the feels in my body rn


I’ve been seeing a lot of these posts with the same damn products on all of them and I really feel like we’re recycling the same shit and there’s nothing new to read anymore which is part of the reason I made this account, to add my own remedies and routines in hope that it could help someone else~

African black soap-
Lemme tell you right now. Ditch whatever shit you’re using as a body wash RN and go cop some (RAW) African black soap. That shit is natural and is bursting with vitamin A and E. It helps with eczema too. I personally use Alaffia which also contains Shea butter and I use it everday. Love it and love my skin+it smells super fresh

Apple cider vinegar-
Add abt ¾ of a cup of ACV to your bath and let it work its magic. Its anti fungal and battles against body odor. It makes your hair shiny and is considered a skin detox bath, I personally experience softer skin. ALSO it resets your pH and fights again vaginal odor and yeast infections naturally too.

Jojoba oil-
Jojoba oil is the oil that everyone thinks coconut oil is. It is a natural moisturizer for hair and skin and it works way better than coconut oil could ever hope to do!!

Coconut oil-
Let me tell u something. In a previous post I copied a message on of my followers sent me abt coconut oil being horrible for your hair because it breaks down proteins. It got a lot of positive and negative feed back, some saying I was trying to speak for them or leave out black hair, no that is not the case. I simply copied a message and released it for public knowledge cause im here to HELP YOU NOT HURT YOU! I’m sorry if I offended anyone~ but coconut oil, regardless of hair, is not the angelic product everyones made it out to be. STOP PUTTING THAT SHIT ON YOUR SKIN IT CLOGS PORES. I use it to oil pull, its a natural way to remove the toxins from your mouth and it also whitens your teeth. You put abt a teaspoon or less of coconut oil in your mouth and swish for a minute or 2. Love that shit my teeth are so white. But other than that I wouldnt put that shit on my hair or skin, unless you’re shaving your legs or sometin. Although I do put it on my pussy after I shave and idk what i’d do without it. But coconut oil is NOT for everything.

Rose water-
Sorry for the extremely long coconut oil excerpt lol this one’s short. Rose water can be used as a toner/makeup setter. It controls oil and hydrates your skin. It also has antioxidant and antibacterial properties. Its also good on dry/frizzy hair

Castor oil+Vitamin E oil-
Another 2 great oils. I’m lazy and didnt want to make another 2 oil sections lol but basically castor oil can be used on eyebrows/eyelashes to thicken them. Its also a natural laxative. Vitamin E oil is a great hair/skin moisturizer and heals scars.

If you arent taking biotin everyday I want you to go to your local pharmacy and cop a bottle because beauty starts from the inside. Its a hair skin nail vitamin and boosts healthy growth of hair/nails and keeps skin healthy. I do love it.

Charcoal soap-
Instead of using a typical bar of soap, invest in a charcoal one instead. Charcoal contains a powder called Binchōtan which cleanses and moisturizes skin. For all u natural bitches out there.

Also a lil side note~ for anyone who wants to comment to mine or any other ‘hoe tip’ posts saying “these are life tip not hoe tips” SHUT UP! We know! But these tips were originally for tips and products to be as sexy and well maintained as they can be. Usually before somekind of sex appointment. Let the hoes have this instead of trying to shame it

If you’re overweight and you’re eating healthy food, people will not take you seriously (because they expect that eating healthy food means you should have the perfect “fitness” body already, and if you don’t have it yet, clearly you haven’t succeeded or some shit).

If you’re skinny and eating healthy, people will be “concerned” for you because you need to gain weight.

If you’re overweight and you have a treat (that you counted in your macros and calories) or even a cheat meal that you’re aware of, they’ll ask if you’re sure you should be eating that… because won’t one meal hinder your weight loss? (and if you previously felt good about eating it because you know life is about balance, you begin to feel skeptical).

If you’re skinny and you work out, they will tell you that you don’t need to… because exercise is only for weight loss, apparently, and not strength.

If you’re overweight and you work out, people will not take you seriously (see first point) and they will always try to correct you because they will assume you don’t know what you’re doing.

tldr; people don’t know your goals, they don’t know your progress and they don’t know your body. You will be judged whether you choose to go for that salad or if treat yourself and go with the fries. You will be judged whether you’ve just started your weight loss journey or are ¾ of the way there. You will be judged whether you want to lose weight or if you’re happy with the way you are. trust your body and your goals, and do it for yourself x

dollyjean911  asked:

Do you have any tips on writing characters with a tail?



1. Only make a tail if it’s strictly necessary (your character’s tail has to serve a purpose)

Unlike what you may think, tails are very, very tricky to write about if you’re putting them on humans, which I assume is what @dollyjean911 is asking about. There’s something about them that makes it incredibly difficult to describe them without making it seem silly. (Unless your character is a mermaid / has a tail that’s used for swimming; in that case, it’s reasonable, which is exactly what you want- for it to be reasonable).

If your fantasy species/character has a tail, make sure that it is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY, because otherwise you risk your readers finding it ridiculous, especially if the tail is just used for comic relief like annoying other characters (I’m not saying that you shouldn’t take out the tail if it’s used for comic relief, I’m just saying if that’s the only thing that the tail does, you might want to reconsider giving your character one). 

Things that your character’s tail can be used for:

  • Balance
  • Battle
  • Holding things
  • It’s relevant to the creature that your character is (aka a dragon or something)
  • Portraying emotion
  • Swimming

2. Know That There Are Many Kinds Of Tails and They All Serve a Different Purpose

We seem to be one of the few animals that lack a tail. All animals have it, and therefore that means there are plenty of kinds of tails for you to choose from, both real and imaginary. Here’s a list:

  • Bird
  • Bovine (Cow / Ox / Wildebeest / etc.)
  • Canine (Wolf / Dog / Dingo / etc.)
  • Cervine (Deer / Elk / Caribou / etc.)
  • Equine (Horse / Pony)
  • Feline (Housecat / Tiger / Lion / etc.)
  • Mermaid/man
  • Monkey
  • Rat / Mouse
  • Reptilian (Dragon / Iguana / etc.)

Plus many more!

3. Unless it’s Magic, Your Character’s Tail Has Limits; DO RESEARCH

Unless specified, your character’s tail can’t do loop-de-loops and stretch to crazy lengths or whatnot.

Some tails are powerful and muscular, capable of doing some hefty destruction (aka Reptilian and Mermaid) and others are dainty and delicate, more of a nuisance in battle than an actual weapon (Feline).

Like I said, tails have different jobs, and if you have a dog tail doing a monkey tail’s job, you’re gonna have some serious backlash from the readers, who will either critique harshly or simply stop reading altogether, and that’s the LAST thing you want.

If after this you don’t heed my warning and DO YOUR RESEARCH PLEASE!, I can guarantee that your readers will not be a fan of your character’s tail, even if you think you know everything there is to know about it.

3. Unless It’s a Mermaid, the Tail Shouldn’t Be the Only Trait That Your Character Has If They’re a Part of a Fictional Species

“Oh yeah, I’m a dragon but the only thing I have is this tail.”


“Yeah, just like your home with your family in it rn.”

If you’re writing about a fictional species, as a reader I am begging you not to just put the tail as a defining feature. Otherwise, your creature is gonna feel pretty lame.


Add horns and/ or wings! (See my incredibly popular post about writing characters with wings here)

Perhaps maybe scales on the backs of the hands/ cheekbones / down the spine!


Add fangs or fur in various places!


What about various fur patterns like stripes or spots on parts of the body?

(See my popular post about shape-shifters here)

Monkey creature?

How about fur on parts of the body like with the werewolf?

And so on. It’s not necessary, but it’s recommended if your character with a tail is a part of a species, just to spice it up a bit!

4. Please Be Professional

This is just for the people writing professionally, as well as for people who want to write serious fanfiction.

Like I said, tails are risky business. One wrong move and your story can seem like a nine-year-old’s first furry yaoi fanfic, and unless that’s what you’re going for, I suggest you listen to what I’m about to tell you:

!!!!!****SHOW, DO NOT TELL*****!!!!!

Yes, I know you hear this all the time;

The writing advice community shoves it in your face whenever they possibly can, but with tails, this is a necessity. It will make or break your novel/fic/story/etc.

“Her cat tail fluffed up in surprise”

The above sentence should not exist.

I don’t mean to be harsh, and you may feel bad if you’ve written like this (I admit I’ve written like this myself!), but that sentence sounds very unprofessional, and many readers will close the tab/ the book as soon as they read it.

You need to introduce your character’s tail by means of describing it. Unlike with wings, you can’t just say “cat tail” and be done with it. It doesn’t sound like professional work, which is what you probably want to write.

This is COMPLETELY a matter of opinion, and I’m just saying what I as a reader and a writer believe. Some people have different tastes, and that’s ok!

Here’s how you should introduce your character’s tail:

Instead of:

“Her cat tail fluffed up in surprise.”

It could be:

“Her eyes widened, and he caught a glimpse of movement behind her. Fearing it was one of those creatures from before, his hand flew to his gun, only to find a/n [adjective] tail curling around her leg.”

I know that writing is subjective, but doesn’t that second description sound a whole lot better?

I don’t know about you, but in my opinion I’d rather be presenting my readers with the second description than with the first.

(Granted, I did add a few details, but that’s what has to be the case. Besides, it boosts your word count!)

5. Do Not Ignore Your Character’s Tails!

(Honestly I’m just copying and pasting parts of this section from my wing post because it’s the exact same thing and just as important)

Tails are a 100% real, 24/7 thing! It’s bothersome when writers mention the tail in one chapter and then only bring it up for comic relief or to knock something over and block the bad guys! Most of the time, I forget that the characters even have a tail at all!

Here are some pros of having a tail (these are also things you can use for description)

  • Bludgeon enemies (if they’re bulky)
  • Balance
  • Convey emotion
  • Use for swimming (mermaid tails)
  • Intimidation
  • Knocking things over to block enemies
  • Cause general havoc (pranks)

There is also the fact that tails have many cons, even more so then they have pros!

  • They knock things over
  • They can get stepped on
  • They can get grabbed in battle
  • Unless they’re bulky or can grab things like monkey tails, they are useless against enemies
  • They can get caught in things
  • They can annoy other characters

Your character’s tail is an extra appendage; it’s a part of your character! You don’t have to spend every second reminding the readers that it’s there, but don’t go long stretches of time without even mentioning it.

6. Tails Can Convey Emotions, Too!

When cats are angry, their tails lash back and forth.

When dogs are happy, their tails wag.

When cats are surprised, their tails fluff up.

Like with the showing and not telling, this tip can boost your word count 100000% and can pack that little extra punch to make your readers more enthusiastic about your writing.

Here are some things your character’s tails can do:






Curl around character’s leg

Fluff up


Tuck between the legs


Lash back and forth


Fluff up


During Battle

Knock people’s feet out from under them

Bludgeon (it probably won’t will but it sure will leave a hell of a bruise if the tail is muscular enough)

Distract enemies



There are more, but I can’t think of them off the top of my head.

Hope this helped!

does anyone else have a problem where u feel like obligated to help people who are being paid to provide a service for you even when they don’t need your assistance at all

like there’s a guy in my house right now fixing our broken dishwasher and obviously i have no capacity to help because i’m not an engineer and we would not have called in an expert to fix it if anyone in our home could figure out what’s wrong bUT I FEEL WEIRDLY COMPELLED TO HELP HIM???? like i’m fighting every natural instinct by just sitting here typing this because every bone in my body is screaming at me to ask him if he needs a hand even tho he’s prob getting paid more money than i have in my bank account rn 

it reminds me of when i’m at work and people from a cleaning company come in once a week to mop the floors etc and i always feel like i’m being supremely rude by not standing up and mopping with them 

Because @pokemon-professor-grey tagged me (literally) & it’s the only selfie I have rn…

anonymous asked:

fee i need autistic reyna pls ud be good at this

i just had a fucking RAGER of a shutdown like the worst one ever and i’m trying to pull myself out of it so really what better of a time than this

  • she uses the exact same communication methods when she’s commanding a crowd as she does in every day conversation. it’s a little offputting and perplexing to everyone else, and she struggles very hard to communicate one on one.
  • she always thought she’d be a terrible leader because she really just doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to people and making people like her, but she’s stunned to find that 1. giving uninterrupted speeches where she gets very passionate about her topic go over quite well in front of a crowd 2. being very Intense and Focused when making a point in front of an audience is perceived as a sign of strength and wisdom, rather than aggressive or a turn off like it is when making small talk
  • her movements seem kind of mechanical or stuttered to most people. the only time her body seems to work the way she needs it to is when she’s fighting.
  • her lending her strength out to other people is genuinely the most selfless and compassionate act she’s capable of making, because it depletes nearly all of her spoons and makes her enormously vulnerable until she has time to recharge
  • she has such a difficult time with sarcasm. she ends up being grateful for her reputation as a super intense and slightly terrifying leader because this is the facade she uses to disguise that she literally cannot understand other people’s senses of humor sometimes.
  • she’s actually a super sweet and sensitive person but she often panics and feels so uncomfortable when other people start making jokes or using heavy sarcasm or excessively dry humor that she doesn’t understand, so she’ll leave the room.
  • it’s really sad and makes her feel sort of helpless because she can’t quite make friends and everyone seems to think she hates them, but she doesn’t realize that she has a resting bitch face and she just really truly genuinely forgets to say basic greetings sometimes.
  • she h h h h aa a a t e s showering, the water pellets feel like they’re attacking her and bar soap is hopelessly dry and starchy feeling and scented shampoos or shower gels feel nice but are so strongly scented that it sends her into sensory hell
  • she is absolutely floating on cloud nine when she discovers the roman baths.
  • sometimes she’ll be doing okay and everything will be cool but she just. needs a second. so she’ll quick find a door to lock herself behind and FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP….”phew.” and then go resume whatever she was doing.
  • she has a playlist of instrumental music (her faves are strings) and after a hard day of praetor work, she’ll put her headphones in and slowly rock back and forth to unwind. that’s like her favorite activity to do she could sit like that for hours.
  • she doesn’t really have meltdowns or shutdowns in the traditional sense but she DOES dissociate when she gets like really agitated. it’s a fairly new symptom (or it used to happen rather a bit when she was younger but she seems to have blocked it out, because it stopped when she arrived at camp jupiter and only starts up again once the war is over.) it’s more connected to her emotional state than anything else.
  • she looks very outwardly chill when she’s dissociating and it tends to be the “my body is moving on autopilot but i actually have literally no control of what i’m doing rn and i feel like i’m watching myself from outside my body” kind. if it gets REALLY bad though (like as in she’s very very agitated and emotionally distressed) it’s the “who’s fucking hand is this” kind
  • her dogs act like therapy dogs, really. she’s such a lucky bastard to have them i swear
  • she can usually sense when she’s going nonverbal before it actually happens (Luck y BASTARD) so she’ll start communicating in grunts and one word answers on purpose to like, charge up, or store energy or whatever.
  • she’s really good at keeping several spoons on reserve for important moments. she unfortunately had a lot of time to practice this with a childhood as rough and awful as her’s was.
  • if she says “i don’t want to talk about this” she really fucking means i literally do not—cannot talk about this right now and if you do not drop it i am literally going to fucking lose it. she usually leaves the room before it gets that bad.
  • cc’s spa is such a nice place for her because she can just braid people’s hair for hours and hours and she doesn’t have to talk to them or look at them she can just like use their hair and it feels so stimmy and nice
  • she is a hu m m e r she does a steady monotone hum when she’s happy or content or relaxed. circe’s customers used to gossip about it and she got really embarrassed so she made herself stop, and she doesn’t pick up the habit again until she’s at camp jupiter.
  • jason always thought it was really cute and he wisely never commented on it because he had a feeling it would make her self conscious (he was right). he always felt strangely honored that she felt comfortable enough that she would do it in front of him (even if he didn’t understand that it was a stim, he clearly knew it was something she did when she was happy and relaxed and only when she was alone or alone with him).
  • she was selectively mute (partially nonverbal??? idk what the terminology is for this is actually but It’s A Thing) as a child and so that was how she got diagnosed, because her teachers were always like “um HELLO sir your daughter doesn’t speak to us?? literally ever???” and her dad was like a total deadbeat, so he probably just punished her for it or called her stupid or whatever, but hylla exhausted all her resources researching it and was the best most supportive big sister any autistic kid could ask for.
  • eye contact is super bad in one on one or small scale situations but once again she looks a lot more comfortable in a crowd because she can just stare at everyone’s forehead or scan faces without really seeing
  • she’s super hyperempathetic towards animals!!!! (don’t fucking make me think about scipio!!!!!!! there was no fucking reason he needed to die!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • also animals really like her. this is a helpful skill when meeting lupa, understandably. she’s very good at wolf language, considering she doesn’t use words as her like most primary kind of communication (and sometimes feels like verbal speech is impossible)

anonymous asked:

okay so i keep seein art of saeyoung ripped af but like ??? pls i need some chubby saeyoung headcanons (luv ur blog btw <3)


-so Saeyoung isn’t super chubby, like I said before, but a moderate chub is around his body. I think the most chub is his hips, thighs and stomach. Where else is that fatty food he eats going to go?

-his hips are pretty curvy and squishy by his chub and I believe 100% Saeyoung loves it

-he’s the most body positive person ever omg

-he’s constantly sending chub pics of himself and sending them to his S/o

-he’s just so cute and SQUISHY

-he’s got some tummy chub, enough so where it’s not really noticeable when he’s wearing a shirt but you can see the chub when it’s off

-you love to sneak up on him and just GRAB THE SQUISH

-he’s super ticklish too!!

-this boy has a 10/10 ass thanks to his chub 👏👏👌

-if your not grabbing him, he’s grabbing himself honestly. He likes grabbing at his sides and his thighs because it feels nice

-you’ve walked in on him more than once where he’s just groping his ass with vigor

-when he wears girly clothes, he loves to show off his skin!!

-while he’s not trying to lose weight, he doesn’t want to gain any either. Saeyoung is in love with his body rn guys and you help him maintain it

-aaah I loooove saeyounggg chubbbbb

anonymous asked:

Hello! How are you? I saw your comment about fasting for 5 days and losing 6 kgs.... I just recently discovered fasting, so I'm trying to understand it and doing some research... but I have a question: during the fasting period, do you drink anything? You really don't eat anything at all during those 5 days? And then, when you eat, how many calories do you eat and on what period of time? Thanks ;)

Hey, I’m doing quite well rn :)

I really recommend drinking a lot as dry fasts can be pretty dangerous. I usually drink between 2-4 L a day and I would also allow myself tea and lemon water.
I heard that up to 50 kcal it’s still considered a fast but I never eat during my fasts since I feel like it’s cheating.

Ideally you should eat only a small amount of calories after a fast and maybe gradually raise them day by day. It might is also better start with fruits and vegetables. This way your body isn’t overwhelmed by the sudden fuel and you shouldn’t gain weight this way (obviously apart from food and water weight).
I really recommend doing this especially after longer fasts. I “failed” my first fast after 14 days and ate a pizza - really regretted it, my stomach hurt like hell.

Be careful with fasting though…it’s quite drastic and can be dangerous. You definitely shouldn’t exercise excessively, it’s best to fast on a day on which you can lie around and relax. This actually is an appropriate scenario to ask “have you tried yoga?” ^^

I hope I could help you a bit~
If you decide to fast, please listen to your body and know when it’s better to stop, don’t push yourself too hard!

Hoseok Appreciation post

look at him and tell me you’re not feeling all hot and bothered rn?

He’s so flawless just by standing still

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ok…let me just grab a  drink of holy water real quick

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EXCUSE ME SIRRRRRRRRR ( #jesslyfeReference)


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Manages to look cute yet sexy even if he just woke up

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His gorgeous happy smile~

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Perfect body line with curves prettier than any female idol

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His jaw could cut you

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*shooting right through your heart*

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Talk to Me (A Coming Home Story)

@peggycarterislife wrote: Hmm idk… I’m dealing with my homophobic family rn… so maybe you could write Maggie running into her family or something like that?? Or some smut? That’s always great Don’t wanna bother you though… and as follow-up, @all-the-gay-feels wrote Maggie doesn’t like to share her emotions AND is also killer in bed and hot af. She uses her body/ sexuality w/ women to avoid digging deeper/ feels. What if she doesn’t wanna talk and throws herself at Alex to use her body instead of words and Alex calls her out on it.            

I combined the prompts, and this is what happened. 

She calls her mother every year on her birthday.

She probably shouldn’t.

She should have been defended as a child.

She probably shouldn’t call.

But she does, anyway, in the early hours of the morning when she knows her mother will be awake, but her father won’t be.

But this year? This year, for whatever damn reason, he’s awake. And he answers her mother’s phone.

He wants to know why she would ruin her mother’s day by starting it off with a call from such a selfish child who could have been such a beautiful daughter, but chose to abandon them all with her filth.

He wants her to know how much her mother loves her, how much he loves her, that she was the one who left them. That she was the one who broke their hearts. That she was the one who chose to be selfish. That she was the one who abandoned them, just like – he’s heard – she keeps abandoning these women she engages in such sin with.

He wants her to know – she hangs up the phone.

She doesn’t cry and she doesn’t think and she barely even breathes.

She tugs on her jacket. She tugs on her helmet. She kicks her Triumph to life and she speeds to Alex’s apartment.

She knows Alex will just be returning from her morning run. She knows Alex’s body will be warm, will be sweaty. Will be perfect.

“Maggie, hey, what – “ Alex asks as Maggie lets herself into her living room, as Maggie tosses her helmet onto a chair, as Maggie cuts off her words with a searing kiss.

A searing kiss that tears through Alex’s entire body, that makes Alex swoon, that makes Alex melt.

“Maggie,” she tries to say again, and Maggie pulls all the way back, fire burning in her eyes.

“You wanna talk or you want me to make you see stars?” Maggie asks, her eyes hard, her voice wrecked, her hands somehow both demanding and trembling, her body somehow both gentle and rough.

Alex gulps, because god, god, god, she knows what kinds of stars Maggie can make her see. Not even your typical G-class star. No, Maggie makes her see stars explode, makes her see supernovae, makes her see the birth and death of the universe in the curve of her fingers, the arch of her hips, the heat of her tongue, the insistence of her teeth. The intensity of her eyes, the relentlessness of her hands.

Alex gulps, and Alex wants, but there’s something off about Maggie’s stance, off about Maggie’s voice, about her eyes.

“Maggie, what’s wrong?”

Maggie grunts dismissively and backs Alex against the kitchen counter, eyes on her lips, on her body, like she’s starving for her, because god, she is.

“Wrong? The fact that you’re not writhing and screaming for me right now, Danvers.”

Alex’s body swoons of its own accord, and Maggie takes her weakened knees as consent, swooping in for another burning kiss.

Alex melts under her lips, her tongue, for a long, lingering moment, her lips parted and her body achingly pliant for Maggie’s aching hands, but only for a moment.

Only for a moment, because Alex knows Maggie.

She knows Maggie, and she knows she’s avoiding talking. Knows something’s wrong.

Knows she has something to say – so many things to say – and wants to write them into Alex’s skin with her body instead of forcing the words out of her lips, because fucking is easier than talking, because I want you is easier than I love you.

So she gathers all her strength, all her resistance, and she pulls back. Maggie growls, and the sound makes keeping from drowning in Maggie’s lust that much harder, but Alex loves her more than that.

“Maggie, stop,” she says soft, she says gentle, she says insistent, calibrating her voice carefully, intentionally, so Maggie doesn’t think she’s hurt her, because she hasn’t, she hasn’t, but god, she’s hurting herself.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Maggie.”

Maggie pushes away from Alex and retreats to the other side of the kitchen, the opposite counter, by the fridge. She crosses her arms over her chest and she glares.

“Why does something have to be wrong for me to want you, Danvers?” she counters, and Alex studies her with sharp eyes and a breaking heart.

“I love that you want me, Maggie. And I love when you’re rough with me. I love how much you tell me with your body. You make me feel wanted and cared for and respected and paid attention to. You make me feel…” She stops ahead of the word “loved,” because god if she’s wrong, she’ll never get over the humiliation.

“But you… you can fuck me like this, Maggie – I love it when you do, hell – but you can’t fuck me like this instead of talking to me. You can’t do it as a replacement. In addition, sure. But whatever’s bothering you, hurting you, right now? You have no intention of letting me help you with it. You have every intention of dealing with it alone, and the only way I get to help you is by spreading my legs for you. Is that right?”

Her voice is firm but her eyes are gentle, are brimming with empathy. With understanding.

And it’s that understanding that breaks Maggie.

She clenches her jaw so hard it might break, and she takes a shuddering breath, and she uncrosses her arms, and she steps forward.

Alex meets her in the middle and wraps her in her arms and kisses her hair as she shudders, as she counts her breaths, as she tries to still her own trembling.

“I got you,” Alex whispers. “I got you.”

“I’m sorry,” Maggie responds, her voice full of gravel. “I’m sorry, Alex, you don’t deserve… I… I tried to… it’s my mom’s birthday, and I tried to… I call her every year, but my… my dad answered and it… When he kicked me out, Alex, I never felt at home anywhere. Ever again. Anywhere. Not in college, not in Gotham, not when I first moved out here. Nowhere.”

She takes a shuddering breath and she steps back from Alex’s arms so she can look her in the face, because Maggie Sawyer is nothing if not absolutely brave.

“And then I met you. And then you kissed me, and then I kissed you, and then I… Alex, you’re… you’re my home. Now. You’re my home. My first home, my… my only home. So when my dad said all those things this morning, I… I had somewhere to go. For the first time in my life, I could… I could go home. To you. But I…”

“But you don’t like talking about yourself.”

Maggie nods, and Alex strokes her hair, and Alex dives, because if Maggie can be that brave, then dammit, so can she.

“You’re my home too, Maggie. And I… I love you. I’m here. Okay? I’m not going anywhere. Because I love you.”

Maggie doesn’t speak – she’s far exceeded her speaking quota for the day – but Alex doesn’t need her to. Not right now, anyway. Because the way she lets Alex hold her, the way she holds Alex back?

Those are all the words, all the promises, that she needs. All the words, all the promises, that she’s ever, ever wanted.


Inspired by @asterein‘s art. Stunning as usual :)

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He eyed the bandages among his arms with distaste, wondering at how such a color could exist. It was a shoddy yellow-grey, subtly reminding him of spoiled milk and mold. It was just—the color was, in Lance’s opinion, awful. It clashed horribly with his skin tone.

Lifting a finger, he gently prodded one on his forearm, hissing when it sent a slight burn up his body. He jerked away from the area, narrowing his eyes at the multitude of bandages that littered his arms. All of them would send varying degrees of pain shooting up the limb, and he had no desire to test any of them.

However, none of them compared to the ache that resided in his shoulder.

He raised the bayard again, feeling it transform into the rifle he’d prided himself with when it had first revealed itself to him. The comfortable grip always sent a thread of delight and satisfaction thrumming in his chest.

This time, he only felt dread and anticipation.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, if it's okay could you do the RFA(+V and Saeran maybe) reacting to MC who is insecure about being naturally skinny and flat chested? Thanks, I kind of need that rn💜


  • He wouldn’t really notice, but he actually likes that you’re quite skinny, as he’s small and it makes him feel bigger and more manly.
  • If you talk about being self conscious, he’d be surprised, stuttering while telling that you that you’re beautiful, repeating it multiple times
  • “You’re insecure??” He asks in bewilderment.
  • “Someone as gorgeous as you?” he shakes his head. “You’re so beautiful..”
  • He’d begin texting you at random times to remind you that your body is hot
  • “Hey baby! Just wanted to check how my super hot girlfriend is doing today!”


  • This man thinks you’re a goddess, so to hear that you’re insecure would be like a punch in the face.
  • He’d start with listing off everything that makes you beautiful, while brushing his fingertips over each spot he mentioned.
  • He starts with your neck, moving down to brush over your collarbones, down your chest and stomach, then running across your legs. 
  • “You’re flawless to me.” He smiles, brushing your hair behind your ears.
  • “If you ever feel insecure, tell me so I can worship every part of your body that you don’t like.”
  • struggles not to release the beast
  • places kisses all over your stomach and chest to show just how much love he has for it. 
  • Compliments you a lot, slaps your ass all the time so you know that you’re hot


  • Jaehee can’t really relate, as her bust size is clearly quite large.
  • They say the grass is always greener on the other side, and it reigns true for her
  • I think she’s probably a bit insecure.
  • She loves that you have a more thin frame, you look so graceful
  • If you say you’re insecure, she will calmly list reasons why you shouldn’t be
  • “Having a large frame can be just as troubling.” She tells you.
  • “Back problems, men whistling at me in the streets, etc.” 
  • “But you’re beautiful. Absolutely lovely.”
  • “Obviously you have your own issues, but their importance pales next to your beauty.”
  • She will remind you how beautiful you are constantly, no matter who you’re in front of.


  • He likes a thinner frame, he thinks it looks more wispy and graceful
  • When you say you’re insecure he just blanks.
  • But you’re perfect??
  • “If you don’t want to be skinny, just eat more.” he suggests.
  • “That isn’t how it works.”
  • He smiles and nods. “Exactly. It’s part of who you are, and you’re beautiful.”
  • He assumes the conversation is over and you believe him now, leaving the subject alone.
  • If you bring up being insecure again, he will probably snap at you, asking if you didn’t believe him when he said you’re beautiful.
  • “I’m not a liar, my dear.” He assures you with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Please try to love yourself as much as I love you.” 


  • “Well, I think you’re pretty fucking hot.” He winks at you, causing you to roll your eyes.
  • “Hey hey hey, don’t be rude! I’m being sincere, you’re so beautiful.”
  • He sighs and shakes his head.
  • “Even though it may not be much, at least you have a little something.”
  • He cups his chest with a pout.
  • “I’ve got nothing.” He laughs at his own joke, walking over to you.
  • He cups your cheek in his hand, placing a kiss on your forehead.
  • “For real though, you’re stunning. Don’t be insecure.”


  • Before getting his surgery, he told you how excited he was that he was going to see you
  • Your heart sinks. “I don’t think you’ll think I’m beautiful.” you admit, and he furrows his eyebrows.
  • “Why do you say that?” You can hear the sadness in his voice.
  • You explain your insecurities and he shakes his head with a chuckle.
  • “I may not have seen your body before, but I’ve felt it many, many times. I have no doubt I’ll find it amazing.”
  • The first time he got to actually see you, he pulled you into a hug, then pushed you away so he could admire you.
  • “Wow..” he breathes. “You are seriously beautiful.”
  • He pulls your lips to him, smiling into the kiss.
  • “I’m so lucky.”


  • “That’s just stupid.” He spits, with an angry look on his face.
  • “It’s such a waste! You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, why the hell would you be insecure?” 
  • You shrug, looking away from him.
  • “Do you not believe me?” He saunters towards you. “Do I need to prove just how much I love your body?”
  • A small grin flashes across his face as he roughly grabs your jaw and pulls your mouth to his. 
  • He pushes you onto the couch, hovering above you.
  • “Okay, then I will prove it.” He smirks as his lips descend onto yours. 

magnificentgardenlover  asked:

Hi! Your writing is bomb as heck and I was wondering if you could do a Shiro x Reader where they're both really insecure about their bodies (Shiro's scars and Reader's kinda chubby) and it's just them being fluffy and supportive of each other. Thanks💙

Ok? But like??? I feel like this was wayyyy too serious? Like it’s 1:30AM and I’m crying rn I put too much of my feels into this.

also, if any of you ever feel this way. I want you to know that you are beautiful, inside and out and you always will be even if your thoughts don’t think so. you’re loved, and you’re amazing and you’re strong and ily. if you have stretch marks, just think of them as strikes of lightning because maybe you are a Demi-God! Or even a full out God/goddess! if you have scars, remember you went through things that not many can, and you made it through and you survived. A victory not many can get to. Try not to make thing apart of you into curses, and try making them into memories, or victories, or gifts.

Seeing yourself in a mirror was heartbreaking to you. Your body was the way it was, and there wasn’t much you could do about it. You would hear of the standards set for the average, beautiful body type while on Earth, and everyday you wished you could just scream. Scream until your throat was dry and your tears had run gone.

Looking at yourself now? Still, no difference. The way your skin was bumped in most spots, not smooth like those you’ve wished you could have become. The way your stretch marks ran up parts of your body normally visible to the human eye, that you forced into hiding under your clothing. The way your proportions seemed wrong, how the place between your hip and your leg didn’t meet properly, a ‘muffin-top’ known to those who resided on Earth.

You couldn’t do anything about this. It didn’t seem to go away. You tried to stop eating, yet once again. You were being punished.

Shiro felt this way. The way his arm has been marred during his battles with gladiators. Ugly, in his eyes. Gross, to what could’ve been passerby on Earth. The way his scars seemed to shine an ugly, dirty pink. Why, they ran up at least every part of his body. His knees were not proportional as they were before. Having broken one.

His other, non cyborg-galactic arm, looked as if a bone was on it’s way to tear through his skin. But that arm had broken a while ago, as well. No matter what people would say to him; ‘I don’t get it! You’re brave, and you have these scars for a reason’ ‘you’re strong’. They’d never understand the burden they bring with them. Those scars were the equivalent to an infection, sticking to his body like duct tape, a golden string leading to a giant anchor. Carrying all the load with it.

He couldn’t do anything about this. They were these forever, and would never go away.

The two of you, both suffered a great deal, when it came to your bodies. But, nonetheless, when one looked at the other? All they saw was beauty. Beauty, perfection, strength. Shiro thought, no, he knew, that you were a goddess. He was blessed to the heavens to hell and back, just to be able to look upon you. And to you? Shiro was the most courageous man you’ve ever met. Having been taken from Earth for so long and suffer through the turmoil of what could only be torture and war. He left, and was back for less than a day, only to be sucked back into the infinite hole of space. With no way of knowing he could ever, return.

He loved you. And you loved him. That’s all it would ever be, even if you did do something to change yourself, or if he did something to change himself as well. As long as you, or he, was happy.

“I think you’re gorgeous. Nah, I know, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered into your ear, after approaching you from behind in the mirror and startling you. Gently wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing your belly with his thumbs. His face was gentle as he lay it on your head, looking at you in the mirror. He was placid.

“Thank you.” You would murmur, coming to accept the fact that firing back and degrading yourself wouldn’t work, it was no use when Shiro was genuine and kind to you. He’d shut you down quick with his words if you said such a thing. Trying to reassure that you, are in fact, beautiful.

This was the same when it was Shiro’s insecurity as well. Whenever patching up simple wounds after a mission, he’d basically sulk, sitting on his bed, slouched, dismissing the guaze he had to run his fingers over the scars on his stomach, chest, and arm. You’d be laying behind him, your hand rubbing up and down his back as you admired him silently. You’d push yourself forward a bit, and look at the look of sorrow and disgust on his face.

“I love you.” You would almost come to tears as you’d see the tear escape his eyes and land on his leg. You would sit up, bringing him to you by pulling on his human arm. He would flop into your lap and sob.

“There’s nothing wrong with what you’ve got. The only thing you’ve become is strong. Mentally and physically. I’ve never met someone as strong as you. You go through the same thoughts everyday and I don’t know how you can do it and actually get through the day. You crack at least one smile, I can barely even crack one.” You pushed the white tuft of hair back, rubbing your hands against the side of his face and trying your hardest to hold in your tears. He’d look up at you, and smile sadly.

“You do the same, Y/n. Everyday I see you look in that mirror and I see the look on your face, and I understand. We have the same one. I look up to you too, you’re strong, and you’re beautiful. And I love you.” He’d sit up, and pull you in for a kiss on the cheek while the both of your tears would mix together and become one.