yeah i honestly dont even know what this is

I am irritated that from all of fallout 4 companions, X6 is the most vague and undefined and he otherwise is so interesting and the character has so much potential?

Like I want to know what X6 thinks about the Institute personally, I want to know if his love for the Institute is something he chose or something he was brain washed into??? I mean to ignore the fact that unlike any other faction, the Institute is almost irredeemably evil so a lot of people not only will miss X6 as a companion but will also not understand him and his ways because of how badly the Institute was written. 

But I feel like even in fanon X6 loses his agency because you can’t really tell if he is brainwashed into the Institute mindset or he willingly chose to be a courser? And in fact can a synth willingly choose to be a courser? I mean X6 refers to Gabriel as “it” but we don’t know how he was treated in the institute? Yeah coursers more or less have more freedom than other synths, but they also go through a lot of training so we don’t know how he was treated. He doesn’t consider himself as anything more than a machine (the way the Institute treats all synths) and yet he is very loyal. Is his loyalty coming from self hate and idolizing Father and the institute like he was taught, or is it coming from being forced to survive by learning to be emotionless and follow orders. 

Obviously as you gain his affinity, he starts showing emotions, humor, sass, loyalty and admiration towards the Sole Survivor, but it still remains unclear where he really stands. I wish they sort of cleared that out, the more you get to know him the more you find out if he was forced to be a courser, or he simply became one because he actually agrees with the institute - and can synths actually willingly and freely choose to agree with the institute since the pressure of getting “killed” always hangs above their heads if they show their sentience. And coursers get demonized by the Railroad too as if they willingly support the institute, even though there are runaway coursers that changed their minds. 

 X6 is actually wonderful, very intelligent and curious and overall he never feels like an emotionless machine at any point, but I just wish he was given more agency so we could see where he personally stands with the Institute the way the other three faction companions state their own personal feelings on the matter the higher your affinity is with them. 

I’m still thinking about the sheriff-kirk concept AU can we please make it A Thing

“Is it wrong to like…LIKE another person??” Dan said, leaning against the countertop. He was keeping Arin company while he did the dishes; didnt want to leave him there doing chores he honestly didnt NEED to do. (“The dishwasher is full and i really, REALLY dont want to leave any dishes in the sink until tomorrow morning”)

Arin wordlessly removed one of his earbuds, ear flicking in Dans general direction to try and hear him better.

“Say that again, ive got music playing too fucking loud to actually understand you over this running water.”

Dan stared at the pile of dishes in the sink, idly rubbing the dip of his gills along his neck. (‘Theyre getting kinda dry’ he thought)

“I was uhh, i was talking to Brian yesterday. Because you know, hes old-”

Arin snorted.

“- and hes been alive for awhile. So he tends to have alot of answers for things. But i think he falls a bit…short… on mortal…issues.”

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victorieschild  asked:

(Brazilian!Percy) Ok, a big one is his looks. Tan skin, dark hair, light eyes. Basically my entire family. From what I know, a large amount of us look like that because of the mixed heritages, mainly coming from the italians. (1/?)

(2/?) From experience, we are super loyal to family and friends. Like, we talk shit about them, sure! But when it comes down to it, there is not a single brazilian I know that would sell out there family. But we’re also super deceitful. Like, the amount of times my dad has tricked people into free beer is slightly surprising. Not to mention the way my mum talks about her “friends”. The only reason she talks to half of them is either because they’re good for business or she doesn’t want enemies.

(3/?) also, the fact that he doesn’t speak portuguese in the books can be pretty easily explained. Like, I think the reason that Sally is in America is because she couldn’t go to the uni she wanted to go to in Brazil. So after her uncle/grandpa died (what was it again?) she finally moved to study in the US, met Poseidon, had Percy. And as the daughter of immigrants, I know first hand how hard it is to learn about your culture or even your language in an English speaking country

(4/?) and generally, we usually aren’t very good at portuguese or sometimes can’t even speak it because a) English is prioritised b) we don’t get much exposure to it since only 2 countries speak it and c) it’s generally a difficult language. Like, I think he can probably understand most of it, even say some of it, but if he does, his accent is terrible and the few times he’s been to visit home, he’s been called a gringo and teased by family.  

(5/?) And lets be honest, everyone loves the beach. Like, half my family lives in the middle of São Paolo (state) and yet we still always used to got to Caraguatatuba for New Years every time me and my parents went home. Even here in Australia, we constantly seek out opportunities to go to beaches. idk if this is just my family, but I’m pretty sure being brazilian does bring, at least as a stereotype, love for the beach.

ok, first of all, it’s very interesting how you made your headcanon fit in the series. good job! and yes, brazilians are a very mixed, you’ll find all kind of people here, but the mayority of our population is black. althought percy does look like a brazilian, especially because the tan skin and connection with the beach. i think people dont know that a LOT of people here doesnt like the beach, i see it a lot in my city, actually - its a very cold city, so idk - but i absolutely LOVE IT and most part of my family and friends do too. even theres this big part that doesnt, i think most of brazilians love it cause we are so used to it ? like you said you go to the beach in new years eve and so do i! so does a lot of people, its kind of a tradition. so yes, this part of your hc its about right. and about his portuguese: i do agree. if sally was a brazilian and even if she taught him since he was little, portuguese is a language that is all about the accent. and i believe it is difficult, from what i hear. BUT theres not only two countries that speak portuguese!! in parts of africa they speak portuguese, too. and some other places that i honestly dont know the names :/ but yeah, just to make it clear. 

ok so, what kind of family would percy have here? cousins ? sally has no siblings, but maybe she does have cousins. i dont know about the rest of the world but here in brazil we are very connected to family like children of distant cousins are friends, and their kids will be friends, too. its not just parents, siblings and granparents. so i think thats the family percy would have here

about where his family is from: i knoooow he would fit well as a boy from rio. rio is beautiful, full of amazing beaches, nice tan people, joy and everything BUT it would be awesome if percy was from bahia! another BEAUTIFUL place in the northeast of brazil. people from there are really happy and joyful and friendly! i mean, im just giving you an idea, its your headcanon haha but you havent said anything about where his family was from, so 

i was just going throught sally’s wiki and realized something: sally’s mom was called laura. that’s a very common name here. maybe she met sally’s father when idk he was visiting the country? they fell in love and got married ? again juuust an idea haha

i would love brazilian!percy. or brazilian!piper OMG she wouldn’t be a cherokee but there’s lots of other tribes here. LOTS. omg that would’ve been amazing

Okay but holy fuck the recent episode of Game of Thrones ACTUALLY MADE ME SCARED FOR DANY’S LIFE… like watching season 3 to season 6.. i was like yeaah dany got this for real.. no way she’s gonna die.. we know she’s endgame

but the fact we’re at the 2nd to the last season and approaching the final season.. there is a chance DANY COULD BE KILLED ANY SECOND NOW.. and NOT EVEN JUST DANY.. LIKE NO ONE IS FUCKING SAFE and im literally shaking cause even those you think are gonna live are actuaLLY gonna die and it’s upsetting because you watched them all develop for 7 seasons and their demise and end seems to be near like seriously NO ONE IS FUCKING SAFE NOW.. and i know no one in this show is fucking safe cause they literally kill main casts or likely protagonists since the Red Wedding but honestly… you just dont know where this show is even gonna go from this point and just gotta brace for heartbreaking deaths

and yeah im hella nervous for the stark sisters as well.. whats even happening.. this episode got my stomach in a knot

anonymous asked:


these are my Favorite kinds of asks, but i’m gonna keep it to one trans headcanon that i have, because ya’ll have been sleeping on trans draco malfoy, i swear

he’s the kind of trans kid that knows he’s a boy, like, immediately, because he’s malfoy, of course he does. he’s an absolute poot, as per usual, but this time it’s justified – when he makes fits about people calling him missy, or heiress, his parents think it’s nothing much, just a bit unladylike. but, draco made sure to tell them, um, excuse me, yes, it’s very unladylike, because i’m not a damned lady!

he tells lucius and narcissa that he is indeed a boy and despite what many people may believe, i think they’d be ecstatic. a male heir??? yes! this is exactly what they’d wanted! so they dress up draco in new clothes (”the dresses are fine, those are new, why are you sending them off?” “boys don’t wear dresses, draco” “[cue the signature malfoy pout] but they’re more comfortable than trousers”) and introduce everyone to their son, draco lucius malfoy. draco picked the name, something cool and strong and lovely like mother (she giggled), and lucius, of course, switched the middle name of narcissa for his own. draco pitched a fit about that, too, the mama’s boy, but pureblood boys have certain expectations to live by. they weren’t much different than that of pureblood girls, though, he figured, so he would do just fine.

a lot of this headcanon of mine is taken just from the first scene in the books where he meets ron and harry (second time meeting harry? because it’s after the robe fittings) and ron laughs at his name and draco makes a face and sneers at him, taking much more offense than a usual eleven-year-old boy in a wizarding world where everyone has weird-ass names would…. like, that’s trans culture. i just decided that, it’s trans culture, and so is draco malfoy being an interesting and layered character. 

if im honest, the real reason i like trans draco is because he was my favorite character growing up and he was…. my first trans headcanon? before i even knew what trans was or that i was transgender, i had little thoughts of draco malfoy and astoria greengrass both being secretly “the opposite gender” but living as a man and a woman respectively because they were in their souls. honestly, i dont know how tf it took me so long to figure out i was trans, but at least i’ve always known one thing – there is no way draco malfoy is straight or cis. love that gay trans dude. hell yeah. 

he and astoria both are gay and trans and as much as they care for each other, their marriage is little else but a tradition that must be observed, as purebloods, and because they both wants a child, so they happily divorce after they have scorpius and remain quite friendly, doing the best they can for their baby boy.

i think that the hp fandom has mostly died but askjfskld i was raised on the stuff, so i can go on and on about this all day….. sorry this ended up being so long, my gods!! thank you for sending an ask, haha! - mj

anonymous asked:

I'm so excited that you're writing for Still Star Crossed and Rosvolio now! You're one of my favorite writers! Do you have any fics recs for Rosvolio to read while I wait for your next one?

so okay like im gonna be totally honest here i have been REALLY WARY about reading fics in this fandom, because tbh when i first kinda got into the idea of writing it, i poked around a bit and found out that a lot of the really “popular” fics in the fandom just have characterizations that i dont agree with.

 i mean like, really ooc, and feature character bashing, and so and ive kinda not been reading a lot of fic so i dont accidentally pick up on terrible characterization!!

which means i am totally lacking on recs for you

the main rec i can give you is this masterpiece by @rosalinesbenvolios aka the person to blame for getting me to write fic for this ship,  the longest infinity is the best fic out there in the fandom i swear, like forget my stuff go read this

im not biased, tbh

she’s just that amazing

but like, just know if you follow me, any fic i reblog is guaranteed to have good characterization, like im not about to go recommend you things that are bad or feature character bashing, so ?? i’d say check my ssc tag?? 

i’ll try to read more and give you some good recs

in the meantime here are some authors that i may have read little things from or just like ?? know to trust because theyre fandom awesome, even if we havent interacted a bunch ?? or maybe i just know them from leaving awesome tags/comments on my fics when they reblog so i trust them ?? but they write rosvolio and i trust them and you probably can too





@rosalinesbenvolios (even tho she was mentioned above she needs to be mentioned again tbh)

honestly like ?? go read what these people wrote because theyre awesome!

(and if you havent go read my fic? i posted a new one this morning??) (i am also always open for prompts??)

so yeah? sorry i dont have more recs anon

but thank you for the kind message, im gonna drop this in the ship tag and hopefully other people can help you!!

anonymous asked:

I dont understand myself sometimes... on one hand, I want to be fucking dominated by Sam/Dean/Cas and let them do what ever they want with me (preferably edging me for hours and maybe not even then letting me come). But on the other hand I'd fucking love to be able to suck their cocks and make them feel so much pleasure that they fucking whimper (having them whimper because of me is an amazing thing) so yeah... I dont know whats wrong with me :/ xxxx

There’s nothing wrong with you. Honestly, I feel like this is a totally natural and appropriate reaction to those men. I feel the same way. XOXO

anonymous asked:



they’re just about banned at my school cuz kids add noisemakers and razors and stuff on them and it’s so fucking annoying and distracting. i hate that stim toys are trends cuz NTs will just misuse them and get them banned. i do understand people that say “well they don’t question me now and i think that’s better than nothing”, but honestly… i’d rather get weird looks and rude comments than not have the stim toy available to me.

like… the worst part is the kids in my school that have spinners are all horrible people. they make fun of people with mental illnesses and they’re generally those horrible jocky, dudebro-y guys so idk why anyone would even care about acceptance from them.


k im super scared

Im only 17 and i only have one year to decide what to do with my life. As you can see…i draw??? kinda???? i dont know ?

And Im not good at anything else. But i have no idea to wich university i have to go in order to ….make a living out of ..drawing???? and I dont really know what i want to do. 

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Promises - RFA+V

Sorry if its not what you expected, I tried to do V as well as I could but i honestly dont know much about him other than hes a caring dad-friend lolol. But yeah if you guys have any more requests i’ll be happy to do them :)

  - when you bring it up he gets very excited
  - but also very nervous
  - he knows he probably wont get a girlfriend 
  - but you’re a v beautiful woman so he’s not so sure
  - he bragged about it to his LOLOL guild
  - he was very excited even though its a long way away

  - blushes  4 dayz
  - smiling a lot
  - shes not one for commitment but when it comes to you she couldnt help it
  - lowkey plans the wedding in her head
  - sees it more of a proposal than a promise
  - you find it really adorable
  - you might just marry her right there and then

  - highkey excited
  - does background checks on everyone that talks to you
  - buys rings prematurely 
  - brags in the chat about it
  -  you tell him to calm down, you might not even marry him
  - which makes him more protective of you

  - a little startled
  - doesn’t really say much on the topic
  - he thinks about it a lot
  - asks jaehee for advice but then ignores it
  - until the day arrives he was very stressed over it
  - but stress turns into excitement 

  - he brought it up
  - he thought it was the easiest way to ask you out without actually doing so
  - nevertheless when you promised he got very excited
  - jaehee said dating would interfere with his career but she didnt say anything about marriage
  - flowers every week
  - he might’ve actually died of excitement

  - thought about it for weeks on end before giving you an answer
  - ended up saying yes because he cared about you
  - after a few years he realized that he loved you so maybe the marriage thig would work out 
  - it did in the end
  - “why didnt i think of this sooner?”

thebookofmckinley  asked:

mendel has his own fashion sense and whizzer is honestly starting to get on his nerves and even though whizzer is like. 2000 feet tall (AND THE SKATES) mendel comes up to him one day after he makes fun of him and says "look, whizzer i can wear what i want, and i don't care what you think" but everyones just like. "oh mendel, we all know you secretly care about what everyone says" i dont know how to word this well but you get my point

wrerverv YEAh

I lean back in my chair and turn on my pc and take a sip of my water as the pc boots up

i close my eyes and sing lowly to myself as the desktop boots up

i open up the web and starts browsing around

after browsing for a bit i lean back in the chair and look up at ceiling

“Ben dear, come downstairs please” i heard yelling from downstairs, just as i had gotten comfortable as well..

i looked at my pc screen and and slowly got off my chair and trudged downstairs

“what ?”

“me and Catherine are going out to the mall”

“Okay ? Do you want me to come along or something?”

“Sorry dear, girls trip only, me and your sister only”

“fair enough…have fun” i said in a upbeat tone

“thank you hon, if i find something for you i might pick it up”

“like what ? you never buy me clothes and i dont think you have ever bought male clothing before”

“thats not true! i got you that…t-shirt that one time”

“it was a women’s V-neck! if you bought me something you’d just buy me a dress or something”

“oh poor you, if i bought you a dress you would love me”

“probably because you spend so much money i would just trade it back the next day and take the money” i grin at her

She pouts and looks at me “thats so rude but whatever”

“im just kidding mom…its fine”

“i know dear”

She smiled and gave me a hug as she left and locked the door behind her

i always kinda liked being home alone, its just so relaxing even if its only for a few hours

i scratched my hair and walked over to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water and began making a couple of sandwhiches

“what to pick…what do we got..ham…cheese…i guess that’ll work…”

i sigh and start making my rather lame sandwich and lies down on the sofa in front of the tv and turn it on

I take a bite of my bread since i cant really call it anything else and start surfing channels just to find something to watch but as usual its the same old boring stuff

Nothing new or interesting, its all just….meh

I take another bite and turn of the tv and grab the laptop lying on the edge of the sofa and turn it on

it takes a couple of minutes for it to turn on but when it does i start playing some music as i close my eyes and just try to focus on the music and nothing else

After just 15 minutes however i started to get kinda annoyed, i’d been listening to the same songs for years, i need to find something new…

i took another bite of my food and started just randomly browsing the web

“hmmm….” i keep on browsing but as usual there is really not much going on but whatever, at least its something i think to myself as i click into Ebay just to see whats for sale

After looking for an hour and coming up short i just put the laptop back and finished up my food and my glass of water and walked back upstairs as i noticed something on the floor

right outside the door to Tina’s bedroom…i mean my moms bedroom was a white pantie…just lying outside

i cringed when i saw it lying there but i opened the door to her room and got out her shoehorn and picked up the pantie with it and put it to wash

But for some reason i just walked back into Tina’s room and lied down on her bed

it was just so amazingly comfy! it was a huge double bed but she sleeps here all alone, i don’t get it but its a nice bed..

i get out my phone from my pocket and check for emails and messages but as usual nothing is new, some spam mail is all

“wow, 50% of all underwear at modern woman….why do i get crap like that sent to me!” i sighed in annoyance and deleted the spam mail and got up from my mom’s bed and walked over to my own room

The cold air in my room from the open window hits me like a brick as i run over and close it and wrap a blanket around myself

“damn it…i hate when i forget to close the window”

i walk over to my chair and sits down as i start up my computer again

it opens up just where i left it, in the middle of some kinda video

i clicked out of it and turned the pc off and walked back downstairs and put on my jacket and walked outside

i locked the door behind me and walked out into the cold white snow

it had snowed like crazy these past days but luckily it looked like it was stopping now

i spent several hours yesterday just shoveling snow away….that was fun

i got out my headset and plugged it to my phone as i slowly started to walk over to the grocery store down the street

“its so cold…” i said shivering even though i was wearing my winter jacket and gloves

it even felt like my hair was turning to ice

i walked over to the store and let out a sigh of relief as i entered the warm store

i picked out some food and something to drink and was just ready to pay as an old man with a cart full of items sneaks in front of me

“Hey…sorry” i say tapping him on the shoulder

“i just got these things…can i go first please?”

he looks at me with those glassy cold eyes and gives me a simple “no” and starts putting stuff on the counter

“damn it” i say lowly to myself as i just stand there waiting

i look around for a bit but nothing catches my eyes that is until someone walks inside the store

i notice her as she walks trough the doors, she has long brown hair, wearing a black coat and a pair of sunglasses…even though it was winter the sun did make all the snow pretty reflective..

But i keep looking at this woman, i have never seen her before in my life but she just walks over to the noticeboards, looks at them for a few minutes then puts up a a piece of paper and leaves the store

“Hey ? Sir ? your wares”

“oh” i snap back into reality and put my stuff on the counter and pays for it then puts them in a bag and walk over to the noticeboard to check what she put on it

i find the note and reads it to myself

“Feeling tired ? lacking ambitions and dreams ? Get a one hour free consultation today!” for some reason i write down the number and walk outside as i spot the woman again standing over by the sidewalk looking at her phone

“thats her…” i say as i walk over to her

“Hey Excuse me” i say looking at her

she turns around and looks at me

“Hey, can i help you ?”

“yeah i saw the notice, you’re some kinda…shrink ?”

“oh, you saw my note ? great! well, sorta, im a kinda…life-coach”

“Right, well…i would like to try it out”

“you would ? im afraid its women only but i guess i could….but…do you really want to try ?”

“sure, it sounds exciting”

“okay then, come to this place today in…one hour ? is that okay?” she says and hands me a small note

“that should be fine…im Ben by the way”

“Ben ?….thats weird but its nice to meet you Ben, im Cynthia” ‘she smiles at me

“but excuse me, i have to take a phone, meet me there in an hour okay?”

i nod as she picks up her phone and starts talking with someone

i start walking back home to drop of my stuff but as soon as i do that i walk right back outside and takes the buss into downtown and start walking over to the place where i was supposed to go

i walk inside the building and up a few stairs and take to the left as i enter into some kinda waiting room, there is no one there except me, not even a secretary

i walk over to an empty chair and sit down

i sit there for about 5 minutes til Cynthia walk out of the room and asks me to follow her

we walk into a nice room with several small fountains over the place

she leads me over to a chair and i sit down and look at her

“So, Ben, Welcome, my name is like said, Cynthia and i am sort of a life coach, i help people figure out their problems and help them move on”

“i thought life coach was some kinda trainer that helped you stay in shape and such?”

she just smiles and looks at me

“but you’re the first guy i’ve had here and since im not really allowed to write in a male name on my machine since i need to use a girl name, do you mind ?”

“huh ? no…i guess not, thats fine”

“okay great, what name do you want me to use?”

i just looked at her kinda confused “how about….Camilla ?`”

“Camilla ? sure” she smiles

“So, then Camilla, why are you here today?”

“uhm…just curiosity really, i saw the note and thought it would be fun”

“well, thats good”

she smiles and walks over to a small table on the other side of the room and grabs two bottles of drinks and hands one to me and takes a sip of one herself

“please take a drink, i’ve made them myself”

“okay” i say and take a taste…it has this weird…strawberry mixed with light coke taste to it…its passable


she nods and looks at me

“so then…”

“How old are you Ben ?”

“im 16…i turn 17 this year”

“oh ? when is your birthday ?”

“15'th may”

“okay” she smiles at me

she looks at me

“so…have you always had brown hair ?”

i look at her kinda taken back by the question

“huh ? yeah…i have, i dont really want to change it…like ever”

“Really ? so you dont want to ever change it ?”

“Nooope, never” i nod to myself as i say it

“so…have you ever used make-up or anything to change your apperance ?”

“what ? no ? im a guy, i dont use make-up”

“thats…not true, my husband uses make-up and alot of guys do”

“….i dont know”

“its true” she smiles at me

“well, even if it is, i think i would hate having it on, especially lipstick!”

“oh ? you dont like lipstick?”

“No, it looks all sticky and i hate having things on my lips, even lip balm”

she giggles gently “okay okay”

“so…how is your relationship with your mother ?”

“its good….she cares more about my older sister though”

“oh ?”

“yeah..she says its just a mother-daughter bond but i don’t know, not that i care that much”

“i see…does she resent you for being a man then ?”

“what ? no, i don’t think so, i honestly don’t think she cares”

“okay” she smiles again and fixes on her glasses

“Do you think she would care more if you were a girl then ?”

“i don’t know, i cant honestly tell, since i’m not a girl so i wouldn’t know”

“i know that but what do you think”

“i don’t know…maybe i guess”

“you think so ?”

“well, yeah i guess when you mention it, she is a feminist and all that, not that its a bad thing but it does feel like she is kinda putting me to the side just because of that”

“well, i am sure she has her reasons..” she says in a distant low voice

i nod slowly and just look at her as she stands up from her chair and looks at me

“let me try something, follow me Ben” she says and walks into another room

i follow her into the new room and looks around, the room is filled with clothes…mostly women’s clothing and a large bed as well as a chair

“what is this ?”

“just a little something i made but lets try this out” she says and walks outside and locks the door behind her

i look at the door with a confused look “Cynthia ? did you look the door ?”

i slowly walk over to it and call her name again “Cynthia ?’

i grabbed the handle and tried opening it up but sure enough, it was locked

’'Hey! open up!”

“Hey!!! open up!!”

i hear nothing on the other side and i walk over to the chair in the middle of the room and sits down and looks around

“what the hell is this crap ? let me out Cynthia!!”

i hear no reply so i just sigh and walk over to the bed and sits down on it and kick my feet against it

“damn it…”

i looked around the room again and i noticed something on the wall right by the door there was a huge TV mounted on the wall

it had a pink tint around it and only played what looks an all female band singing to a huge crowd, i couldn’t make out who it was but i just shrugged

i just sigh as i hear a voice “okay Ben, this room is going to help you…find yourself”

i get up from the bed and looks around and notice a speaker above the door

“let me out Cynthia!”

“not yet but you know why you are here, you are alone and no one else knows you are here, do it now while you have the chance”

“what do you mean ?!” i yell at her

“turn around and look at the bed Ben” she says as the speaker goes silent

i slowly turn around and looks at the bed and notice something

A pair of white panties lying there next to a white dress

“what ?”

“Don’t hide Ben, isn’t this what you want?”

I slowly walk over to the bed and looks at the clothing, the soft white panties and the beautiful dress

“You want me to dress up like a woman ?”

“No, i want you to be yourself”

“Be myself ? what do you mean ?”

she never replies but i keep looking at the panties for a good thirty seconds before i force my eyes away

i don’t know how long time i have been locked in here but…that’s not the issue right now

my issue is that those panties on the bed…they’re begging me to put them on…glide them up my legs…

“ngh…i…i want to put them on…” i say as i undress completely naked and slowly slide the panties up my legs and gently makes sure its in place

luckily my package isn’t that big so it doesn’t look to weird

i sit down on the bed and looks down at my white panties

they do feel kinda nice, just big enough and its a bit tight as well…just perfect

i stand back up and walk over to the mirror buildt into the wardrobe and looks at myself

of course i look utterly ridiculous and i reach my hands down and get ready to pull of the panties as i feel something

i try sliding of the panties but find myself unable to do so as i just walk back to the bed and lies down and looks up at the ceiling as this building feeling inside grows larger and larger

“What…aahhh…” i open my eyes up and scream loudly in pleasure as i can feel my manhood slowly receding back into my body or…rather…being replaced by something else

i slowly slide my finger down my stomach and open up the panties so i can take a look and what do i see but nothing at all

no manhood, nothing

i slowly move my fingers down around there as i feel something

something…entirely new

“oh my god!” i scream as i jump out of the bed and run over to the mirror

“i…i got…my pe….what….am…”

i look at my reflection again as i spot something lying on the floor next to the bed

a pair of white high heels

“high heels” i say quietly to myself and walk over to the shoes and slowly tries putting them on

they are several sizes to small but the more i try to force my feet into them i can see my feet slowly shrinking and slowly but surely fitting the heels just perfectly

i stand up and almost lose my balance and use the bed as support and slowly tries walking one more time

i have a hard time keeping balance but after walking around for a bit it all comes back to me, like its natural

“this is just getting better, i just love these shoes! so adorable!”

another thing i did notice was that my legs had gotten taller as well, i don’t know how much longer i just knew they had

But i knew right there as i stood on the floor looking over at the bed it was time to put on the dress

my heels clicked in the floor as i walked over to it and held it up against me

“…” i walk over to the mirror carrying the dress as i slowly put it on

i put my legs trough it and unzips the back as i lift it up my entire body and zip the zipper on the back all the way up

as with the shoes its to big but either the dress goes bigger or i shrink because in the end it fits perfectly

even my arms and hands turns slender, my fingernails grows longer and my arms turns so smooth and nice

i stand looking at myself as i slowly turn around

“I look…beautiful..”

And then i feel a little shock

“oh my god…what is…what is this…” i say to myself as i keep looking at my reflection in the mirror

for a second i think my eyes deceive me but…no…

“im…im growing breasts ?” i say to myself as i look in the reflection of the mirror to see my chest slowly growing

i can feel it in my entire body as each time they grow they send out this…just amazing feeling i cant describe

i let out a moan as it looks like my breasts stops growing

“oh my god…i…i got breasts…and they look amazing…”

i blush as i gently pokes them with my hands just to be sure i’m not dreaming

“they are real…i got breasts” i say to myself again as i notice my waist looking a lot more feminine even my hips and butt have grown considerably larger

but as i look in the mirror again i start to giggle

“oh my god, i look amazing! just need to fix this weird spot in my face then everything will be fine”

i smile and look around as i spot something in the wardrobe

it’s a huge box with a gold stripe across it

it looks pretty expensive so i walk over to the wardrobe and gets it out then put it on the bed

“what is this now?” i say curiously and open the box

the inside of the box is filled with make-up, perfume, and some brushes

“oh goodness…” i say as i grab the brush and walk back over to the mirror and slowly start brushing my messy brown hair

i slowly start brushing my hair and close my eyes as i hum an old song i haven’t heard in ages

with each stroke of the brush my hair grows longer and longer reaching down to my mid-back in the end

i open my eyes and look at my new hair

“maybe i should dye it…i kinda like brown but…i’m a new person, a new woman, i need to change it…and…” i smile and think back to Tina and Catherine who both have blonde hair

“yeah…blonde, just like my sis and my mom…”

i smile proudly to myself as i walk back over to the box again and get out a pair of instant blonde hair dye and slowly applies it to my hair

i let it sit in my hair for 20 minutes and start looking for something to wash the chemicals away with

i look around and i do notice a sink next to the wardrobe

it’s not really ideal but it works i think to myself as i wash out the chemicals on my hair

After washing it for about 5 minutes i walk back to the mirror to see my now new blonde hair

“it looks perfect! its just what i needed!” i smile to myself

and for some reason unbeknownst to me, my hair is now completely dry even though i washed it just moments ago

i then get out the brush again, a curling iron and a straightener

i grab the chair in the room and place it in front of the mirror as i again start to brush my hair and plug in the straightener

after letting it heat up for about 30 seconds i spray some anti heat spray over my hair and start to straighten it

i start to carefully straighten my hair

the hot straightener barely misses my ears as i glide it down my hair

i look over at the curling iron and decide that its enough to just straighten it

it takes about 15 minutes for me to get happy with the results but once i am i turn of the straightener and glide a finger trough my soft hair

“just amazing” i say to myself as i walk back to the box and look into it

“i guess its finally time for the make-up” i giggle to myself as i get out everything i need and put it next to me

i first put on a primer on my face and use a brush to make sure it gets all over my face

then i get the foundation makes sure it matches my skin and starts to gently apply it, i use a sponge to press it in then end with a buffer gently brushing my face

“hmm…oh yes!” i pick up a blush and gently applies it to my cheeks

after that is done i start working on my eyes and eyebrows

first i get out the eyebrow pencil and starts to draw on my eyebrows making sure both sides looks just the same

i then move onto the mascara and carefully applies it to my eye lashes

i finish it up with some dark eyes shadow just to give the boys a little extra

i then get out some expensive perfume and sprays it around me as i move onto the final thing

a bright red lipstick

i look at it with a weird disgust for some reason, like something is telling me to not put it on

for some reason i cant figure out why it is but after looking at the lipstick for a bit i just shrug it of and start to apply it
i start to apply the bright red lipstick on my lips and gently suck them in once im done i can feel my lips getting bigger and fuller, i then turn around and look at myself in the mirror once again

and back looking at me i see a woman

in a white dress, high heels and the face of a goddess

“i look amazing” i blush as i just look at my own reflection

i giggle and blow a kiss to the mirror but i do notice i look a bit naked

“maybe some jewelry would help” i say to myself and look back into the wardrobe

i pick up some earrings, a gold necklace and a bracelet

i put on the earrings and it looks like my ears are already pierced so they fit right into place

next is the bracelet that i just slide on my arm

then lastly its the necklace

a large silver necklace that matches my dress

i carefully put it around my neck and lock into place

“just perfect…wait ? my voice…” my voice had changed from the typical…old male me and now sounded like a woman’s voice…

i just smile at myself in front of the mirror as my hands move up to my breasts and i gently cup then

i wink at myself in the mirror and giggle again

“thats just what they want, Camilla, me and only me”

“a beautiful goddess in a totally different league but i guess if they are kind i might…entertain them”

i strike a few more poses in front of the mirror again

As i once again pose and look myself in the mirror i let a smile slide across my face

“so…Camilla…what do i want to work as…”

“i got an amazing body and it would be a shame to hide it in some desk job but i don’t want to be seen as a whore or a slut”

“i mean model is obvious but i hate the stress and besides, they don’t hire women like me, they just want some young tramp”

“hmmm…” i look around the room as i notice my old clothes, i walk slowly over to them and kneels down as i pick up my t-shirt with my fingers

“oh dear me, to think i wore something that looks like that….what the hell was i thinking…i look like freaking clown”

i kick the other clothes away with my heels and walk back to the mirror again

“just think Camilla” i said to myself

“maybe working in an office….i don’t know…something about it kinda appeals to me…”

i just shrugged and looked at my reflection as usual

i then hear the sound of a door opening and turns around to see Cynthia walking into the room carrying something under her arm

she smiles and looks at me

“my goodness, that is more like it, isn’t it Camilla ?”

“you have no idea” i say back to her

“i sort of do but lets not talk about that, today is about you”

“so, how are you feeling ?”

“im feeling fine, but…”


“i got all these memories, and they dont feel like me at all! it feels like they belong to someone else instead

’'oh well, that is obvious isn’t it ?”

“No, its not…”

“i guess if you say so” Cynthia smiles at her

“But Camilla, you aren’t entirely done here”

'oh ?“ i ask in a confused yet excited tone

’'follow me” she says as she leaves the room, me following her and stops in her office

it looks pretty standard except one thing

there is a mirror on the wall that shines with an odd light

“there it is”

“there is what ?”

“my mirror, or dream mirror as i call it”

“Anyone who walks trough it will get their perfect life”

i look at the mirror and slowly close my eyes as i imagine my perfect life

“my perfect life…”

“that’s right and trough that door that life waits for you if you want it Camilla”

i look at Cynthia standing there smiling at me and i take a deep breath and nod

“of course i do”

“then enter but once you do, you will gain new memories to fit with your new life and you will forget all about ever being…well, you were always a woman but those bad memories will be gone”

“oh…and one more thing, your family, friends wont remember you once you walk trough it, everyone you know will forget you and you will forget them”

“R-really?….Tina…Catherine…i’m…i’m going to miss them but this is my life and i need to…i need to do this…”

Cynthia smiles and nods “you are a brave woman Camilla, good luck in your new life”

I smile at her as i walk over and give her a nice long hug before i slowly walk towards the mirror

i touch my hand against it as my hand goes trough the mirror

“my new life…” i say to myself as i walk trough it

After i pass trough the mirror everything turns to black around me and i pass out

An unknown time later i wake up standing in a white unfurnished room

my head hurts a bit as new memories start to flood my mind one by one

i get new memories from my childhood all the way up to the woman i am today

A beautiful, confident, smart and woman who knows what she want

i start to think back and i remember my first day at school

i had short blonde hair, i was wearing a skirt and a pink top with the words “princess” on it…my mom was with me the whole day…

i remember eating lunch when this other girl came up to me…before too long we started to play and in the end we turned into pretty good friends

while i thought back on that i remembered my first crush

i was in sixth grade and a new student had just joined the class….his name was Mark

He had blonde hair, was pretty atlethic for a sixth grader and he had this masculine voice…

i kept stalking him all the time but i never had the courage to talk to him

and when i finally did…he said he already had a girlfriend…i remember being sad for weeks…

i sighed and started to think a few years ahead to the school prom

i wore this beautiful dress my mom had ordered….and i had a date! it was…what was his name ?….i think it was…Stan i think…

he wasnt the cutest guy in the class but he was so nice, he always took responsibility and were really grown up for his age…

i remembered we dancing and he kissed me on my lips at the end of the prom….then the next week he moved away…

“why am i thinking about all those things ? oh my god…im getting all nostalgic” i giggled lowly to myself as i remembered one last thing

my start on my adult life

A woman climbing the ladder in this male dominated world

i started out as a lowly secretary…people looked at me all day just because of the dress code

i remember yelling at the boss for being a dick to me, getting him fired

i slowly worked my way up the ladder and in the end, i was the one calling the orders

“thats right…i forgot to check my emails buuuut, i can do that another time”

“Because there is a world right outside my house and its begging me to see it in all its glory”

i smiled to myself as i slowly walked out of the empty room and out of the strange house as i stood on the sidewalk the sun shone down on me

my blonde hair shining in the sun as i looked around and saw the tall skyscrapers around me

“So, its friday, 15.00 and i am free the whole weekend, i think its time to show the world just what this woman can do’'i giggled to myself and started to walk


stiles imagine / as requested

S: “i am so sorry. Im so stupid, life has been so crazy lately and i honestly..i dont know what im doing right now. Im not smart. I didnt mean to hurt you like that and you dont deserve to get hurt. Even worse not by me, i swore i wouldnt hurt you and thats just what i did. I am so sorry. please just… i cant live without you.”

y/n: “yeah i used to believe that. Now i dont.”

you started to walk away but stiles grabbed your arm to stop you. Tears were streaming down his face and he had the most sad expression in his eyes.

S: “that okay. I understand why you dont trust me. But i do promise you i will do whatever it takes. I will ask and ask. I will never stop trying to make you forgive me. I love you and i always will.”

Dumb Kingsman doodles:

Fawn colored Dobie!Merlin!

Eggsy: FUCK! A big fuckin dog! Where the hell is Merlin!? Is this the dog he chose?
Roxy: …It is dressed like him…
Eggsy: …ehehe Yeah it is… looks like a an old wimp in those glasses…

Merlin: >:C //GROWLING.

Eggsy/Roxy: EEP!
Harry: … Merlin?

Merlin: :)!!! //jumps up and licks
Harry: Honestly I dont even want to know how this happened Merlin….
Eggsy: >:/ Whys he nice to only you…
Roxy: … you called him old… and a wimp…

…I was goin somewhere with this but it was late so I never finished and dont remember what was happening…

If youre curious and I know you are! Eggsy would be a Pitbull, Roxy would be an English Setter, and Harry would be a Flat Coat Retriever…
Merlins a Dobie because hes wearin a Dobie sweater… and Dobies in sweaters are cute. :’o and also Mark Strong looks like a Doberman…

OTP. Gazentine


Itd be more like… Gazelle the Professional….

Theyre fighting over whos got the cutest old nerd.
Which is dumb because all those old nerds are cute. :’y
They should pool their old nerds together…

:’u Merlin not liking the cold and bundles up… ((In Lord Blackwoods huge fur and leather long coat!!)) Harrys tryin to get it.

Hes mad cuz u didnt ask 2 cuddle and thats rude.
He appreciates the warmth probably.

anonymous asked:

ive been using a name for a long time now and i picked it with my so, us both using names we liked at the time. recently, though, ive started to like the name ollie along with some others and i honestly dont know if i should just keep going by my current name that im unsure with or change it to something else. i think the biggest issue i have with my current name is it isnt masculine enough as ive still been mistaken online with no photos or anything for female with this name

Hey there! You can try out a new name (or names) for aehile and then decide what you want to go by. Even if just your so calls you a new name to test it out it might help. But yeah, there is nothing wrong with changing your name multiple times.