the girl is the middle is gorgeous!!!!

Four decades of feminism later I am reading the comedian Angela Barnes’ blog. “I am ugly, and I am proud,” she writes. She goes on to say: “The fact is I don’t see people in magazines who look like me. I don’t see people like me playing the romantic lead or having a romantic life.”

At the top of the blog is a picture of Barnes. And the thing is, she isn’t ugly. Neither is she beautiful. She’s normal looking. She’s somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, just like lots of women you see every day in real life.

It made me think of this year’s Wimbledon ladies’ final between Sabine Lisicki and Marion Bartoli. When Bartoli won, the BBC commentator John Inverdale infamously said, “Do you think Bartoli’s dad told her when she was little, ‘You’re never going to be a looker, you’re never going to be a Sharapova, so you have to be scrappy and fight’?”

The first thing I thought was: this woman has just won a tennis tournament! And she’s being judged on her looks! And then I thought: but Bartoli is attractive. Sure, she’s not at the very highest point on the scale – she doesn’t look like a top model. But she’s pretty. And, in any case, why should it matter? She’s a top athlete. Surely that’s what counts.

A sports commentator refers to a pretty woman as “not a looker”. A normal-looking woman thinks she’s ugly. Why?

Because, even though the world is full of normal and pretty women, the world we see – the world of television, films, magazines and websites – is full of women who are top-of-the-scale beauties. And right now, in the second decade of the 21st century, the situation is more extreme than ever. If you’re a woman, a huge proportion of your role models are beautiful. So if you’re normal looking, you feel ugly. And if you’re merely pretty, men feel free to comment on how un-beautiful you are.

As a normal-looking man, I find myself in a completely different position. Being normal makes me feel, well, normal. Absolutely fine. As if the way I look is not an issue. That’s because it’s not an issue.

As a normal-looking man, I’m in good company. Sure, some male actors and celebrities are very good looking. Brad Pitt. George Clooney. Russell Brand.

But many of Hollywood’s leading men, like me, look like the sort of blokes you see every day, in real life. Russell Crowe, Kevin Spacey, Bruce Willis, Jack Black, Seth Rogen, Martin Freeman, Tom Hanks, Steve Carell, Jim Carrey, Will Ferrell, Vince Vaughn, Brendan Fraser… In fact, you might almost say that most leading men are normal-looking blokes.

It’s true of television, too. Bryan Cranston, who plays the lead in Breaking Bad – he’s a normal. James Gandolfini – he was a normal. And chubby too. Kevin Whately – normal. Ben Miller – normal. TV cops all look normal. Ray Winstone looks normal. Tim Roth looks normal. They portray people who are interesting for what they do, not what they look like.

Oh, and think of sitcoms. The Big Bang Theory features four normal-looking blokes and a stunningly beautiful woman. New Girl is about two normal blokes, a guy who’s quite good looking, and two women who are… yes, strikingly beautiful.

When I watch the news, on whatever channel, it’s presented by the classic partnership of an ordinary-looking guy and a gorgeous woman. After the news, I watch the weather. Male weather presenters look like standard males. Female weather presenters look like models. Footballers look normal. Footballers’ wives and girlfriends look stunning. Daytime television presenters: men look like Phillip Schofield; women look like Holly Willoughby.

A typical Saturday-night judges’ panel consists of two types of people – middle-aged blokes and young, stunning women. Sometimes a normal-looking or ageing woman slips through the net – but then, like Arlene Phillips, her days are soon numbered.

Countdown had an attractive woman and an ageing bloke; when the attractive woman began to show signs of ageing, she was axed – replaced by a woman who was, of course, strikingly beautiful. Who presents historical documentaries? Guys like David Starkey. Normals. And what happened when a normal-looking woman, Mary Beard, presented a series about the ancient world? She was mocked for not being attractive enough.

In a recent interview Dustin Hoffman, another normal, made a revealing comment. Remember when he dressed up as a woman in Tootsie? “I went home and started crying,” he said. Why?

“Because I think I am an interesting woman when I look at myself on screen. And I know that if I met myself at a party, I would never talk to that character. Because she doesn’t fulfil physically the demands that we’re brought up to think women have to have in order to ask them out… I have been brainwashed.”
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“Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even…Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana, and Janis was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she’d be like, "Why didn’t you call me back?” And I’d be like, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-girls pool party, I was like, “Janis, I can’t invite you, because I think you’re lesbian.” I mean I couldn’t have a lesbian at my party. There were gonna be girls there in their bathing suits. I mean, right? She was a lesbian! So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she dropped out of school because no one would talk to her, and she came back in the fall for high school, all of her hair was cut off and she was totally weird, and now I guess she’s on crack.”

What He Sees

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, self doubt and self loathing, fan hate, fluff, mild smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is the SECOND fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “You should be able to see that I’m 90% crap..” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for Steph, @torn-and-frayed Hope you like it, dear. Thanks for celebrating with me.

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Dreaming of you

Originally posted by darkness-on-me

Loki x reader

Prompt: Soulmate a where you see you each other every night in your dreams

 

Loki smiled and pulled the covers up, settling into his bed. It had been a long hard day and he couldn’t wait to sleep —and it wasn’t just for the bit of escape, peace and rest it afforded him.

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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 2

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You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.

“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you. 

“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”

You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends. 

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Jealous

Request from Anon: Could you possibly do one about Draco being really protective over her and heaps of guys always flirt with her and he’s like really really mad but it’s actually kinda cute and EH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. You’re such an amazing writer you can totally pull this off so well!!

Thank you anon, this was a fun request to write:) This isn’t my gif, creds to who’s it is because it’s fabulous.

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Natural Sugar

Summary: I didn’t know that she is your daughter, I’m so sorry. I thought she lost and I invited her to my house. Then I realized your number hanging on her bag, and I calld you right away. But would you like to stay and drink a cup of coffee? Because you’re fucking hot.

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tooth-rotting one, swearing

Word Count: 1.960

A/N: Thanks a lot for the love on my first shot Underwear Crisis! I hope you like this one, too! Daddy Bucky is always a kink for me, enough said.

Part 2: In a Very Dark Coffee


Originally posted by little--batman

You looked around as you felt like someone was watching you. And then you noticed a little girl, walking aimlessly in the school’s park; her eyes were watching the road, like she was waiting for someone to come to pick her up. You furrowed your brows, you wondered, if she has a family. You’ve been working at this school almost two years now, but you can swear that you’ve never seen this gorgeous little lady before.

You took a deep breath as your feet making their ways to the girl. When you reached to the girl, you put your hand on her tiny shoulder, causing her to jump.

“Hey,” you said. “Are you okay?” The girl sniffed, you realized that she had been crying all the time. Fat tears rolling on her pink cheeks, making her beautiful green eyes shine with tears. You felt a heaviness on your chest and reached out to her to cup her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” You asked her with a soothing voice. She sniffed again but didn’t answer. “Come here.” You grabbed her by the shoulders and embraced her. “Where are your parents? Is there someone to pick you up?”

This time, she nodded. “My daddy…” She said but tears rolled again, making her gasp. You rubbed her back, trying to calm her down, so she can speak with you more easily. “He said that he was gonna come.” She sniffed again. You dug your hand to your purse, pulling out a tissue for her. She took the tissue and murmured a broken thanks.

“Why don’t you come with me?” You offered. “We can call your dad when we got to my apartment.” You showed the sky. “You can’t wait under the rain.” She looked at you, her eyes was calculating you and your offer. She nodded, after a couple of minutes.

“Okay,” she said. She was only trusting you because you were working at her school and she was kind of admiring you. You were a pretty good artist for her, and she had always loved your drawings and your students’ drawings. You were a good teacher. “Okay,” she said again. You smiled warmly at her, got up to your feet and held out your hand to her.

“Come on, then,” you said while she was taking your hand and squeezing a little. “What’s your name?” You asked.

“Natasha,” she said. “But my daddy calls me Natka.” Rebecca smiled as she was talking about her father. Your smile got bigger. She really loves her father so much, it was very obvious.

“Nice to meet you, Natasha, I’m Y/N.” She smiled at you, her few front teeth were no place to found. “Such a lovely smile you have!” You commented her and watched her cheeks slowly painted to a cute pink color.

“Thank you, Miss,” she said shyly. You laughed wholeheartedly and helped her get into your car. You buckled her seatbelt and walked around your car to sit your own seat.

“Are you okay?” You asked her, looking into her eyes through the mirror. She nodded, there was still a small, warm smile on her lips. “Let’s go!” You said and started the engine.


“I love hot chocolate!” Natasha exclaimed as you offered her a drink and gave her a few options to choose. You gigled at her reaction.

“Hot chocolate, then!” You said, turned around to making her hot chocolate. “Natasha, can you bring me your bag? We should call your father, he must be wondered about where have you been.” Natasha nodded furiosly and ran into the living room. You laughed quietly, she was fire, it was very obvious.

“Here, Miss Y/N!” She held out her school bag. You dryed your hands, put the hot chocolate filled cup in front of her and took the bag. Opening few zippers and looking small place for a phone number, you found it in her drawing book.

“I didn’t know you have some good drawings!” You exclaimed as your eyes cathing one of her drawings. It was very good, the lines and colors were right on the point and it was making the drawing perfect. “Wow,” you said with an awe expression on your face. But you remembered her father and closed her book, garbbing the little piece of paper that has her father’s number on. You quickly dialed the number and waited for him to take the call.

“Hello?” A baritone, deep voice accepted the call. You blinked for a few times.

“Uhm, is this James Barnes?” You asked for a clarification.

“Yes? Is this about some new client? I’m full right now and I have things to do, like finding my little daughter in this goddamn city.” He sounded angry and sad at a time. You felt your heart broken about how scared he must be.

“Uh, it’s actually about your daughter, Mr. Barnes,” you said slowly. You heard a break noise and few horns.

“Is she okay?!” He exclaimed. You swallowed.

“Yes!” You said in a hurry to calm him down. “Yes, she is perfectly fine, drinking a hot chocolate.” Your ears picked a relived breath sound and your heartbeat slowed down a little bit. “I can give you the address for you picking her up.”

“Ye–yeah, that’d be great. Shit, I was freaking out about where the fuck she have been.” He murmured quietly but you heard. You gave him the address.

“It was raining and I just couldn’t leave her there alone.” You heard a quiet chuckle from the otherside, your stomach filled with butterflies with the sound –but you ignored it.

“Yeah, she has that ability to mesmerize people by just looking a little lost. Thank you, though. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He closed the phone, when you said okay and you turned Natasha, who was playing with the few marshmellows on her hot chocolate.

“He said that he is gonna be here in ten minutes,” you told Natasha. “I’m just gonna change my clothes and come back, okay?” Natasha nodded and you ran off to your room. You got rid of the pen skirt that you had been wearing whole day and the blouse that hanging too loose on your shoulders. You felt relived when you were walking back to the kitchen.

And that’s when you heard the doorbell ring. Your heart skipped a beat for a second, and your brain wondered about his look. You made your way to your door while Natasha ran out off from the kitchen. You opened the door while you were –kind of– yelling her.

“Slow down! You’re gonna hurt yourself!” But, girl, did Natasha listen.

Папа!” She yelled and jumped onto the person at the door. Bucky hugged Natasha tightly.

“Hey, Коmенок,” Bucky murmured into her neck and looked right into your eyes.

And that’s when your world stopped spinning. Shit, you thought. Shit, this man is fucking gorgeous. His middle-lenght, dark brown hair was tucked behind his ears, five o’closk shadow stubble was covering his chin and part of his cheeks, but girl, it doesn’t hide his lips. They were sinful looking, plumpy and covered in some shade of pink. You swallowed hard and smiled at him a little forcefully. He pulled himself out of Natasha.

“Thank you for took care of her. I was stuck at the traffic and missed her time.” He shookt his head, a few locks freeing theirselves from behind his ears. His long, graceful fingers tucked them back at their places.

“I-It’s okay,” you managed. “We had fun.” You shrugged. Natasha nodded.

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “Miss Y/N and I had fun Папа!” Bucky laughed at his daughter’s excitement. You joined him and giggled quietly.

“Yeah, she look like a funny person,” Bucky said as his eyes were traveling head to toe on you. You felt your cheeks started to heating up and looked down. “But it’s time to go, come on get your bag.” He said as he was putting Natasha down. Your head snapped up at him, trying to find an excuse for him to stay more.

“Uh… It’s gonna rain heavily, why don’t you guys stay a little more? :It says that rain is gonna stop in a couple hours.” You offered to him.

Папа? Please? Can we stay a little more? I don’t wanna go hom just yet!” Natasha popped her redhead out of your back, her little hand clinging tightly on your comfy sweatpant.

Котенок, let’s go,” Bucky said in a stern tone. His eyes turned at to you. “Thank you but we should reall–“ A thunder growled behind him and the rain started to fall down to the earth roughly. “We should really stay inside, I think,” he continued his words with a different way. You giggled.

“Told you so,” you retorted. He shookt his head as he was laughing.

“I thınk we can stay a little more, yes,” he answered your question. Natasha giggled with the victory. You and Bucky both laughed at her. You turned to him.

“Coffee, Mr. Barnes?” He looked into your eyes intimately. You shivered under his piercing icy blue eyes.

“Yes, please,” he said. “And it’s Bucky, Mr. Barnes makes me feel old somehow and I’m just 32 years old for God’s sake.” You laughed at his words. He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, then, Mr. Barnes, this way.” He threw you a bitch-face and made you laugh a little harder. But there was a smile on his gorgeous lips.

“Seriously?” he asked. You shrugged playfully. He rolled his eyes again, knowing that you are going to conitnue this until he made you shut up about it.

“Any sugar to your coffee, Mr. Barnes?” You asked him, your eyes were shining amusement. Bucky smirked at you, checking around for Natasha with a quick glance, he turned his playfull-smirk into a devilish-smirk.

“Just put a little you in it, that’d be enough for me.” He teased with you. You froze at his words, almost knocking over the coffee pot in your hand. “Because I like my coffee with natural sugar in it, and I’m sure you’re one of them.”

“Really?” You whisper shouted at him. “Natasha is around, you know.” You reminded him with a roll in your eyes. Grabbing the two coffee glasses and putting them on the table.

“She won’t be after one and a half an hour later,” he said, shrugging. “She never skips a minute about her bed time.” He winked at you. You opened your mouth for somewhat respond but Natasha barged into the kitchen, with pens and her drawing book in her little hands.

“Miss Y/N can you teach me draw?” she asked you innocently. You looked at Bucky first, just to find hi smirking at you devilishly, and then you turned your eyes to Natasha.

“Sure, honey,” you said to her with a huge smile on your face. “Let’s leave your daddy in here, by himself and we have fun inside.”

“Okay!” Natasha said and ran into the living room. You got up to your feet and got ready to pass him.

Enjoy yourself, Mr. Barnes,” you said to him and left him there, and followed Natasha into your livining room. Bucky laughed at himself.

You were in trouble but the trouble he is in it right now, is bigger than yours. And he was okay with that.


*Папа: Dad
*Котенок: Kitten

anonymous asked:

do u know what chris wood is like yknow irl cause like i know i can't judge him based on his character but i just don't trust straight white men

Let me tell you something about Chris Wood. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana, and Chris was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Kyle, he’d be like, “Why didn’t you call me back?” And I’d be like, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-girls pool party, I was like, “Chris, I can’t invite you, because I think you’re a lesbian.” I mean I couldn’t have a lesbian at my party. There were gonna be girls there in their *bathing suits*. I mean, right? He was a LESBIAN. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at him, it was so stupid. And then he dropped out of school because no one would talk to him, and he came back in the fall for high school, all of his hair was cut off, he got a nose job and he was totally weird, and now I guess he’s on crack.

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Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

Your name: submit What is this?

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You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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Prompt #2: Jughead Jones

[A/n]: I usually try to post imagines, preferences, etc. on whatever day new episodes come on unless the show is in between seasons. Once again, I have never read the comics, so I’m basing everything off of whatever has happened in the tv series.

Word count: 430+

Status: Unedited


“You can’t sit there all day.” You turned around with tears in your eyes to see Jughead Jones looking down at you. You swiveled back around to look at Jason Blossom’s memorial which was in front of his locker. It was decorated with flowers and notes and a couple pictures here and there; one of them included you. It was fairly recent which hurt even more. Who knew that only a few weeks after it had been taken he’d be gone.

“I’m serious, [Y/n]. The janitors lock up at about 7:30. If you’re not out of here before, you’re out of luck.”

“This isn’t a joke, Jughead,” you scoffed. “Do you even know what it’s like to lose someone who’s so important to you?” You asked with obvious bitterness as you continued to stare at the memorial.

You heard him sigh, and soon after felt him sit beside you. “Yes I do, actually.” You turned your head to look at him, and his eyes bored into yours. “I was friends with this guy once…Archie Andrews. We met in elementary school and we clicked–” he snapped his finger, “just like that. Now Archie and I weren’t just friends, we were best friends. Sometimes he would even sneak out in the middle of the night to come hang out with me in my tree house. He was a cool guy, really. Oh, and he had the most beautiful twin sister. I had never really been into girls, or anyone for that matter, but, God, was she gorgeous.” You broke your eye contact with Jughead to look down at Jason’s memorial again. “The three of us would hang out together every day, but then everything changed. One week. It took one week for everything to fall apart. And do you wanna know why?”

“Jughead…” you trailed off.

“I couldn’t tell you.” You looked back at him. “So tell me, [Y/n]. What happened?”

A sigh left your lips. “Jug, people grow apart all the time; me, you, and Archie were no different.”

“Yeah, but you’ll always have Archie, and he’ll always have you. You guys are twins. I don’t have either of you; I’ll probably never have either of you again.” You didn’t know how to respond. You had no clue Jughead had felt that way about the three of you breaking off into different friend groups.

“Jug—" but he cut you off.

“Save it. You didn’t care when you canceled on the road trip, so why should you care now?”

Second Thoughts (M)

Genre: Smut
Summary: Promises of a fun night head down a much different direction when you catch your boyfriend locking lips with another woman and when you’re left pining for a stranger, you do what you think is right.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, public sex, sex with a stranger, cheating
Word Count: 1759
Written By: Smutty Gilfairy with a lot of assistance from Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This will technically be the first fic I’m putting on the blog, I hope you guys didn’t wait too long for something from me hehe. Enjoy~

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anonymous asked:

I'm just feeling p worthless and I'm sure at some point Maggie has too so can we have Alex just randomly telling Maggie how much she means to her and how amazing she is, how much she loves her. And I need Maggie to be a mess bc haha same.

Same my darling Anon. Same. Sending you so much love: you are worth everything!!! <3 <3 <3

She doesn’t say anything about it on the days when it hits her worst. She doesn’t say anything about it because talking isn’t exactly her style.

But she hits at her heavy bag harder, she takes more risks at work, she takes more shots at the bar, she’s quieter at dinner, she’s quieter in bed.

She doesn’t say anything about it, but Alex knows anyway.

Knows that Maggie tries not to – tries so hard, sometimes, that it tears away at her insides and eats away at her perfect smile – but she knows that Maggie believes the things her exes have said to her, the things her father has said to her, the things the chemical imbalances coursing through her bloodstream and neural pathways say to her, the things the world has said about brown queer girls who think they have a right to be happy.

Knows that more often than not, Maggie Sawyer feels worthless.

Feels like she’s just going through the motions. Like every achievement she’s had is luck. Like every tear she sheds is weakness. Like every struggle she has is fake. Like every break she takes from a job full of death and full of torture and full of iron bars eats away at her value as a person, because how can she be worth anything at all if she’s not spending all her time, every second of it, in service to others?

So on the days when Maggie’s smile is just a little forced; the mornings when Alex catches her just staring at the ground, elbows resting on spread knees, chewing on her lip; the nights when she laughs a little too loudly or doesn’t laugh much at all; the afternoons when she works at the heavy bag until she can barely stand up; Alex makes sure to tell her extra, to show her more, to prove to her… everything.

She’ll bring her lunch at the precinct, and she’ll whisper “for the most beautiful woman in the multiverse” in her ear as she slips it into her hands.

She’ll draw her a bath and take off her jacket and boots when she walks in the door, and she’ll murmur “only the best for the best girlfriend in history” into her ear as she slowly strips off her clothes and leads her to the candlelit bathroom.

She’ll pull her close during game night, when she’s forcing a laugh that’s slightly louder than it would normally be, not detectable to anyone else, but Alex knows, so Alex tickles her, and Alex kisses her ear and ignores James and Winn’s whooping as she teases, “I’m so proud to finally have such an incredible and perfect girlfriend to help me kick these losers’ asses”, and she smiles when that’s what gets a genuine smile to flicker across Maggie’s face, and actually reach her eyes.

She’ll text her in the middle of the day, just because, and the just because texts range from thinking of you, beautiful girl to I hope the best cop ever is having the best day ever to Have I told you lately that you’re more beautiful than the most perfect sunrise? Because… you are to I had an amazing time last night, Mags. I can’t wait to be in your strong, gorgeous arms again.

She’ll stare across the living room at Maggie, pretending to read while Maggie pretends to work, watching Maggie’s eyes just fix on a single spot on the ground, her jaw grinding slightly. And Alex will take off her glasses, and she’ll close her book, and she’ll just straight up tell her: “Maggie, you know I… I’ve never been in love before. But I’m in love with you. Because you are the kindest, most generous, bravest woman I have ever known. And yes, yes, I know Supergirl’s my sister, but Kara doesn’t count, okay? I just… Maggie, you are everything I have ever wanted, and you are just… you’re smart, and you’re tough, and you’re just… beautiful. You’re so beautiful. That’s what I told my sister, you know, the day I came out to her. About you. And now that we’re dating, now that I know you better? Maggie, my life changed forever the day Kara came into my life. And the day J’onn came into my life. And it… it changed, I hope forever, the day you came into my life. Because you… you’re amazing, Maggie. You’re amazing, and I admire you. I admire you and I… I’m in love with you. And that’s… you… you’re worth everything. You are everything. I just… I just want you to know that, in case I don’t say it enough, or show you enough, I just… I need you to know those things.”

And suddenly Maggie is on her knees, on the ground in front of the couch, and Alex tosses her book away and she collects Maggie into her arms, because Maggie is sobbing, her entire body wracked with sobs, with grief, with relief, with disbelief, with I don’t deserve you and why would you say those things and Al, Alex, Al, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry and I don’t deserve you, I don’t, I don’t, I’m sorry.

And Alex is shushing her softly and Alex is rocking her gently, and Alex is kissing her hair and kissing the tears off her face and pulling her closer into her lap and, when Maggie’s breathing finally starts to even out again, she’s cupping her face in her hands and looking her straight in the eyes.

“Maggie, I’m not going anywhere. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, but that’s not even the point: let’s just say we deserve each other and call it even, okay?”

This gets a shaky laugh out of Maggie, and Alex kisses her nose.

“You’re worth it, Maggie. You’re worth everything. If I am, you certainly are. Okay? We can be worth it together. Deal?”

There’s a long pause and Alex holds her breath, because she’s never done this with anyone but Kara and maybe she’s bad at it, but then Maggie’s lips are quirking into a smile and Maggie is wrapping her arms around Alex’s shoulders.

“You getting soft on me, Danvers?”

“Always, Sawyer.”

anonymous asked:

can I request the RFA reacting to someone drunkenly kissing MC when they're out at a bar or something? thank you!!

Of course, anon! Here you go~

~Nao

RFA reacts to MC being randomly kissed by a drunk stranger


Yoosung

  • Friday night means social night
  • So Yoosung takes you with him when he goes drinking with his colleagues.
  • You don’t drink because you know how Yoosung is when he gets drunk
  • Also, you have to drive to get home.
  • The evening starts with everyone discussing about work and then moving on to random topics
  • Yoosung’s mood was beginning to loosen up and you could tell that it was almost time to go home
  • However, the guy to your left was too
  • He suddenly grabs and kisses you on the lips
  • Yoosung quickly jerks you away from him
  • “MC IS MINE,“ he firmly states, hugging you close to him, giving the guy an icy stare that scared even you.
  • That scary mood change makes everyone sober up
  • You now find yourself sitting between Yoosung and the wall whenever he takes you with him on Fridays
  • And everyone now knows not to make random moves on you for fear of him

Zen

  • The last day of the musical was a success, and the cast members were celebrating at the after party.
  • You were sitting in the corner, watching Zen horse around with his friends
  • An unfamiliar person sits beside you and strikes up a conversation
  • However, you notice that he’s been edging closer to you
  • And you’ve been trying to edge away too, much to your chagrin
  • “Aw, don’t be like that, pretty. I just want to be friends,“ but then he puts an arm around you and the other on one of your legs
  • You want to scream for Zen, but he’s nowhere in sight
  • You try so hard to keep your face away from him as he tries to kiss you
  • Zenpleasecometheresacreepomgidkwhattodoasdfghjkl
  • “OI, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO MY WOMAN?“
  • (Biker gang) Zen to the rescue!
  • He jerks the guy violently away from you and proceeds to punch him a couple of times until his co-actors pull him away from the guy
  • “Are you alright, MC? I’m sorry I wasn’t around, you must’ve been so scared,“ he says worriedly
  • “I’m fine now Zenny,“ but you grip his sleeve tightly since you’re still a little shook from the experience
  • You leave the party earlier than expected, and Zen spends the night comforting you
  • You both find out that the creep was one of the producers who was famous for harassing women when he gets drunk during after parties
  • The whole RFA gets wind of this, and… let’s just say that that guy suddenly had a string of problems and was never heard of again
  • Zen now makes sure to keep you constantly in his line of sight whenever you attend the after parties if at all

Jaehee

  • You girls decide to go on a night out after a busy week at the cafe
  • All the booths were occupied, so you opt to stay at the bar
  • The both of you were in the middle of an interesting conversation when a group of four drunk guys suddenly join you, sitting on either side of you and sandwiching the two of you in between
  • “So, what brings such gorgeous ladies to the bar at this time, hmm?“
  • You squirm uncomfortably in your seat as one of them puts an arm around you and you try to pry his hands away but are unsuccessful
  • “I suggest you stay away from us before anything dangerous happens to your lot, gentlemen,“ Jaehee warns in a calm, but stern tone
  • Uh oh. You completely recognize that tone as the one Jaehee uses whenever she gets angry.
  • The guy beside you smirks. “And what, may I ask,“ he caresses your cheek and keeps your chin in a firm grip, “would happen to us if we make a move on you, hmm?“ and then he proceeds to kiss you forcefully
  • You try to push him away from you, but he’s too strong for you
  • Jaehee sees red
  • She hits the guy closest to her and throws the other one that was kissing you
  • The other bar goers cheer her on as she beats the crap out of the other guys as you stand at the side in shocked silence
  • The police finally arrives and takes the men away and you both file a report
  • Zen and Seven (and Jumin and Yoosung, on occasion) now comes with the two of you whenever you want to go drinking after a long work week

Jumin

  • He attends a social function with you in tow.
  • Wine and cocktails everywhere.
  • One of the drunk guests gets close to you and gives you a kiss to Jumin’s dismay.
  • Immediately has his bodyguards remove the offending guest.
  • Tilts your chin up, and gives you a critical stare.
  • “That man has touched you, my love. I must cleanse you from his touch.“
  • You never finish that party, because he hurriedly drags you home.
  • Said cleansing left you with hickeys all over your body, and the inability to move for the next 24 hours.

707/Saeyoung

  • He doesn’t really drink, but you were going for drinks with your friends at a popular bar so he comes along.
  • In the middle of the merry-making, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom alone.
  • However, on your way back to the table, you are surprised when a stranger drunkenly blocks your way and pulls you in for a kiss.
  • You are more surprised when said drunk is violently pulled away from you.
  • “hey, wtf— mmmph“
  • …..!!!!!!
  • You stare in shock as Saeyoung kisses the stranger in front of you.
  • What’s stranger is that said drunk guy actually responds to him so YOU have to pull them apart.
  • You grab his collar and look into his eyes.
  • “HE’S MINE, SO STAY. AWAY.“
  • After the drunk goes his (scared) merry way, you turn to Saeyoung with hands on hips and a raised eyebrow.
  • “What the hell was that for, Saeyoung?“
  • He gently pulls you in for a hug
  • “He stole a kiss from you, so I took it back,“ he says as he kisses your forehead.
  • Do you smell….Alcohol???
  • “Saeyoung, are you drunk?“
  • “Noooope.“
  • You learn later on that your friends made him drink a shot of tequila  and everybody experiences your wrath.

Bonus: 

Saeran

  • You’ve been bugging him to go to a drinking party with you and your old college buddies
  • He reluctantly agrees, so he goes with you with Saeyoung in tow (much to his dismay, but big brother is worried!)
  • They sit on either side of you, so nobody could make a move on you
  • The night starts off peacefully, with everyone talking about their experiences after college over alcoholic drinks and a light dinner.
  • However, as the night dragged on, almost everyone started loosening up because of the alcohol.
  • One of them particularly being courageous and drunk enough to stand up and confess to you
  • “I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, MC!!! PLEASE LET ME KISS YOU!” he drunkenly shouts, and makes a dive bomb for you, attempting to score a kiss.
  • You are surprised with this declaration so you sit there in stunned silence, but Saeran reacts first and violently pins the guy to the wall while Saeyoung brings you to a safe distance away from him.
  • “Try that again, mister, and you might not just get a bruise the next time,” Saeran dangerously warns, as he twists the guys arms enough to make him scream in pain, but not injure
  • “Saeran, that’s enough,” Saeyoung scolds
  • He lets go of the guy and lets him drop to the floor with a thud, and pulls you away from the party.
  • Your friends now know not to invite that guy if they want you to come along with them, for fear of your boyfriend.

V/Jihyun

  • You were enjoying a quiet night with him, drinking at a seaside bar
  • When suddenly, a random drunk guy approaches you and kisses you
  • You are shocked, so you couldn’t react right away.
  • V swiftly grabs him and coldly pins him to the ground with his boot
  • He then crouches down to whisper something to the guy, which makes him pee his pants on the spot, apologize, and run away.
  • The bar manager approaches you and apologizes profusely, making the next round of drink and food free for you.
  • You ask him what he whispered to the guy that made him so scared
  • But he just chuckled and brought your hand to his lips
  • “It’s a secret, sweetheart” and he smiles as he empties his glass and orders another high ball.
  • Nobody messes with a drunk V.
Essays in Existentialism: Strip

“haha that student looks a lot like the girl i was hired to strip for last week oh wait” teacher’s aid au

“Go ahead, all the way back,” a voice accompanied the hand that tilted the shot glass so that there was no other alternative but to drink the rest. “That’s my girl. Taught her well.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink so much!” 

“Another round!” 

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“T̛ha͟nk̀ y͘óu m̕y̨ lit̴tle͏ r̴aįsins…̶ W̢e ̛ha͠ve ͠reac͏h̕e͝d̷ 2,͟000͜ ͏f҉o͡l̷l̷owe̸r҉s a͜s̸ ͘of t҉o̷da̵y.͜ Yo̕u͠r f͘òl͡l̵ow̧s,͡ ask҉s,͟ ͢stor͢ies ̡a̸nd a̡rt̴ ͘have alwa͘ys ҉b͞ro̧u̶g͢ht ͜a sm͏i͟lę ͡t̢ơ ̸my f͏ace. ̧So͞ ̨tha̸nk̷ yo͝u.͘” Anti spoke animatedly, his lips stretched into a fang-bearing grin. “͠Yo̕u̢ may b̶e͞ aşkin̨g̵, wh̕o̢ a͠r̡e th͠ose ͘thr̷ee s͏t͝a̸ndi͜ng be͢hi͏n͟d m̛e?”͠  Anti pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his forehead as he gestures to the three young women off to the side.“W̶e͘l̀ĺ,̢ t͝h̴ey ͠are m̕y ͘m̕od̡e͠r͟a҉t̛o͠r̸s.” He shrugged, that same grin still spread across his face,“S͘o̸m҉e͟ ̡o͠f҉ ̸you ̶ma͘y h̀a̴ve ͝s̨poken to t͝h͞e͝m in the̛ ̡Discord ̡chat, ̵bu͜t ̸f͢o̴r̷ th̕os̴e of you u̷n̨f̕a̡mi͝l̶ìar wi͝ţh͡ them…́ ͝a̕ĺl̀o͏w̴ ͜m̢e̵ t̛o int̕r̨o̧duće ͡t̴he͡m̛ fo̕r ͞th͝ȩ v̵e̴ry ̵f͘ir̸st ̸t̨i͏m͏e.̨” Anti then pivoted on his heel and snapped his fingers at the girl in the middle.  “͝C̡’̴mon͝.“

The brunette girl strode up to Anti while the other two cheered her on in the back. Anyone could tell that she was a natural born leader by the way she held herself: back straight, smile gentle with stern milky brown eyes. Her soft face complimented her gorgeous hair, and pretty features to match. Anti slid off his sunglasses to place them crookedly on her face. She narrowed her eyes at him and pushed them up onto her forehead, opening her mouth to speak. Anti, however, smirked and interrupted her, smirking.

“Okay. I̛nt̀r҉o͝d͟u̕ce ͏you͝r͟sęlf. Go̧ ́on̴.͘ T͠he͜y͠’r̨e͘ a̢l̡l wa̴i͏t͜ing͢.”̡ He waved a hand at her and flopped down in a bright green bean bag chair, drawing a sigh from the girl standing in the front. She ignored him for the time being with a smile directed at the audience of raisins. “I’m Mod S, or Sparrow; I’m the main author/admin of Anti’s blog. I do the asks, most of the reblogs, and the roleplay on discord. Thanks for all your amazing questions and support! Y’all are chill.” S smiled, giving the little raisins a wave and a sarcastic curtsy. Anti grinned proudly at S as she walked away.

“She̷’s my fa͘v͢ourit͡e,”͡  he whispered with a smirk to the audience.

Sparrow then returned back to her group, shoving the light brown haired girl forwards. She had pretty blonde highlights that shined in the white mod room they were in. Given her goofy grin and her posture, anyone could tell that she had an amazing sense of humour- not to mention extremely beautiful.

The eighteen year old stumbled forwards, quickly regaining her balance and twisting around to glare at Sparrow. “Heck,” she stated, then turned back around to face the little raisins. “Hey friendos so uh… I’m Mod T. I do side messages and some reblogs. I also do tag, editing, and formatting for asks and submissions to the blog. I’m also on discord pretty often as my figment Manic. So uh, yeah. Nice to meet y’all. Your support and love has kept us going. You’re all my amazing babes,” she said, then backed away while waving dorkily to the audience.

“̨Sh͞e̛’́s g̀ot͢ n̢ìce ̀l҉e͞g͜s͏,” Anti stated quietly, winking at the audience.

S then pushed a timid blonde girl forwards the oldest (and smallest) mod of nearly nineteen. “Ohp,” she exclaimed before she recovered from the shove, eyes darting around at everyone. “Hey.” She greeted awkwardly, “I’m Mod C. I’m somewhat new to the blog. I do all the art and occasionally some ask edits, tags, etc. I haven’t been here too long but I appreciate the positive hype and comments you’ve given. This blog is not only kept going by us but by your support. We all appreciate it so much.” C said graciously, cupping her face happily.

“T͡h͠ere you̕ ͝go҉,“ Anti said with a cheeky grin. “Àll t̶h̷e ̵mo̢d҉s̢.͘ ͝You͝’r̢é ̢w̴elc͟ǫm̨e̵.͡ A҉n҉yẃays̢, t͢he͞r͞e̢ ̧w̷as͢ a̛ ͜mai͟n ̧po̷i̡n̨t̶ ͢t̢o ̴ąl҉l ţhi͘s̡. A͡s ̕a ͜pres̢en̸t to̷ r͏e͡a͢c̡hi̕ng͏ o̶ur 2k m̢ile̴stone͢… I w̷il͢l o͢p̵e͢n̵ u̸p̡ t͢h̸e as̡k̷ ͢box for͘ ͝yo͏u̧ a̴ll tǫ ͝as͝k̶ th̨e ̛M͘o̷d̨s̛ an͜y͏ q́u͠e̡s̡t̵i̶ons you̢ ͡might͏ h̕ave.͜ ͢W̢e͝’́r̸e goi̡ng͢ to cal̶l̸ ҉įt́ ͘‘̢aśk ţhe mo̶d̵s̶ w̛ee̕k’.͡ Wha̛t̸ ̷that ent͜ai̡l͝s ìs̶..̶.̀q̀u͞esti҉ons fo̕r ̢j̨u͘st t́h̀e̕m͏. A̢ny q͠u͟e͡st͞iǫns ̨directe҉d t̴o̴ ̕me̢ wil̶l͡ ̡no̡t ̧be ąn̕s͠wér̀e̸d̡ u̢ntil the̢ week ̸is o͡ver.̵ ̕Enjo̴y̷ ͝e̢veryo̷ne,͟ ҉I’̶ll ̨se̡e͟ y̡ou̧ ͜all àg͞a͝i̡n͘ i̕n ̡a͠ ҉we͞ek.”