A Love Story (told in painted nails)

a girl

sitting in the bathroom

painting her nails

a soft blue

like the sea

she is new to this

her nails are messy and the paint

gets on her fingers

she is still proud

She goes out

in her newly painted nails

a girl makes a comment

that her nails are sloppy

she ignores her

another girl

offers to repaint them

but she is proud

and refuses

she doesn’t care

in blue nail varnish

that is smudged

over time

she paints them again

and again

and again

until it’s as easy as breathing

30 seconds

and her nails look professional

and dangerous

they are longer now

she goes out

people admire her nails

and ask where she had them


she replies

that she did them herself

and the people are impressed

she still doesn’t care

in black nail varnish

and leather

a girl comes up to her

in a flower crown and

smudged purple nail varnish

and the girl

who has perfect nails

doesn’t criticise her

doesn’t offer to re-do her nails

simply compliments her crown

and messy nails

she blushes

and shyly asks if she’ll help her

with her nails

black nail varnish



they sit

two girls

very different

but the same

in a graveyard

painting nails

they meet again

under the pretence of

painting nails

and sit

close together

and laugh

in matching pink nails

that don’t go with leather

they give up the pretence

and go out for coffee


in a cheap shop

coffee and red nails

white nails

and tea

going out

together still

rainbows on her face

and nails.

nails painted

blue and purple and pink

the same pattern on her face



they find a home

get a cat

long nights

fight and make up


laying on the couch

some old movie on the TV

matching nails


linked fingers

standing together

making promises

as family

and friends

look on

nails painted gold and white

by each other

not because they can’t

paint them themselves

but because they no longer have to


Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, sex mentions, nsfw

A/N: this is the worst fucking thing ever and i simultaneously hate it and love it

This was based on s1ep3 of Friends, The One With The Princess Leia Fantasy, as requested by anon

Ever since you’d first become intimate with Steve, you knew he was a lot less vanilla than he’d let on. So, one day, you’d made it your mission to find out some sort of fantasy he had—there had to be at least one, right?

“Hey, Stevie?” You stepped into the living room behind the couch, massaging his shoulders gently as he looked down at the book in his lap, letting out a small groan at the relaxing sensation.

“Yes, dear?”

You leaned down, closer to his ear, so you could speak a little quieter, eliminating the risk of anyone overhearing if they walked in. “Have you ever had some sort of….fantasy?”

A dark red dusted over his cheeks. “A fantasy? Like…in the bedroom?”

“Yeah, like in the bedroom.”

“Uh–no. Never.”

“Really?” You walked around the couch, setting yourself down next to him. “You don’t have to be modest about it. A lot of people have them.“

“Well, uh–there’s one. And it’s kind of embarrassing…” He confessed, flipping his book closed and putting it down on the cushion next to him, turning towards you. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as you loosely slid yours around his neck.

You shook your head, “It’s okay, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” you pushed your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him.

“You saw Return of The Jedi, right?” You nodded and he continued, “Well, do you remember when Leia got taken by that big green—”

“Jabba The Hutt.” You corrected.

“Yeah, him,” he shifted his gaze from your eyes to his lap, too embarrassed to look at you as he said, “Well, the gold bikini thing…it, uh, gets me going…”

“That’s…not so bad,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

You got off of his lap, which you were straddling, walking off to go find Natasha. You eventually found her in her room, watching TV and painting her nails a deep maroon color.

“Hey, Nat?” You knocked gently on her door, hearing a “come in” before pushing it open, sitting on her bed next to her.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?”

She asked, not even looking back up from her hand.

“Well, Steve and I were talking about fantasies just now, and–”

Her head snapped up, putting the brush back into the nail polish bottle. “Does he have a weird one? You need to tell me. What is it?”

You laughed at her sudden interest in the subject. “He’s got a thing for the gold bikini that Princess Leia wore in Star Wars…” You explained, blushing a little bit as a smirk pulled at Nat’s lips.

“That’s not so bad, it could be a lot worse.” She assured, giggling a little.

“That’s what I said! But I am going to need your help with something…”

“What is it?”

“Do you think you could help me find that bikini?”

And thus began the passing around of this knowledge, from Nat, to Wanda, to Clint, to Sam, to Bucky, to Bruce, to Tony, to Thor. But Steve didn’t know they knew. And you hoped, with everything you had in you, that he wouldn’t find out.

“Hey, Steve,” Sam called out from the kitchen opening and closing the squeaky, broken cabinet door, “can you come help me fix this cabinet? You’re my only hope.” Bucky couldn’t help it–he burst out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Yeah, sure–wait, what?” Steve stopped himself in his tracks, his voice showing how flustered he was. “Did you just say–”

“Yep,” Sam made his voice higher, imitating Leia, “Help me, Steve. You’re my only hope.”

“Sam, why are you doing a Princess Leia impression..?”

“Oh, I think you know.”

Steve stormed out of the room, more humiliated than angry. He made his way to your bedroom, knocking and not even waiting for you to answer before barging in. You were sat on your bed, scrolling through your Instagram feed.

“(Y/N) why does Sam know about the Princess Leia thing?” He demanded, his eyebrows furrowing and his lids squeezing shut.

“What? He knows?”

“Why are you saying it like that? Who did you tell?”

“I told Nat, so she must’ve told him…Steve, I’m sorry.” You leaned forward, running your hand up his arm. “Let me make it up to you.” 

“Okay, just…give me a second.” He smirked, kissing your forehead before standing up and walking out to the kitchen to where the team had gathered to collectively laugh at Steve. You followed him, catching up and linking your fingers together. “So, it’s been brought to my attention by Sam here that all of you aware of my…little fantasy thing…and I just wanted to say that Bucky has the same one so if you could all bother him about it for the next..forty five minutes or so, that’d be great.”

“Gross!” Sam shouted, not long before he turned to Bucky and said, “So, dude, you got that weird Leia kink too?”

Steve picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom and setting you down. 

“Hold on. Let me get changed.”

anonymous asked:

What's your regular skin care routine and then what's your like "pamper day" routine? If you have different ones that is.

My Current Skin Care Routine:


  1. Fresh Soy Face Cleanser
  2. Klairs Supple Preparation Toner
  3. The Ordinary Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1% mixed with Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence
  4. Benton Fermentation Eye Cream
  5. Cosrx Oil-Free Ultra Mositurizing Lotion
  6. Cosrx Aloe Soothing Sun Cream


  1. Botanic Farms Grain Ferment Cleansing Sherbet
  2. Fresh Soy Face Cleanser (if I feel like I need it)
  3. Cosrx BHA Blackhead Power Liquid (2x a week) OR Cosrx One Step Pimple Clear Pads (when not using the BHA liquid)
  4. Klairs Supple Preparation Toner
  5. The Ordinary Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1%
  6. Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence
  7. Benton Fermentation Eye Cream
  8. Benton Snail Bee High Content Steam Cream mixed with a few drops of The Ordinary 100% Organic Cold‑Pressed Rose Hip Seed Oil

My Pampering Night Time Routine

  • Always oil cleanse first! No matter what I’m using after, I always make sure I use an oil cleanser to create a clean slate to work off of.
  • Apply Lush Catastrophe Cosmetic face mask.
  • Hop in the shower and do a quick wash (Using up the last of my Lush Rose Jam 💔 ). Apply OGX Conditioner (probably Kukui Nut) and let sit. Rinse off Lush face mask and follow with Fresh Soy Face Cleanse.
  • Exit the shower and get a bath running. Apply a well-soaked sheet mask (Prelab Aqua Energy 💖 ).
  • Get into the bath and dissolve whatever Lush bath product I’m going to use (Been loving the bath oils lately).
  • Relax and watch Youtube videos (There may or may not be wine involved in all of this 😁 ) Rinse out hair conditioner in bath water before I get out. Never get bath water on your face.
  • Get out of the bath and put some hair product in. I’m using up my OGX Coconut Curls Styling Milk. I’ll usually pull my hair back in a headband until I go to bed.
  • I’d then complete my skin care routine; I would usually go onto the moisturizing phase of my routine after a sheet mask.
  • Once I’m mostly dry, I apply body moisturizer. This time of year, I’d usually apply a lighter lotion, such as the Hempz Age Defying Lotion. I’d follow up with the Nuxe Huile Prodigieuse, because that scent is TO DIE FOR. 😍😍😍 
  • Get into my pajamas and chill out! Watch TV, do my nails, read, etc. etc. Until I’m ready to sleep.
  • Take my meds and brush my teeth. A little Glossier Coconut Balm Dot Com on the lips and L’Occitane Shea Butter Hand Cream when I’m about to go to bed. So many good fragrances to lull me to sleep!
  • ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZzzzzz 😴

princessofpennsylvania  asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if you had any interaction prompts/ideas for two sisters who share an apartment or dorm room? They are half-sisters if that makes any difference. Thank you so much!! :)

*laughs painfully for eternity as thunder crashes* 

Let me just, go get my sister, from her room, next to mine. Wish me luck.


Her advice after telling me to “get out” was “Sisters stay up late watching Daredevil and one of them is inappropriately invested in the show.” She then swung her earbuds in the air like nunchucks, and I took the hint and left quickly while trying not to trip over the minefield that is her dirty room.


  • One sister is cleanlier than the other. She gets called “OCD” and the other gets called a “slob.” The clean sister photographs each mess to use as leverage later.
  • One sister is girlier than the other, as evidenced by her attraction to pastels, candy-themed makeup, and babies. The other thinks makeup is a waste of time and only wears it if her sister holds her down and forces it on her.
  • One sister is brutally honest with others, but overly sensitive to criticism and the occasional misunderstood compliment (I read this to my sister and she began slapping my face and told me to shut my mouth). 
  • One sister is vegetarian, the other loves hamburgers and a side of ribs. They can’t eat the same meal, but the vegetarian sees no problem with removing the parts she doesn’t want to eat from food the other one made. Sometimes this is convenient, sometimes it’s annoying.
  • One is active and outgoing, always wanting to go somewhere and see somebody. The other is a homebody who finds leaving the house tedious and exhausting.
  • One sister is allergic to the other sister’s pet. The pet doesn’t want to be there anyway and gets let outside often.
  • One sister enjoys watching the same three episodes of a TV show ad nauseum. The other finds this in many ways to be hellish torture.
  • Neither sister is very good at forgiving, but one is more forgetful of things done to or by her. The other holds onto grudges, real or made up, forever. Her sister accidentally embarassed her when she was five? Remind her of it every year until it becomes a family joke.
  • Both sisters love each other and get along great when it’s a full moon and there’s plenty of junk food. Also, certain shows about hot vigilantes count as a bonding activity even if both sisters have different reasons for enjoying the show.
  • Each sister has her own “type” she is attracted to, but every now and then one sister nudges the other and together they oggle a particularly pleasant bit of eye candy with great hair. The rest of the time they make fun of each other’s choices in men.
  • They also disagree on books, art, music, and clothing. However, you can still ask your sister if your top matches your skirt. She’ll be honest with you, but you don’t have to listen to her if you don’t want to. She also might borrow or just take an article of clothing from you. If you both bought the same shirt, you are not allowed to wear it at the same time because it’s “embarrassing” and anyway she “saw it first.” Hand-me-downs are great unless your sister has bad taste and until your bodies change and you realize you’re the short chubby one. She can’t fill out your tops though, so plus side found.
  • They both annoy each other for different reasons, but one of them is definitely the Annoying One. The other thinks she’s the Funny One, but she’s actually just rude and sarcastic which is not the same thing even though it makes people laugh.
  • There is a certain time of the month where revenge, pyromania, and murder are nigh. The house should be put under immediate quarantine and everyone should stay away. 
  • Both sisters know exactly how to hurt the other and will, at various emotional moments, whip it out just to win an argument or be cruel. It might be a secret one of them told the other a long time ago, or an insecurity they didn’t know their sister was aware of. Sisters know almost as much as moms and make the worst enemies. They’ll still slip you a tampon in public if you ask though. They’re not monsters.

This list could literally go on for years. And it has. The phrase “What, have you been making a list?” will suddenly be justified in an upcoming argument, so I should stop now.

I wish you the best, and if you have any specific questions we will gladly answer! At least I will. She’ll probably be watching TV and painting her nails.

If the 2P!Axis had tumblr blogs


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  • Blog content: wines, suits, city photography, rings, watches, guns guns guns knives world domination but not really, geography, studying tips, economics, wanderlust posts


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  • Blog content: stupid textposts that somehow get a lot of notes, vines, funny things, dogs, biker chicks, hip hop, memes, rickrolls


  • URL: factsofjapan
  • Title: dipshit land
  • Blog content: supposed to be facts of japan that his boss told him to make, is actually full of shitpost, hentai, guro, random japanese stuff everyone wants but can’t get like kotatsus, cats, samurai swords, martial arts, is secretly the creator of history of japan


  • URL: ultra-fab-sassmaster
  • Title: Hotter Than You ( ˘ ³˘)♥
  • Blog content: selfies, his outfits, fashion, hair tutorials, quotes, girly aesthetics, models (both male and female), jewlery, scarves, nail art, TV dramas


  • URL: lord-of-darkness666
  • Title: H I G H W A Y  T O  H E L L
  • Blog content: CLASSIC ROCK BANDS (AC/DC, Guns ‘N Roses, Led Zeppelin), satanic stuff, witchcraft, astrology, tarot, goth, the Walking Dead, American Horror Story, snakes, raven-haired models, Metal Mulisha outfits, peacoats, The Nightmare Before Christmas


  • URL: celestialparadise
  • Title: only good vibes
  • Blog content: positivity posts,  motivational quotes, hipster aesthetics, fandom shipping, funny posts, sweet couples, cute animals, pastels, anxiety/ panic attack coping tips, beautiful art, anything to hide that he’s unbearably sad and lonely inside
This Isn’t Happening - Chapter 10

THANK YOU for your patience waiting for this chapter. The next one is already written so it’ll be posting much sooner! Thank you @jletolove4eva for being my fic lobster! 

“I want you to show me what you do when I’m not there,” Jared instructed her, lounging back on his couch with his eyes glued to her form on the screen. She blushed and bit her lip. Jared could tell right away that she wanted to say something but was holding back. “Something wrong?” He had this way of asking a question so neutrally she couldn’t manage to be nervous about answering.

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Dear Taylor, 

I’m not great with words. But I have so many words I need to say to you. I thought I’d give you a story of the first time I heard one of your songs, and how now reputation is coming out as I am nearing graduation from college. THAT. IS. CRAZY.

So I’ll try to tell you everything. Here goes.

I’m Isabelle! This is my mom and I:

I’m 20, a Christmas baby…people say that sucks ‘cause ‘no double presents’ but honestly i love having my birthday on Christmas ‘cause I love giving gifts. (ie..getting weirdly specifically funny gifts for my older brothers…!) I turn 21 this Christmas! (So down to drink with you whenever…)

I’m from Rockville, MD, basically right outside DC (kinda) but I’m currently in Chicago for school at Loyola University Chicago! I have 2 foolish yet incredibly smart brothers, my mom is my best friend in the whole world, and I live with my grandparents as well. I’ve played piano since age 3, I love to sing, I am OBSESSED with musical theatre, I love to make people laugh and, on that note, I love comedy-sketch, improv, stand up…you name it. I love puns a little too much…but CAN someone love puns too much? THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST. But I digress. There’s someone who has had a huge impact on my life who I’ve never met, and that someone is you.

2007. I’m in 5th (pretty sure) grade, and our school’s talent show is coming up. Basically, we had to audition to even perform at the talent show (a concept I did not understand but as I type this I’m realizing that is the premise of most music competition shows on TV? Good job, Isabelle. Nailed it.) I played piano, that was it, but an older student (maybe 7th grade at the time) auditioned with a song I hadn’t heard before…it was a song called Our Song. I quickly became obsessed with the song. We both got into the talent show, and she ended up performing A Place in this World in front of the school. I ended up playing my piano piece. Those two songs, not even sung by you the first times I heard them, started my love of your music.

Now…2009-2010. (TIME TRAVEL, RIGHT??) I am in 8th grade, going into high school (CRAZY) and tickets for a certain tour are on sale…the Fearless tour. You had one date in the summer of 2010 for DC at the Verizon Center, but it conflicted with my 8th grade graduation. THEN, because MIRACLES HAPPEN, there was a second date added for DC, the day before the original tour date! Unfortunately, the day before my actual graduation ceremony we had a “mandatory” pre-graduation dinner thing. Still a little bitter I couldn’t go to the Fearless tour, but I made up for it later with 3 other tours.

2011! Freshman year of high school? Life before I knew who I was gonna be…I’m honestly still not sure, as a senior in college. Anyways, freshman year of high school? Not awesome! I went to an all-girls Catholic high school, and I made a lot of friends, but those friendships didn’t really happen till sophomore year. Sophomore year is when I truly threw myself into my school’s performing arts department. I fell in love. I had actually done shows in the summer at my high school, but they were summer camp-y programs, so it was before I was a student there. The first show was Hairspray, follows by the spring production of You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown. In between, I participated in an Improv Show and a dance concert. Ok. So. I cannot dance. I enjoy dancing, and especially now I still say I cannot dance, but I LOVE DANCING. I love dancing and looking 1000% foolish while doing so. I signed up for a class called “Intro to Modern Dance” thinking it meant modern music, like ‘at the moment’ music. WRONG. 

Basically….I, a VERY pale short female with short brown hair and bangs, wore different pastel leotards that had flowy fabric attached to them and pranced across stage before doing what can ONLY be described as ‘birthing motions’.

…True story. Anyways, not the worst thing, but a funny thing.

So, summer 2011: I was an ensemble member in our summer production of Footloose. I also had successfully gotten (thank you Mom…) tickets to night 1 of the Speak Now World Tour in DC for August 2011. I went by myself, but my oldest brother, Jerry, dropped me off and made sure I was safely inside before he went to a Nationals game. He picked me up as well, and he ended up catching the final sounds of that concert from standing in the lobby after the game. I remember everything about that concert. I remember being awestruck when the incredibly touching intro to the album was spoken by you, and then awestruck by the smoke machine….leading to a powerful, young woman rising up from under a stage in a gold glittery dress. That alone blew me away. I took a few pictures at that show, but this one sticks out-partially because it is the least blurry one I took, and partially because I like that you see you on the big screen and onstage. You were so connected to the crowd. It was a truly magical night:

That night and the Speak Now album mean so much to me. It’s special because it was the first time I ever saw you perform live, Taylor, but also because the album has so many songs I hold dear. All your albums do.

Fearless has songs that reassure me, even at age 20, like Fifteen, and it has the song that is my mom’s favorite…The Best Day. It also has anthems that make my heart pound with a sort of fire…Change.

Speak Now, similarly, has songs that resonate with me and will continue to resonate with me forever.  I can’t even talk about Never Grow Up on here or ever because it makes me cry thinking about how much I love my grandparents, brothers, and my marvelous mom. Enchanted is a song that I could quite possibly talk about for days and days and days. It so specifically illustrates all the emotions I feel when I truly “crush” on someone. It also is helpful, because the words you put to that song are lightyears more poignant than how I could describe how I put feelings into words. And you DID. THAT. Enchanted is a song that means so much to all of us, for obvious reasons. I have to say that “the words i held back” as well as the prologue to speak now really parallel all my worries about overthinking and being afraid to speak up. Thank you for those words. 

It is 2012, my high school is doing The Wiz, and I am freaking out over RED.  Red was a turning point for you, and again, it illustrated feelings in ways I couldn’t fathom: “all I feel in my stomach is butterflies, the beautiful kind, making up for lost time, taking flight…”, “everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool..”–I was a junior in high school at this time, and I had experienced bullying and people talking behind my back constantly as well as some cyberbullying. It was not great. The theatre really helped me. My mom surprised me, in 2013, with tickets to night 1 of the Red tour in DC! I went by myself, but I got a text 15 minutes into being in my section from my mom that said “do you see the big Red sign?” …aka this:

…which was not lit (hehe…LIT) at the time my mom texted me. She ended up hearing from a friend that had extra box seats so she called up 2 other friends from work and they joined her in a completely different section from me in the Verizon Center! I just think it’s so funny!! This ended up being more meaningful than I’d thought because this show was the day before Mothers Day. The “surprise” B stage song was Never Grow Up, a song my mom and I adore. From the entrance to the light up drums to the music box to confetti galore, this was another night i’ll never forget. 

My mom and I circa 1999. I love that photo, and, to me, I hear Never Grow Up AND The Best Day playing when I look at it.

I forgot to say another thing when talking about all your tours: I am obsessed with musical theatre, and something you never fail to include on tours is a theatrical feel. It’s always so beautifully done, with quirky “Stage direction” type things and costumes…thank you for that.

By this time…I’ve graduated high school and decided on a school in the midwest…the windy city itself, CHICAGO. Loyola University Chicago, in fact!

It is summer 2014, and I have had a tumblr for some time, mostly filled with photos of bunnies, you-related things/edits, SNL, Harry Potter, and puns. (The basics, you know…not much has changed!)

There have been videos by this time of elevator buttons and secrets about a LIVESTREAM. So, in the car with my mom on the way to move into my dorm (we stopped at Notre Dame on the way because it’s a LONG drive from where I live and most of my family has attended ND! I also worked at Notre Dame this past summer!) I was using a bunch of data to stream your livestream…and? 1989 is coming! I played Shake it Off a LOT on that car ride once I downloaded it. It was so cool because I tried to brush off the bullying I faced in high school and something you said about 1989 was this: “This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result…coming alive.” The album with that message brought me into my freshman year of college, a year filled with many ups and downs. I thank you for being there for me.

Summer 2015, I had the great honor of going to night 1 (JULY 13, yes 13…!!!) of the 1989 Tour in DC, this time at Nationals Park-outside, which was VERY exciting for me, with my godmother! Lorde was the surprise guest, and I am now happy to say I am seeing Lorde live in concert March 2018! The 1989concert was spectacular, it was clear you were taking charge of doing what YOU want and sticking to your genuine, full heart 24/7. I can’t thank you enough for the memories you’ve given me.

I love everyone on here, on tumblr, even though I do not know any of them–in real life. I hope to meet all of you guys, you’re hilarious on here, and I may not post as often as many of you, but I send you all love always.

Now, I am a senior in college. That is WEIRD AF. I turn 21 this Christmas, (I’m a Christmas baby!) I graduate in May, and after that I don’t have plans. I need to get a job, I know that, but uncertainty is AT AN ALL TIME HIGH right now.

reputation is coming out during my SENIOR year of college, a time with SO much uncertainty…definitely more uncertainty than freshman year. I cannot wait to be empowered and enlightened by this album and I can’t help but thank you for this new album and more encouragement to be myself, my best self.

reputation comes out in less than 1 month, and I cannot wait. From what I know so far, and what I know about your “Take no shit and spread so much love no matter what as a strong independent woman” attitude is that I will love this album FOR. SURE. I love you endlessly. I really, really, really hope to meet you someday, and I hope you know that you mean so much to me. Thank you for being a friend to me, even when all I needed was a high note, a funny post, a cat photo, photos of you with fans that make my heart burst, and the hope that someday I’ll meet you. I can’t wait for that day.

Thank you for your heart.

I love you so much, Tay.