the girls are ruining the picture

“Happy International Women’s Day, mommy!”

Her daughter’s bright smile and beautiful eyes greeted Arizona as she answered the incoming FaceTime call, and the blonde’s mood was immediately lifted. The call was a surprise – coming in way later than usual – but the happiness on her face was evident as her little girl waved through the screen.

“Well, Happy Women’s Day to you too, little miss! This is a nice surprise!”

The image on screen shifted slightly, but Sofia was careful to keep her face in the frame, her background completely out of the picture. Those had been Callie’s instructions – her background could give them away – and she didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise.

“What are you doing up so late?”

A grin tugged at the little girl’s face immediately and her dimples popped, just like her mother’s.

“Mama said I could stay up and call you. Cause it’s important to celebrate today and celebrate all the bestest, strongest women we know. Girl power is super important!”

She nodded firmly, her slightly precocious words making Arizona smile again too. If they were doing one thing right, it was certainly raising their girl to be a strong little feminist.

“It is! Girls are awesome – especially you and mama. Did you do anything special today?”

The camera jiggled a little bit again, the movement on Sofia’s end bouncing her image in the frame, but Arizona barely noticed, instead taking a moment to curl back into the couch cushions herself.

“Yeah! We went on a big adventure and mama bought me Moana and I watched it TWICE! I wanna be like her. She doesn’t need a prince, just a chicken,” Sofia beamed happily and continued, “and now we’re gonna have donuts cause–”

She cut herself off, small eyes widening just a bit, and Arizona couldn’t help but laugh.

“Donuts? I mean I’m all for donuts but it’s already past bed time!”

“Oh…yeah,” the little girl nodded swiftly, a slightly suspicious look flitting across her face, “it is bed time. I have to go, mommy.”

“Okay, sweetie…well I’m glad you called. I miss you, and I lov–”

Before she could finish her sentence, the camera cut out and the call ended, and Arizona blinked slightly at the device in her hands – did her daughter just hang up on her? A loud knock sounded at the door, startling her from her thoughts, and with a slight frown the blonde pushed herself off the couch and padded to the front door, unlocking the bolt and pulling it open.

“SURPRISE!”

Blue eyes widened in shock as the small body of her daughter practically launched into her arms, but the minute she felt her daughter’s warmth Arizona immediately scooped her up into a ferocious hug, her grin matching the delighted look on the little girl’s face.

“Sofia! What are you doing here?!”

Kissing Sofia’s forehead and setting her back down, Arizona’s hands smoothed through silky hair as the small brunette wrapped her arms around her waist and glued herself to her side. She looked up to meet the eyes of her ex-wife standing on the threshold of the doorway, and her brow furrowed in confusion as dark eyes gazed longingly back.

“We brought donuts.”

Callie held out a flat box, the pink frosting and sprinkles from Arizona’s favourite bakery evident through the lid, and she swallowed thickly, biting her lip a little before speaking again.

“I wanted to celebrate the strongest, bravest, smartest, most beautiful…amazing woman I know…”

Arizona’s eyes softened a little, and she glanced back up to meet Callie’s penetrating gaze.

“…and maybe ask if she wanted to go out sometime. On a date.” the older brunette paused slightly, a hopeful, small smile pulling at her lips, “I’m new in town; just moved here today. And I’d really like to get to know her again.”

Arizona could only blink in surprise, and she instinctively glanced down to look at Sofia – meeting the younger brunette’s equally hopeful and enamored gaze.

“I told you we were on an adventure, mommy.”

She lifted her hand from Arizona’s waist and motioned her closer, and Arizona leaned down, turning her head as her daughter whispered in her ear.

“Mama misses you too. A lot. Please say yes.

The blonde couldn’t help but smile, the warmth spreading through her chest both at her daughter’s words and the nervous, eager look in her ex-wife’s eyes. This would be an adventure, for sure – but one she was so, so ready to go on.

“I think she’d really like that.”

Callie’s face broke into a heart-stopping smile as Arizona replied softly, and she watched as the blonde’s dimples appeared, her nose wrinkling adorably as she grinned. Arizona glanced at the proffered box of donuts between them before reaching up to grab it, her fingers lightly – and purposefully – brushing the ones opposite hers.

“And donuts are a great way to start.”

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#WEEBGATE2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lSPr6napPI
SHOCKING VIDEO !!!
I promised there for I shall deliver.
▷ verifiable PROOF of #Blackgirlsarekawaii members like Bri who were fans that decided to slut shame me(NOT kicked from group). Admins like Marie kicking myself and MANY OTHERS only to make posts bullying us.
(many many things i haven’t leaked yet…)
▷ new LEAKED pictures of Chanteya aka Teya who called me a racist slur, bragging about bullying fellow group member. Why? Because her crush liked said girl. In these photos. Tea has a CHAT ROOM dedicated to harassing myself while her and Hanabi/Ritta laugh about ruining this girl’s life. She also bought Facebook likes solely to spite me(lol)
▷ DO NOT harass these people. This video is only to have a master post on CONSISTENT bullying of myself and others, exposing these people for what they’re doing.
I’m thinking about making an empowerment group, that is unbiased where free speech(not hate speech) is allowed.
#BGAK #Jvlog #Kawaii #BGAKBURNBOOK Black Girls are Kawaii BerriTeam Victory
Also Micky has apologised to me. Considering she made a hate post about me and talks about me in her streams regularly, I take this with a grain of salt however i respect her for that so leave her out of this(or until otherwise arises)

Show You - Zen x Reader SMUT!!!

Request from anon. “ I would like request some smut with Zen about his s/o who is self conscious about her small assets.”

Word Count: 1866

TW: Really badly written smut!!

Genre: s m u t/fluff

A/N: This is my first time fully writing a sex scene?? It’s probably like really bad. Hopefully my next will be better. Sorry sorryyyy (A warning will be placed before smut starts.)


A sigh escaped your lips as you scrolled through your phone. You knew it was unhealthy, but you couldn’t look away. Every second with every picture would bring yourself down even more.

About a year ago, Echo Girl had almost ruined Zen’s career. She accused him of sexual harassment when he rejected her. When he rejected her for you.

Of course, karma served her right and all was cleared up at last year’s RFA party. Zen had officially announced your relationship and the two if you moved in together. His career flourished. Echo Girl was brought down to the level she deserved. Everything had gone right.

So why were you so upset?

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anonymous asked:

Don't you ever fell guilty about sharing and creating the very images that lure young people into disordered eating?? Thinspo is what fucked me over when I was 13, it's ruined my life. And here you are proudly posting pictures of you starving yourself and letting young girls look up to you. They are aspiring to hurt themselves as well as you do, and you are totally fine with that? This is selfish, this is a selfish way to deal with your disease. You are hurting other people by doing this.

It’s very clear that my blog is NOT for anyone not already struggling with ED’s. I cannot control who sees my content. What about blogs that give self destructive tips? Or self harm tips? This is my escape, my outlet. Please don’t ruin it for me. People have autonomy and I can’t control who views my content, but I do not think I glorify ED’s whatsoever and that is NOT my goal.

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the snap of that one guy saying "I don't even know her?" While Camilla's part was playing at the club and also Lauren's sister snap leaked picture of her hating Camila. That's just so messy I hate it. Plus Camilla's already getting so much hate why add on to the fire ur making it ok for people to go bully her. From day one of the departure this girl has said nothing but good things. Everyone's just being petty and messy.

yeah it’s frustrating. val ruined the moment too, dinah was singing camila’s part.

delightfullysunny  asked:

The camping trip horror ruins one because I had a million questions about it. Tell us everything! If you want it to remain mysterious though, no rest for the wicked, in honor of Laine's upcoming birthday would also be fun for the game! Thanks! 🙂


1) The ruins are a prison. It was sealed by Native American centuries before, but the magic binding the site had started to fade and the things that were trapped their have started to wiggle free. Local police files have an increased number of missing people cases, and the woods are no longer friendly.

2) Caroline used to have dreams about the ruins. As a girl, her father used to entertain her with ghost stories and the superstition surrounding the places he searched for ghosts. He’d taken a picture once, of those ruins, they’d scared her so badly her mother had banned him from another story. She choose that college, because she wanted to be close to the memory of him.

3) When Caroline makes it back to civilization, she’s barefoot and dehydrated, and wearing no sign of the massacre the night before. The cops can’t find any sign of the bodies she swore were there, brushing the incident off as a bad experience with mushrooms. It takes her a while to realize that her friends aren’t just missing, they have been erased. No one else remembers them, there is no sign that they ever existed.

4) The bracelet won’t come off. Too tight to slip off her wrist, she broke two pairs of scissors, trying to cut it away from her skin. Burning sage didn’t help, and neither did salt or fire. After a reoccurring dream that the plants in her dorm room were reaching for her at night, she trashed all of them. She’s started sleeping during the day, and never turns her lights off.

5) The first time she sees him again, she faints. Later, she blames it on the stress and exhaustion, but when she wakes up she’s tucked into a bed at the nurses office, and the room is dark. It’s an interior room, with no windows, but she can still see him, sitting next to the bed. Worse, is that he can see her.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

Playboy: In terms of modern art, critical opinion is divided about the sincerity or deceitfulness, simplicity or complexity of contemporary abstract painting. What is your own opinion?

Nabokov: I do not see any essential difference between abstract and primitive art. Both are simple and sincere. Naturally, we should not generalize in these matters: It is the individual artist that counts. But if we accept for a moment the general notion of “modern art,” then we must admit that the trouble with it is that it is so commonplace, imitative and academic. Blurs and blotches have merely replaced the mass prettiness of a hundred years ago, pictures of Italian girls, handsome beggars, romantic ruins, and so forth. But just as among those corny oils there might occur the work of a true artist with a richer play of light and shade, with some original streak of violence or tenderness, so among the corn of primitive and abstract art one may come across a flash of great talent. Only talent interests me in paintings and books. Not general ideas, but the individual contribution.

Playboy: A contribution to society?

Nabokov: A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me. I don’t give a damn for the group, the community, the masses, and so forth. Although I do not care for the slogan “art for art’s sake”—because unfortunately such promoters of it as, for instance, Oscar Wilde and various dainty poets, were in reality rank moralists and didacticists—there can be no question that what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art.

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Delena + their baby pictures

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Could’ve been gayer.

*sigh* I’m glad Timber’s a better written love-interest than Flash was, I just wish he didn’t have to be one at all. Would’ve been nice to have he and Twi developed a friendship without there needing to be a romance just because they’re a girl and a guy.

I mean, Sunset’s still hella gay, I assure you, now it seems like she’s just a really, really great friend, too. 

Oh, she definitely still has the hots for Twi, she probably just didn’t want to complicate things after the Friendship Games (poor Twi was already learning the value of friendship– piling on love probably didn’t seem fair to Sunset). And now with Timber coming into the picture, she doesn’t even know if Twilight likes girls– but even if she does, Sunset’s not about to ruin her happiness.

Sunset’s entire storyline in this one is supporting and protecting Twilight. Maybe even at the cost of her own happiness.

Yeah, buddy. She knows how you feel. Oblivious Twilight is oblivious.

Don’t worry, Sunset. The hero always gets the girl in the end.

Bad Girl (M)

Summary: Fulfilling the request of two anons❤️So, all day while Yugyeom was in the studio, you’d sent him all kinds of pictures of you in your lingerie, forcing him to come home after all of this teasing. You were in for the worse punishment of your life, but honestly, it was so worth it.

Warnings: spanking, bondage, and rough sex, oh and slight overstimulation.

You had just sent another picture to your boyfriend, Yugyeom, in hopes of getting him to come home. You knew that he was busy but that’s what made everything better. Getting under his skin for the last five hours that he’d been gone was worth it. Knowing the upcoming consequences, you sat on the couch in the living room to wait on him.

When he did get home, you heard a car door slam. A part of you feared the consequences, the other part wanted them. You couldn’t help but need the rush of punishment. You heard the front door unlock and in walked Yugyeom with the worst glare on his face.

“So you think you’re real funny, don’t you?”

You instantly shook your head. “Speak up.”

“N-no daddy.” He chuckled. “You obviously do since you decided to send me these kind of pictures.”

You couldn’t say anything back to him, you didn’t know what to say.

“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” He asked, walking over to where you were sitting.

He grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch, making you feel how hard he was.

“See what you do to me, baby?

You knew he was just teasing you for later. He moved your hand off of him. You knew you wouldn’t get to touch him again until after your punishment.

“Go upstairs and strip. You know what happens next.”

You did as you were told and went upstairs to your bedroom. You stripped out of Yugyeom’s shirt that you used to cover up your lingerie, then you stripped out of that too.

Yugyeom walked back in, shirtless and carrying things you knew all too well. A blindfold, rope, and a whip. You watched his as he sat the everything on the bed. He used his index finger to tell you to turn around. Using one of his hands, he bent you over the bed. Picking up the whip next to you, he walked behind you.

“For every picture you sent me, it equals two hits. That sound fair?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy.” You replied, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.

“Good. Remember babygirl, if it’s too much for you, you know the safe word right?”

“Brownie. I know it.” You answered, softly.

“Okay. Count them out, and they better be loud or I won’t hesitate to start over.”

SMACK.

“One.” You said, feel the sting from the whip across your ass.

SMACK.

"Two.” You gripped the blankets in hopes of keeping what you were feeling inside.

Smack after smack came and you were feeling more pleasure than pain. You’d held in all of your moans because of the fact that in Yugyeom’s words; “Punishments aren’t meant to feel good.”

After you counted the last hit, you felt weak. Your ass was numb and you were dripping wet. You heard Yugyeom drop the whip. You felt his hands caress your cheeks and you couldn’t help but to let out little moans.

“You’ve been such a bad girl, it’s time that Daddy shows you who’s boss around here.” He said, landing another smack on your backside.

“Get on the bed.” You quickly got on the bed, facing him.

He grabbed the blindfold and put it over your eyes, tying it in the back.

“As another punishment for teasing, I’m taking away your sight. You’re not allowed to see a thing for the rest of your punishment.”

You whined in response. He only laughed at you.

“The rope is so you can’t touch me. Nor can you touch yourself. Got it?”

“Y-yes Daddy.”

“Good, now hands behind your back.”

You did as you were told, turning around with your hands behind your back. You felt like you were going to jail but you secretly want this more than anything. Feeling him tie your wrists tight, you whimpered at the thought of what he’d do to you this time.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how wet you were, babygirl.”

A part you wanted to talk back but you knew how that would end.

"Face down, ass up. Give me a better view of that pussy.”

You did your best to get in that position, pushing your head into the mattress with your ass in the air. You heard Yugyeom mumble ‘fuck’, and grab your hips.

“You’re soaking wet for me baby. I’m starting to think you like your punishments.”

Hearing a belt buckle and things hitting the floor, you assumed that he’d fully undressed. You heard nothing for a while but then you felt the same presence you’ve always felt once you felt the bed dip.

Suddenly you felt him slam into you, causing you to cry out. You feel him pull all the way out, leaving the head in before he slammed back into you. You let out a moan and he continued his rough assault on your body. You arched your back as much as you could in pleasure and it only helped him get deeper, hitting your sweet spot in the process.

“Fuck yes, daddy please..” You managed to say.

“Please what, babygirl. Tell daddy what you want.”

“P-please daddy, let me cum. I’ll be a good girl, I promise. No more teasing.”

“I’ll let you cum, baby girl. Just let Daddy cum with you.”

After a few more agonizingly good thrusts, you both climaxed. He pulled out of you and you could feel his seed oozing out of you. Yugyeom soon untied your wrists, and laid you down correctly but he never took the blindfold off.

“Uh, babe? Can you take the blindfold off now?” You asked in a soft voice.

Then you felt a string of vibrations hit your clit. Your body shivered as you instinctively arched your back again.

“Who said we were done, sweetheart? We got all night together. This is only the beginning.” Yugyeom said, pushing the vibrator into you.

“But daddy..” You trailed off.

“Bad girls receive punishments and I think you need a little more than what I’ve given you.”

Like he always told you, ‘rest is for the weak’.

— Admin Soul😏

Originally posted by kimyuygeom

I was asked to post a before and after picture of when I started lifting compared to now.

The first picture was 2009, where the extent of my “fitness” was dancing 3-4 days a week, being the “big girl” in my ballet class, and eating literally whatever I wanted to. I remember being on the beach in that swimsuit next to my older cousins, who were thinner and more fit than me (but were also 4 years older) and being so self-conscious. I was 15 in this picture.

The second picture was 2013 and the end of my freshman year of college. I was 19 and my “fitness routine” consisted on running 45-60 minutes A DAY. Every day. And eating about 1000-1200 calories. I was afraid of lifting, thinking it would make me bulky and ruin my progress to get thinner.

The third picture is me only a few weeks ago (2015). I’m now 22 and am in love with lifting. I’m eating roughly 2000-2500 calories a day and am doing much less cardio than I was 2-3 years ago.

Lifting is the best thing I have ever done for myself. It’s given me confidence, mental and physical strength, and has helped me overcome so much.

y’all someone please give me a m/m plot where muse a is a a good lil church boy pastor’s son and very much closeted and constantly brings home girls and stuff because his dad and muse b  is very much a trouble maker and very gay and his mom and or dad and or someone told him he needed to straighten his life out and forced him to go to church and he would show up high and stuff and he planned on not going until he sees muse a who’s like super tiny and always dressed to the nines and sits with his picture perfect family and muse b is like holy shit i have to ruin him 

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Ya’ll know those “RT to make a black girl mad” and “stop black girls" hashtags that BM,non Black WOC and ww love to post?This sister on twitter posted a pic of a few successful black women.She captioned the the photo “RT to ruin a white girls day”.BM on twitter turned into rabid dogs and began attacking the women in the photo calling them “ugly” and ” basic bitches “.Although the sister who posted the picture was being sarcastic she proved a very valid point BM will defend white womanhood at all cost. Everyone laughs at the "rt to make black girls mad” post but the moment the scenario is flipped everyone gets butt hurt.BM go out of their way to digitally enhance curves on white women then caption the photos “this is why black girls are losing”.Smh last night on twitter was disgusting. Some Black men will come to the defense of white women with TJ Sotomayor fan club shirts on before white men. Some BM take pride in shitting on Black women. Everything that fedupblackwoman has been saying is true BM don’t give a damn about us.

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Merida, requested by @ouat-rewatch

Merida’s costume is, of course, essentially a copy of the character’s adventure costume from Brave. It does, however, have historical roots in the medieval fashions of Europe. Specifically, this mimics the cotehardie or kirtle, laced up the back. It is a coarsely woven, heavy fabric which would probably keep a girl quite warm in Scotland, and features leather trim. Under it she wears a lace blouse—it’s impossible to tell from these pictures, but historically speaking it would be a full underdress, not just a blouse.

The dress has a few innovations not really dating to medieval fashions. The articulated sleeves—something we’ve seen on other archers of the Enchanted Forest—are something seen more in the Renaissance. The buttons on the sleeves also caught my eye. To my understanding, that was an innovation of the Napoleonic wars, an attempt to keep soldiers from ruining their sleeves by wiping noses and mouths on them. But it’s a nice detail here, along with her belt, her quiver slung around her hips, and her purse.

My favorite feature of this, though, is the full skirt, which takes a nice dress to the truly elegant, especially in action scenes. This fandom loves its floor ships, but nobody hits the deck as beautifully as Merida in that skirt.

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{Mew: These two doodles of Dawn come from two similar Undertale AUs. The girl in the dress is Beanie!Dawn from @sluxe‘s AU Reversetale, where the bosses Frisk encountered are in reverse order. Unlike most of my Undertale AU Dawns, Beanie!Dawn never fell underground and didn’t encounter monsters until they reached the surface in Canada with Frisk’s help.}

{The second picture is Rose!Dawn from ReverseAsagaoTale - Reversetale combined with my crossover Asagao/Undertale AU (currently called Asagaoverse). In this AU, Mount Ebott is in Japan, and Dawn is the seventh human to fall. Asgore finds her in the RUINs and is intent on taking her green SOUL, but she works out a deal with him to keep herself alive and let him take her SOUL upon her natural death. This story is one I’m working on writing with @sluxe, and thus far it’s proving to be quite interesting! I’ll post a link to the story here when we start posting it online!}