Keith Kogan: A Portrayal of Homosexuality Done Right
I always tell people that Voltron is a lot more clever than it gets credit for. It can spin a cliche/trope on it’s head beautifully, and while all the characters are easily digestible archetypes (i.e: the nerd, the loner), the creators add layers to them that not only make them feel like real people, but also makes social commentary on those very archetypes.
In no better way do they do this than with the character of Keith.
Before I get into how and why Keith deviates from you’re typical gay male protagonist, I want to establish as a fact that Keith is homosexual.
If you don’t see - what I consider to be - blatant evidence that Keith’s gay, well, I can’t say I blame you. Most people have ingrained heteronormative lenses, meaning they’ll miss the subtext of homosexual characters. Us in the LGBT community are much more attuned to seeing these because, well, for one, we’re queer, and two, because up until around the 1960s, the portrayal of gay characters in the media was illegal and could only be shown subtextually.
So it makes sense that people overlook the very nuanced portrayal of Keith’s sexuality, but if you’re willing to take off those lenses, it’s certainly there.
The first standout appearance of this is in season 1 episode 6: Taking Flight. Or as I like to call it, the day the shows name officially changed to Gaytron: Legendary Homosexuals
I think one of the disconnects for some viewers is that they don’t completely grasp the saying, “Show don’t tell,” the mantra of pretty much every writer. Not always, but typically, showing is better than telling. Or more accurately, telling needs to be used at the correct times and for the right reasons.
So how do they show us that Keith’s gay in this episode? Through three things, body language, actions, and juxtaposition.
You don’t have to be a body language specialist to understand the clear meaning behind Keith’s posture. Leaning, looking someone up and down, and a small, lingering smile/smirk are all subconscious signs of attraction. They’re also common ways of depicting male attraction in the media.
Speaking of depicting male attraction, lets look at how Lance’s flirts in the same episode.
Leaning. Check. Lingering smile. Check. Engaged eye contact. Check. The biggest difference is how blatant they are in their intentions, but that comes down to pure character difference. Keith is self assured and more genuinely confident. He also has a lot of walls up and isn’t so open. While Lance puts on a show/over compensates so that he might appear cool. You can also see this in their respective ‘I’m-checking-you-out’ postures. Lance’s body is open, he’s engaged and his eyes are on Nyma’s eyes. While Keith’s posture is interested, but more in an appreciative way. His body is closed off, and instead of looking Rolo in the eyes, he looks at his - um - physique. This is really fitting for Keith’s character, who again, has walls, and who also puts this mission first, and most likely has no intention of letting this attraction lead to anything other than having a nice piece of eye candy around for a couple of hours.
This is textbook juxtaposition. So moving along now.
I don’t want this to be a shippy post, so I won’t add all the times I think Keith shows attraction towards Lance, but I do want to mention this scene.
The use of the rainbow(the most recognizable symbol in the gay community) over lapping the bi flag colors is relevant for the same reason why the use of purple to symbolize the Galra is relevant. Purple represents royalty, imperialism, but also gloom and danger. The use of these colors and symbols are conscious choices.
While the above scene shows that Keith is attracted to men, this scene shows that Keith is also not attracted to woman.
What I love about this scene is that it’s such a cliche, and like I said up above, Voltron is good at turning those on their head. Here they utilize the tiered and true trope of accidentally falling into each others arms. If this was a hetero-centric Romcom than this moment would’ve been obviously meant to establish attraction, but instead, it does the opposite. Rather Keith personally likes Allura or not, she’s a knock out. So, if he’s attracted to women at all, and isn’t use to having that contact- which hes not - he should be at least somewhat shocked/flustered. If it had been an attractive guy that fell into Keith’s arms, I have no doubt that his reactions would be something beyond that blank stare. Considering he literally gasps every time Lance touches him
The last piece of “evidence” I want to show isn’t as blatant and may just be my perspective, but it’s worth mentioning.
The themes of Keith’s Galra arc are very reminiscent to coming out. He’s discovering parts of himself. He’s internalizing and hiding away said parts. He’s scared of what the people he cares about will think of him when they find out. If this is intentional, it’s brilliant, because while Voltron is set in a futurist world where sexuality is supposedly not an Issue, it still is for the youth of today. Meaning by having these similar themes, Keith becomes more relatable to LGBT people.
This is the part where, if you still don’t think Keith’s gay, I’ll have to calmly yet firmly ask you to get off my fucking lawn. For the rest of you, onward to victory!!!
LGBT individuals have a history of being badly represented in the media, especially now that gay characters have become a marketing strategy for a more progressive consumer base. Their whole character is often reduced to stereotypes or used as a giant walking gay pride flag that reads: look at us, we’re hip and with the times. Meaning, the majority of these characters plots and personalities are based solely on their sexuality. Which is a problem, because not only does it not help to normalize homosexuality, but it’s just not relatable to LGBT people.
I’ll give you an example. My mom’s a lesbian. She married to a woman and has two daughters, one who is trans and one who is bi. But despite how “gay"her life may seem, she very rarely describes herself as that way. She’s not active in LGBT issues. She doesn’t involve herself in the community. Shes not lesbian first and everything else afterward, and she is certainly not alone in that experience. Don’t get me wrong, LGBT individuals are more aware of their sexuality than cishet people, but it’s typically only because others point it out and remind us that its not "normal.” Still, for a lot of LGBT people, our sexuality is just one part of our personal narrative, not the whole damn book.
Another problem with LGBT representations is that their often just built off of stereotypes. Gay men are feminized and their sexuality is typically made the butt of a joke. They are shown as being promiscuous and having commitment issues. These are the standards.
But Keith abolishes all of those, and in such a seamless way too.
While Keith’s character is in no way excessively macho, he’s certainly not feminine either. He doesn’t mind getting sweaty. He’s temperamental and has anger issue. He lived a pretty low maintenance life in a desert shack, sleeps in his jeans like a heathen, and probably uses a dagger to peel oranges. Keith is a masculine character. He’s confident and self assured, but not vain. He’s emotional, but in a very private way. Whereas many other portrayal of gay men depict them as almost theatrically sensitive, confident, but only in their sexual prowess, and self absorbed, but only when it come to their looks and not when it comes to their skills.
This is already an impressive deviation, but what really makes Keith’s portrayal stand out is the way his sexuality is but a mere footnote in what makes his character his character, and how that fits into his personality and story arc so well.
The first thing you have to realize about Keith is that, while he certainly wants to connect with people, it’s not his number one priority. He has barriers. He fears rejection, and despite wanting to feel as if he belongs, its not hard to see how Keith has been conditioned to assume he’ll inevitability be left behind, and therefore places personal relationships low on his list of priorities. Meaning, yes, he was checking out Rolo, and yes, I believe that he’s veryvery fond of Lance, but I can’t imagine that Keith really sees these relationships becoming something substantial or romantic, and thus doesn’t put too much effort into perusing them. You can really tell what’s important to a character by what they focus their time on. Take Lance for instance, he’s a character who blatantly cares about friendships and has no problem openly flirting. That’s not to say Lance doesn’t care about the war, just like Keith’s reluctance to pursue meaningful bonds doesn’t mean he doesn’t want them. It just means that relationships and love obviously mean a lot to Lance.
So what does Keith focus on? Well, he shows the most focus on relationships in season one, when the connections he had with his makeshift family was the post pressing thing going on. (You cant really form Voltron if you don’t connect with the other members) But after season one, with all the changes Keith goes through, we see a big shift in his priorities. First he finds out about his heritage, then Shiro disappears and he is thrust into leadership, and then most recently, he joins the Blade.
By framing Keith’s character like this, it allows the creators to make his sexuality natural and relatable in a very interesting way. Because as LGBT people know, our sexuality isn’t the most important part of our lives. Just like Keith, we have more to focus on.
That’s not to say that his sexuality will never be shown explicitly. Like I said, I don’t want to get too shippy, but I truly believe that Laith is endgame. So if and when that happens, his sexuality will naturally come into play. Sadly, their will be a lot of people who call it forced because they missed the subtext and are use to seeing gay characters depicted more as spectacles than real people.
Voltron has really done something special here. They’ve create a universe where sexuality isn’t an issue, and they make it believable by never bringing it up outside of naturally occurring, unforced, appropriate context. Even better, because the Voltron universe is so vastly different than our own, it would’ve been easy to make LGBT characters that we couldn’t relate to, but they don’t. They manage this so well that I honestly can’t phantom Keith’s sexuality being anything but homosexual despite the fact it’s never been explicitly shown.
But most importantly, they’re creating a higher standard for LGBT representation. They are normalizing it on a show aimed towards children who are heavily influenced by the media they consume.
Personal headcanon Derek Hale uses an almond milk and honey blend moisturiser for his hands because the lady in the mall told him it was “guaranteed to make you feel special”.
Derek felt guilty buying it. He has no right to own something this nice but he uses it anyway. He loves the way it makes his skin feel; how soft his hands are with it and the wonderful, heavenly smell it gives off.
He never wears it around the pack but it’s just his luck the one day he decides to go all out and pamper himself with it - lotioning himself up from head to toe - Stiles is practically breaking down his door, insisting he’s had “the biggest breakthrough you’ve ever seen, Derek” on the current Selkie case.
Derek is just thankful Stiles has a human nose when he’s forced to let him in but that doesn’t mean Stiles isn’t going to notice: this is Stiles, after all. He doesn’t need a werewolf nose to be the most observant one in the room. Derek thinks about jumping in the shower and scrubbing away as much of the moisturiser he can but he feels so good and it isn’t fair he has to wash off his special treat just because Stiles chose to show up uninvited at nine in the freakin’ morning.
So he braves it. Meets Stiles at the door and glares the moment Stiles opens his mouth to make a comment. Derek’s aware he’s blushing and he crosses his arms, scowling. So what? he wants to say, but the guilt is eating him alive, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to hear Stiles ask why Derek is having a spa day. He doesn’t want to hear a goddamn thing.
Derek is certain Stiles spends the entire two hours he’s at the loft holding back joke after joke - Derek is surprised he manages to hold back any comment that pops into his ridiculous head at all - but as he goes to leave, Stiles only looks at him, a determined look in his eyes as he says, “you deserve good things, you know.”
Derek spends an entire week not knowing what to do with that.
It all comes to a head when he opens his bedroom door the following Saturday, only to see a gift basket at his feet. At first, Derek goes on high alert. Someone broke into his home and he didn’t notice. Is he sick? It’s only when he sees the card, clearly in Stiles’ hand writing, that he relaxes (pointedly ignoring the fact the only reason Stiles could have managed to break in without waking Derek up is because Derek, and every one of his heightened senses, trusts him completely. The thought is utterly terrifying.)
Derek, the card reads, I thought you might like these. Your friendly neighbourhood skin-care hero, Stiles.
Derek begins to roll his eyes but there is no one around, so he smiles instead. Inside the basket are five different scented body butters. One is labelled ‘milkshake’ which makes Derek shake his head and grin further because of course Stiles picked up a body butter called ‘milkshake’. Derek is just surprised he didn’t manage to find one that smelled of curly fries too. Placing all the items carefully in his bathroom cabinet, he reads the card once more and stashes the basket under his bed, leaving the card inside.
Four days later, he calls Stiles up and asks him if he wants to come over and watch a movie. The Selkie problem has officially been dealt with and Derek can’t deny he wants to see Stiles. He always wants to see Stiles (and isn’t that thought even more terrifying than the last one).
It takes Sties exactly six minutes to notice which scent Derek is wearing - the milkshake one (which Derek will admit to himself he did on purpose) - and if Stiles spends the whole movie with his face pressed to Derek’s neck because “milkshakes are my weakness, dude, you can’t judge me!” Derek is definitely not going to complain. Especially when Stiles takes his hand half an hour later and blames it on the fact it would be “a crime not to hold someone’s hand when it’s this soft!”
When the credits begin to roll, his stomach churning, Derek turns to face Stiles and plans to prove just how soft his hands can be, gently placing them on each side of Stiles’ face.
“Derek, what are you-” Stiles begins to ask, just as Derek slowly leans in to him.
“I’m about to kiss the guy of my fucking dreams,” he says, a little too honestly. He raises an eyebrow. “Problem?”
Stiles grins. “None whatsoever,” he whispers, shaking his head and laughing nervously - it’s adorable - as Derek closes the remaining space between them.
“Hi, Harry!” Hermione said brightly as she slid into the seat across from Harry at his table in the library.
“Hey, ‘Mione,” Harry responded absently, not breaking his gaze away from where Draco Malfoy sat, a few tables over. His Transfiguration essay lay forgotten on the table in front of him. Hermione rolled her eyes when she noticed that Harry had only written down two sentences.
“Listen, Harry, I was wondering if you could help me with some of my homework,” Hermione put forth.
Harry didn’t bother to reply this time. He probably wasn’t even listening, as he was far too distracted watching Draco saunter out of the library.
Harry abruptly turned his head to face Hermione.
“Oh, did you say something? Sorry, I was…” Harry paused and blushed an intense shade of puce. “Daydreaming,” he finished quickly and coughed. “What were you saying?”
Hermione shook her head in amusement at Harry’s obvious crush on Draco.
“I asked if you’d like to help me with an assignment for my Ancient Studies class,” Hermione said and Harry gasped.
“Hermione Granger is asking Harry Potter for help with an assignment? I never thought this day would come. Well, go on. What is it you need my brilliant mind for?”
Hermione chuckled and answered, “Lately we’ve been studying ways to invent new spells with theories and techniques from Ancient Magic. This assignment was to create a spell that would make an emotion sentient. For example, you could cast a spell to make someone’s anger sentient and a fireball or something would show up and lead the person to things that made them angry. Anyways, I need you to be a test subject for my spell.”
Harry frowned. “So you don’t need my brilliant mind after all.” Then he asked, “Why isn’t Ron your test subject?”
“Oh, Ron’s too busy.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Doing what? Last I saw him, he was playing Wizard’s Poker with Dean and Seamus.”
“He’s busy now. Helping Ginny with Quidditch strategies for the match next week.”
“Funny. I wouldn’t think Ginny would need any help-”
Hermione cut him off by clearing her throat loudly. “The point is, I’m in need of a test subject and you’re available. Are you willing to help me?”
“Sure, I guess. Which emotion did you decide to do?” Harry said.
Harry suddenly looked very nervous. “What kind of love?”
Hermione shrugged. “I was aiming for romantic love, but the spell’s a work in progress. Could turn out to be any kind of love.”
Hi! What secrets of Adulting have you managed to pick up? How do you adult I am a year older than you (I think) but I still can't convince myself not to eat ice cream for breakfast or find a job that will pay me a living wage, like even my cat judges me. Your cat seems cool? Help! Also I too am drunk, thanks autocorrect!,
OH GOD I DON’T KNOW. I’m not very good at adulting in private–I haven’t cleaned a single thing in my house (dishes, laundry, floors, w/e) in a terrifyingly long time, and I had french fries and gin for “dinner” (it was at happy hour, I ate at happy hour.)
I CAN convincingly portray an adult to the outside world, however. Here are my tricks, such as they are:
-Adulthood is a performance, so work on your stagecraft. Get some make up that suits you, and learn to quickly apply it with a minimum of fuss. If you can afford it, have the nice people at Sephora match a foundation and a cover up to your skin. That plus some basic eyeliner gets people who are younger than you to believe you are a Put Together Grown Up, and people who are older than you to believe you are a Responsible Young Person. It’s sexism at work, but it makes a difference. I think people interpret it as the facial equivalent of having neat handwriting.
-If you’re gonna be a lazy and self-sabotaging asshole, figure out how to do that without getting in your own way (too much.) I am the LAZIEST ASSHOLE, and I make my life far more complicated and disgusting than it needs to be as a direct result of that–but I let myself fuck things up in private. I fuck things up for myself, not for other people. It sucks for ME if my kitchen is filthy. My work, however, gets done on time. Prioritize your laziness. I can’t not do my work because I want to lie on the couch and watch Jane the Virgin. I CAN refuse to do my dishes because I want to lie on the couch and watch Jane the Virgin. Decide what nonessential system you’re gonna sabotage, and deliberately sabotage that instead of waiting around to see if this time you’re gonna fuck up the life support. (This is obviously a stopgap for if you absolutely, pathologically, for some reason, NEED to be a lazy, self-sabotaging asshole. as I apparently do. If you have the option of NOT being a lazy, self-sabotaging asshole, DO THAT INSTEAD.)
-in a related story, the only time I have consistently had a clean and comfortable living situation was when I lived with someone else, and therefore being a lazy asshole at home would fuck things up for more than just me. If shame motivates you, FINE. USE IT.
-Smile at people and say hello. People like it when you smile at them and say hello. If you can remember their name, say their name. I do not have this instinct even a LITTLE–I have deliberately trained myself to do it in professional contexts. I think it helps.
-Faking it IS making it. The other day I was like “UGH, IT IS GOING TO BE SO CLEAR THAT I’M A LAZY IDIOT WHO DOESN’T CARE ABOUT [THING] IN THIS MEETING, AND EVERYONE WILL DESPISE ME AND SEE ME FOR THE FRAUD I AM,” and then I was like “HOW CAN I GIVE A CONVINCING PERFORMANCE OF A PERSON WHO RADIATES WARMTH, EFFICIENCY, AND EXPERTISE DURING THIS MEETING?”, and then I googled a couple things and jotted down some notes and considered a couple things, and by the time the meeting came around I was not just giving an effective performance of a person who was prepared, I was ACTUALLY prepared.
-People tend to think your life is together if your outfits are together. This is also sexism. It still works. Do your best to make sure your outfits are clean and neat. Doesn’t mean they have to be boring. Just clean and neat. My apartment is in a SHAMBLES atm, but I leave the house dressed for the part of Responsible Adult.
i have no idea if any of this will help, but it’s what I got. You have a cat, and cats are good, although they are also sometimes judgmental! It’s okay for your cat to know you are a mess. It’s okay for YOU to believe you’re a mess. Just try and put on a convincing show for other people.
I care about you so much.” he said as barely as a whisper. As if these words were clinging to his lungs. “But…but maybe you couldn’t see it. Even feel it.” he smiled lightly while his eyes showed what he truly wanted to mean. He looked at her for a minute more, trying to trace any loving emotions from her face. But all he can see was the only person who made him feel this way. Who made him feel so weak and strong at the same time. “I don’t know the real reason, but I realized then— that you are waiting for someone else to love you. That even if I tried everything for you to notice me, if it’s not him and if it’s not his presence, you will…you will…never…ever…see…me.
It was terrifying how much could change in a year. To think that just a few short weeks could change everything about you was daunting, but true. When you had left life felt like torture, like everywhere you looked there was something waiting to mock you. You were broken, your heart all but ashes when you boarded the first flight away, but you knew it was what you needed to do. You needed time away from it all to figure out what you wanted, to figure out who you were without all of the things you’d grown so used to. It was hard, leaving it all behind, like you just gave away a piece of yourself with no plans of ever getting it back.
Loving Byun Baekhyun was hard, but letting that love go, was harder.
The title in general means “Luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for”. When this term is appended with love it brings many other elements such as destiny and happiness. The things that the lyrics of the song described well
I will invite you to read this analysis where all the main elements about it are explained HERE
DNA is the carrier of genetic information. But how is attached to “LOVE”? There is something called The Neurobiology of Love. Doctor Larry Young, for instance, believes there is a biological basis for love. He says “So many people ask is there a chemical or genetic basis to human love, and I certainly believe there is. I’m very confident that emotions such as love are really the byproduct of chemical reactions that happen in our brain where certain neurotransmitter molecules activating receptors in certain brain circuits that activate an emotional feeling. One of those emotional feelings that we know to be very human is love. Love happens between partners, but also between parents and their offspring, offspring and their parents and I think that there’s surely a biological mechanism to that.” Thus love and DNA are very related.
DNA aside from meaning DeoxyriboNucleic Acid can be the abbreviation to many: Does Not Apply, Do Not Accept, Do Not Answer, Do Not Adjust, Daytime Nighttime Anytime, Don’t Need Advice … So be it if BTS will use it as it is and develop a poetic meaning to it or use an abbreviation, only time will tell us.
Best Of Me
This is a song where BTS collab with the Chainsmokers. The title is quite self-explanatory as some loved ones can bring the best out of us.
보조개 = Dimple
Dimple is the most beautiful human flaw. They are rare and can bring a charm to their owner. So just like beautiful eyes or a warm smile, dimples can be the reason you start finding someone attractive and eventually fall for them.
The Pied Piper of Hamelin or the Rat-Catcher of Hamelin) is the title character of a legend from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany in 1934. The legend dates back to the Middle Ages, the earliest references describing a piper, dressed in multicolored clothing, who was a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizens refuse to pay for this service, he retaliates by using his instrument’s magical power on their children, leading them away as he had the rats.
There are many contradictory theories about the Pied Piper. Some suggest he was a symbol of hope to the people of Hamelin, which had been attacked by plague; he drove the rats from Hamelin, saving the people from the epidemic. Others suggest that children died of some natural causes such as disease or starvation and that the Piper was a symbolic figure of Death.
But what is the relationship between a Pied Piper and a theme such as “LOVE”. This man was a loving character who was willing to help the city and its owner but his feeling turned into hate when the society he was in was ungrateful towards his work.
Pied Piper serves many metaphors according to Merriam-Webster, and truthfully they all describe BTS:
a charismatic person who attracts followers
a musician who attracts mass
It’s pretty known that Bangtan do not follow the kpop trends but are ahead of them. Thus, the song may probably talk about how BTS are now trend setters. They may also talk about how they became global during this year. There are many theories that can go with this song.
Skit: Billboard Music Awards speech
Get ready to cry loads or laugh out loud, it’s either one of the two extremities with BTS skits. They may introduce how they ended up deciding to drop a clue about their comeback in such a big award ceremony. Rapmon clearly said during the speech “LOVE YOURSELF”.
Mic Drop may be just a catchy phare many uses but it has more history than you think. A mic drop is a gesture of intentionally dropping one's microphone at the end of a performance or speech to signal triumph. Figuratively, it is an expression of triumph for a successful event and indicates a boastful attitude toward one’s own performance.The gesture dates to the 1980s when it was used by rappers and comedians. Performers from both groups can engage in confrontational performance styles - rappers may participate in rap battles, comedians may interact with a heckler in the audience - and dropping the microphone after a particularly effective line indicated complete confidence in the opponent’s inability to come back with anything that would be worthy of a response. An early occurrence was Eddie Murphy in 1983 in his standup show Delirious.
BTS worked hard this year and had arms full of praises and exploits, coming with a song where they sing about it is only natural. It’s also a way to show the ones who doubted them that they are the ones who got the final word. This song will sure have more rap than the others.
고민보다 go = before worrying, go or go rather than worry
BTS are known to speak up to the youth and their struggles, their mission never changed since the start to give hope. Including a song that helps the ones fighting is also a natural move coming from BTS.
This album will help introduce another one coming by 2018. We may finally know who is that “HER” that got us all stressed this past month or we may end up with an answer that will lead to another question.
+TWO Hidden Tracks
*Insert many “??????” and “!!!!!!!!!”* All we know is that one of them is a song made by Rap monster.
Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)
word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)
“You sure you’re not in any pain Peter? I can always go get
the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was
getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.
“No, I’m fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn’t
even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.
“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.
Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down.
You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would
take x rays and apply his cast.
“Are you sure you don’t want Aunt May in here instead?” your
hand interlacing with his.
“No, don’t think she would be able to handle this,” trying
his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.
Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a
better choice, because he couldn’t he wasn’t sure he could trust himself once
the anesthesia kicks in. He’s seen the videos of people admitting some personal
secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he
wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.
You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade,
somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have
willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles
made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything
about you just sent his body on overdrive.
“Thanks (y/n),” you
don’t know how much you mean to me. That’s what he wanted to admit but he
doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the
“I’d do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up
your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.
It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what’s worse
is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s
voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He
would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.
“(y/n), there’s something that I should tell you…,” feeling
like this was the best moment to tell you.
You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.
Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t)
So, I’m obsessed with the whole idea that Peter is Tony’s unofficial son and it’s only supported by Tony’s appearance in Spider-Man Homecoming, so I came up with this series, which is in the works and also posted on my AO3 account. If you like it or have any suggestions as to where I should take this, please don’t hesitate to let me know! Also, forgive any spelling errors or mistakes, I finished this at three in the morning one night and I was too lazy to go back and fix them. Enjoy!
Tony swore when he was twelve years old that he would never be a father. He remembered that moment clearly, like it had just happened a day ago, not well over thirty years ago. He was in his room, his father still screaming in a drunken rage at his mother over something Tony did, his anger and disappointment following Tony down the hallway of their New York penthouse apartment. He remembered sitting on the cold tile floor of his room, head rest against the heavy wooden door that was doing nothing to muffle his father’s harsh words.
His father was angry, Tony had gotten kicked out of his third private school on the East Coast, the letter expulsion still clutched in his father’s harsh grasp. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen his father this furious before and Tony knew that the only thing that saved him from taking a glass full of scotch to the face was his mother’s presence in the room. Maria Stark might’ve been docile about a lot of things, but Howard taking his rage out on Tony physically, that would never fly in this house hold.
Tears of anger and embarrassment welled in Tony’s eyes and he wiped them away furiously, refusing to waste anymore energy on that man that he was forced to acknowledge as his father. No matter what Tony did, it was never enough to please Howard Stark. He made his first prototype of an arch reactor at the age of six, Howard wanted it by age five. Tony skipped three grades, Howard wanted him to skip four. Tony, despite his age, was offered a spot at MIT and if Howard had it his way? He would’ve been there a year ago. No matter how much Tony achieved, how many goals he surpassed, he always came up short in Howard’s eyes. Being the constant source of Howard’s disappointment and ire made Tony wonder if he would ever succeed in his father’s eyes, if his dad would ever clap him on the back and say “I’m proud of you, son.”
He wondered, some nights, when he’d lie awake in his too big bed in his too big room in his too big house, if his father had ever wanted children, had wanted Tony.
The thought crossed his mid countless of times, until it latched onto his cerebral cortex and sat there, like the worst form of cancer that had no possible cure.
And while Tony sat there, head resting tiredly against the warm wood, Howard’s voice still echoing down the long hallway, that cancer spread until it proved fatal.
He never wanted his children to feel like this.
A complete and utter failure.
Tony was self-aware enough to know that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, that human nature was a pattern and patterns were destined to repeat themselves, without fail. Anger and rage and disappointment were the only form of affection Tony was used to getting to his father. His father was a cold man, always keeping Tony at a distance that no matter how hard he tried, Tony could never quite breach.
And Tony knew, no matter how hard he tried, he would always end up like his father.
Peter Parker came into his life unexpectedly and despite popular opinion, unplanned. He’d been keep tabs on the Spider-Kid since the kid popped up on his radar a few months ago, clad in that god awful homemade leotard/hoodie contraption and flying around Queens on his webs with all the grace of a child learning to walk for the first time. Tony never planned to actually meet the kid behind the mask or reaching out to the flying kid in his homemade costume, but when the Avengers disbanded and the only family Tony had ever known was decreasing in numbers, he needed back up.
Looking back, his intentions were purely selfish and it shamed him to admit, when he dropped the kid back off in his sketchy neighborhood in Queens with the new suit he’d made him, he never had any intention of keeping in contact with the kid.
To absolve himself from the guilt, he appointed Happy as his chaperone and threw himself into creating new legs for Rhodey, another way to attempting to soothe ache of guilt that had settled along with the shrapnel, in his battered heart.
He underestimated Peter, who was pushy and persistent and finally, after three months, Happy threw his phone at Tony and told him to call the kid. That night, Tony, with a glass of scotch in hand, filtered through the hundreds of voicemails Peter had left Happy—anecdotes of his daily patrols, everything from helping old ladies cross the street, stopping bike thieves to getting cats out of trees. Each story was told with excruciating detail, in that excited ramble the kid got whenever he was particularly enthused about something and warmth settled around Tony’s heart, fond amusement making his lips curl into his first genuine smile in months.
It took Tony another week to reach out to the kid, but he did and that’s how he found himself, in one of his more flashier cars, sitting outside of Peter’s school. He ignored the gawking, the stunned stares and the whispers of the students filtering out of the school, his eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on a familiar head of messy hair.
Peter was talking excitedly to the chubby, dark haired Asian kid by his side, who was nodding along to everything Peter said with a look of pure wonder on his face and Tony wondered briefly if his little friend knew that his BFF moonlighted as a super-hero in spandex at night.
Another kid appeared by Peter’s side and Tony watched as Peter visibly tensed and tried to skirt around the kid, but the kid threw a hand out and stopped Peter in his tracks.
The cocky grin that appeared on the kid’s face was all too familiar to Tony and before he could even second guess himself, he was out of his car and walking towards the three boys, ignoring the murmurs coming from the crowd.
“—when are you gonna stop lying about your internship with Tony Stark, Penis Parker? There’s no way someone like Tony Stark would ever take on a charity case like you—“
Peter looked up when he heard the murmuring crowd fall to a hush and his gaze landed on Tony.The amount of surprise in the kid’s features made Tony’s gut clench that in no way had to do with the greasy cheeseburger he ate on the way over here.
“M-Mr. Stark, what, uh, what are you doing here?” Peter stammered, flicking his gaze back to would be bully in front of him.
“Yeah, Parker, like I’m gonna fall for that—“
“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Tony interrupted, smirking in satisfaction when the kid that was giving Peter a hard time, froze, turning his disbelieving eyes on to Tony.
“Y-You-You’re Tony Stark.” He said faintly, his voice shaking.
Tony smirked, “Astute observation and you are?”
The kid gulped, his adams apple bobbing harshly, “F-Flash Thompson.”
“Makes sense,” Tony said with a nod of his head, looking the kid up and down, “I’d bully someone too, if my parents named me after the lamest superhero to ever grace the pages of a comic book, overcompensation and all that,” Tony said thoughtfully, “especially with your perceived fixation on the male genitalia. Tell me, did it take you a while to come up with something that juvenile or did you have someone equally as childish think it up for you? Because I would think someone with—and I’m assuming here, so correct me if my deductive reasoning skills are off—a high level of intelligence would come up with something a little bit more creative than ‘Penis Parker’.”
By the time Tony was done, the crowd around him was snickering and the kid in front of him looked like he wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole, if such things were possible.
Tony smiled, but there was nothing nice about, “Now, if I ever catch wind of you so much as looking in Peter’s direction again and trust me, kid, I’ve got my ways, I have no issue siccing my AI on all your school records and wreaking havoc on your future plans for any Ivy League schools, you reading me kid?”
Flash nodded so vigorously he resembled a bobble head, “Y-Yes, Sir.”
Tony smiled, this one much more kind than the last, “Good, I’m glad we could reach an understanding, now running along so I can talk to my intern here without your sorry excuse for cologne clouding my senses, seriously kid less is more.”
Flash tucked his proverbial tail between his legs and pushed through the crowd of people that were now openly laughing, losing interest in Tony in favor of chasing after Flash to mock him.
Tony shouldn’t feel as proud as he did, but he knew what it was like to be bullied and he’d be damned if his kid—ahem, someone like Peter had to deal with someone as childish as Flash Thompson every day and it was within his power to do something about it. Like kid didn’t already have enough to deal with as it was.
He turned back to see a dumbfounded Peter and his equally as flabbergasted friend.
“That was—” Peter began, but seemed to be at a loss for words, shaking his head in disbelief.
His friend, however, didn’t seem to have that particular problem.
“—AWESOME!” His friend said excitedly, “oh man did you see Flash’s face? Dude, this is greatest thing to ever happen to me. Tony Stark just verbally assaulted Flash, Jesus dude, how is this your life? If you ever want to trade, even if it’s just for a day, I’m totally down—“
“Ned.” Peter muttered, elbowing him roughly, giving a rough jerk of his head in Tony’s direction. He flicked his apologetic gaze over to Tony, who simply rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Ned followed his gaze and flushed, “Right, sorry.”
Peter closed his eyes for a moment and Tony could see the kid physically trying to fight off his embarrassment and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Peter’s eyes snapped open at the sound and the surprise and confusion from earlier was back, “Mr. Stark, what are you doing here? At my school? Is everything okay? Is there a—“ Peter glanced around in a sad attempt at nonchalance and lowered his voice to an equally as sad attempt at a whisper, “—mission?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was making Tony wonder if the kid had a weird twitch he’d never noticed before.
Tony glanced over at Ned quickly, going back to his original curiosity of how much the kid actually knew about his arachnid friend here, but Ned seemed to catch on to Tony’s unasked question.
“Don’t worry Mr. Stark, sir, I’m Peter’s Guy In The Chair.” Ned answered helpfully, giving him a bright smile.
Tony glanced back over at Peter with a raised eyebrow, who simply muttered “dude” in an exasperated tone, shaking his head before returning his attention to Tony, “Ned knows.”
“Oh, well, in that case, no, there is no…mission,” Tony said in a mock whisper, making Peter flush, “I’m working on a new Iron Man suit and I need to pick your brain for some ideas on upgrades, figured I’d swing by and pick you up from school today.”
Peter’s eyes widened and Ned seemed torn between fainting or peeing himself from excitement.
“You get to touch the Iron Man suit?!” He squeaked, turning his wide-eyed gaze over to Peter, who only gave Ned a look, who bit his lip sheepishly, but looked like he was ready to explode from the level of his enthusiasm.
Peter ignored him, “I was supposed to help Ned finish the lego Death Star today, we were supposed to do it yesterday, but I uh, kinda got caught up on patrol.” Peter gave Tony a guilty shrug of his shoulders.
“So let me get this straight,” Tony said slowly, “you’re turning down quality time in my personal lab to build a lego Death Star with Ned over here?”
Peter’s eyes had lit up at the mentions of Tony’s lab, but with quick glance at a wide eyed Ned, who seemed to be stuck on the fact that Tony Stark said his name, his excitement dimmed. But Peter was loyal, almost to a fault, and nodded resolutely.
Tony, seemingly at a loss for words, just stood there, shellshocked at being told no, by a fifteen year old kid at that. A small part of Tony, the one that was actually looking forward to hanging out with the kid, was slightly hurt at the rejection.
Ned, who’d been watching the entire scene with wide eyes, was more observant than he looked and seemed to sense Peter’s indecision and Tony’s disappointment, because he gave his friend a bright smile, “Dude, we can finish the Death Star anytime and besides, my mom wanted me home tonight to help her with something, so I’m booked, raincheck?” He offered.
Peter glanced at Ned then at Tony and then back to Ned, “Um, sure Ned, no problem.”
Ned gave him a smile and then turning his attention back to Tony, his friendly smiled turned a bit more to the manic grin that most people wore in Tony’s presence, “It was really nice to meet you Mr. Stark.”
He offered Peter a fist bump, who returned it, before he started walking down the side walk, towards, what Tony assumed, was home.
Turning his attention back to the kid, he gave him a smile, “Good good, now we should probably be on our way if we want to avoid traffic. Now, as far as suit upgrades go, I was thinking of up-ing the suit’s repulsers a bit—hey, kid, you coming?” Tony asked from his position on the driver’s side, raising an eyebrow at Peter, who was still standing on the side walk. Tony followed his gaze and saw Ned still making his way down the sidewalk and chancing a glance back at Peter, who was still watching him with big, guilty eyes, he sighed.
The things I do for you, kid, Tony thought to himself.
“Hey, Ned,” Tony shouted, making the kid pause and turn around, looking to Peter, who was watching Tony with the beginnings of a smile, then back to Tony curiously, “would you like to join us? There’s plenty of room in the lab for three people.”
Even from a few yards away, Tony could see the kid’s eyes widen in surprise before he hustled his way back to an equally excited Peter, who shot him a grateful look.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” He said quietly, giving him a bright smile.
And Tony couldn’t help but smile back, “You’re welcome, kiddo,” eyeing a panting Ned warily, “make sure he doesn’t do anything…weird, okay? I don’t mind opening my lab to him but there was something in his eyes when I was talking about the Iron Man suit that made me decidedly uncomfortable.”
Peter gave a breathy laugh, “Don’t worry, Mr. Stark, Ned’s cool.”
Ned, who had come to a slightly sweaty stop in from them, looked up at Tony with wide eyes, “Can I try on the Iron Man helmet?”
Tony spent the majority of their time in lab just watching Peter and Ned run around like kids in a candy store—picking things up, playing with the robots—DUM-E taking a special liking to Peter, who, Tony was pleased to see, treated him like a human, thanking him when he brought them water from the stocked fridge and smiling when DUM-E beeped happily in return—and played with all the gadgets laying around.
Tony, albeit wearily, let them try on one of the Iron Man helmets from one of his earlier models and explained to them how the suit worked, both of them hanging on to his every word. He showed them the blue prints for his newest model, listening to their suggestions and even writing a few them down to look into later.
Ned, Tony found out, was rather intelligent with computers. He gave him one of his old security systems and watched with genuine interest as the kid hacked into the the files with ease and recoded the entire system in a matter of minutes.
When Tony looked it over, he let out a grunt of an approval, “Nice work, kid.”
Ned all but fainted at Tony’s praise.
The hours slipped by and F.R.I.D.A.Y. being the helpful AI that she is, had ordered pizzas without Tony even having to ask and had them sent to the kitchen, alerting them when they had arrived. Tony led them up to the kitchen, watching with thinly veiled amusement as they both took in every new surrounding with the same amount of interest they had shown in the lab.
Tony continued to observe them as they tore into the pizza like they hadn’t eaten in days and taking a quick glance at the clock, he realized with a flash of guilt, that they had been down in the lab for over four hours and the last time they had probably eaten something would’ve been well over seven or eight hours ago.
It was nice, Tony deiced, listening to their mindless chatter and what was especially nice, was seeing how at ease Peter was with his friend, looking like a true fifteen year old with his friend over to his house on a school night, like he didn’t have super powers, like he didn’t dress up in tight spandex and web his way through Queens and fight crime at night while trying to balance a normal life.
The thought nagged at Tony for the rest of dinner and as he rode silently with them in the backseat while Happy drove them all to Ned’s apartment first, who still looked like he couldn’t believe today was real, thanking Tony breathlessly for the best day of his life and telling Peter he’d see him tomorrow at school.
Peter watched his friend with a small, amused smile and when they got to Peter’s apartment building, Tony glanced over at the kid, the smile still had yet to leave his face.
“Alright kid, this is your stop,” Tony said, making a move to undo his seatbelt, but the kid’s hesitant voice made him pause.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter said softly, clearing his throat, “I uh, just wanted to thank you, you know for well, everything,” the kid breathed, smiling up at him so sincerely that it made Tony’s chest ache in the best sort of way, “today was amazing and I really appreciate you inviting Ned along with us, he really looks up to you, you know? And I haven’t really been able to spend much time with him since, y’know, the whole Spider-Man thing.”
The kid paused before continuing on in a softer voice, “And about Flash, I really, really don’t know how to thank you for that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed, “it’s kind of funny, in a way, I’m a sort of super-hero and I can’t even stand up to a bully—“
Tony’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the kid’s self-deprecation, “Look, kid, I’m no stranger to bullies,” he began, sighing heavily, “I had my fair share of them when I was in school and even in college. I learned that while you may no be able to physically fight someone, you can always fight them with words and sometimes, words can hurt more than your fists. All I did was give that Flash kid a taste of his own medicine and hopefully, got him off your case.”
Peter was silent for a moment, considering Tony’s words before giving him another appreciative smile, “I don’t think Flash will be messing with me anytime soon, but still, thank you,” Peter’s smile turned shy, “you’re the first adult, other than May, to stand up for me and I really appreciate it, so thank you, Mr. Stark.”
“Call me Tony,” Tony offered after a beat of silence, unsure of how to respond to such a statement.
Whatever he was trying to say, the kid got, because he smiled brightly and Tony, suddenly feeling awkward at the unusual sentimental moment, busied himself with unbuckling his seatbelt, ignoring the warmth in his chest.
He reached around the kid to open the door for him and Peter, rather than getting out, just like last time, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Tony, thinking he was hugging him
“This um, wasn’t a hug,” Tony began awkwardly, “I’m just getting the door for you.”
However, before the kid could pull away, Tony wrapped his arms around him and gave him a quick, but firm squeeze.
Peter gave him another smile before wishing Tony and Happy a goodnight, getting out of the car and making his way up towards his apartment. Tony debated on his next move, mulling it over quickly and before the kid could get too far, he found himself making a snap decision and rolling down he window.
“Hey, Underoos,” Tony started, slightly unsure when the kid turned around and looked at Tony with hopeful eyes.
“Same time, same place tomorrow?” He said after a moment of silence, the kid’s answering grin melting away any self doubt before it could begin.
“Sure Mr.Stark—Tony,” Peter stuttered excitedly, “sounds great!”
Tony watched the kid go with a satisfied smiled, so caught up in his happy little pseudo-family moment that he almost didn’t hear his phone ring.
Not even bothering to glance at the caller I.D., he answered it with a smooth, “Stark.”
“Tony?! What the hell we’re you thinking going to a school and threatening a minor, A MINOR—“
I feel so stupid lol ☺️ but i really need to ask this, i am 16-17 and i wanna be more girly and like lil'woman, how can i? Thank you soooo much again 💕
Oh! You want to be more “girly” ? Well, I’m going to take in fact what girly normally means in this sense and use it like that ahhah! Don’t feel stupid, though.
First thing’s first:
You have your own style that is unique to you…etc. You don’t have to be something else, though if you are currently not happy with yourself and are working on self improvement, I encourage you to do so. Let’s start with some basics on what “girly” or “feminine” is!
Girly is basically acting in very feminine and liking feminine things. However, there is MUCH more to it than just the look. I’m going to start off with the more “mature” side of things, as you said you wanted to be more like a woman (which includes maturity) and then we can work on other things! It’s not just a style, it’s a mindset. The “fuck you i’m going to get my goals” mindset.
/Note: None of this is set in stone. This is just my opinion on to help her grow into a stronger and more mature woman.
Do not take shit. Walk with your head high and smile. If someone puts you down, ask yourself: “Is this a logical problem or is it opinionated?” If it is opinionated, ignore it. If it is logical and backed with evidence and reasoning, take it into factor and make note to work on that.
Learn to treat yourself. It’s okay to want to spend a little extra money on yourself sometimes.
Be independent. Don’t rely on others to get things done for you. Your homework is your homework. Your job is your job. Be independent and don’t rely on them to do it for you!
Treat yourself and others with respect. I have a rule, instead of just “you have to earn my respect” I say: “I respect until you disrespect, and at that point, I drop all respect I’ve had for you.”
Fight immaturity with maturity. If someone is being messy as hell, fight back with maturity. Give no fucks. Show no mercy. When they call you a name and try to fight, if you want to piss them off AND come off as mature, say something like: “Honestly, I have goals to reach. I don’t have time for you to be immature and try to ruin that for me.” And walk off.
Don’t be afraid to break sometimes. It happens to the strongest of people. There is no way I could count how many times I sat in bed at night trying to stop crying. Cry, and afterwards, take a deep breath and tell yourself that you’ll get through this.
DO NOT let people dictate who you are. Don’t let these little boys or girls tell you that you need to look like this or that. Don’t let them tell you who you should be. Not even your parents are allowed to tell you who to be. If they try, pretend to obey but do the exact opposite. Be who YOU are.
Get your schoolwork done, babe. Seriously this is important, it isn’t about the grades. It’s about furthering your knowledge and showing everyone that you can do what they think you can’t.
Have fun! Have fun if you want, but be safe.
Do everything with confidence, even if you have to fake it!
Follow your passions. Maybe you like dance, singing art, makeup or whatever else. Do it.
Remember that if anyone ever says you fucked them, that only gives you power.
If you’re giving an assignment wednesday and are told you need it finished by friday, work on it wednesday. Cut off all distractions and work on that assignment. Afterwards, write down everything you didn’t understand. The next day, spend time learning about what you didn’t understand and proofread the assignment 3 times. This applies for ALL days.
Exams coming up soon? Stop staying up all night studying. Study in 10-15 minute intervals with 5 minute breaks. Quiz yourself every hour to find your weak links and then study those. What are you scared of failing most? Focus on that.
You’re 16-17. You know about sex. You know how it works. You may have already have sex. This is okay. All I ask of you is to be safe. Do NOT rely on someone to have condoms, if you need, go buy them yourself. Know how to do things safely. Remember: Kink isn’t spontaneous, it’s safe words. Anal isn’t a quick slip, it’s reading articles on how to do it and lube. Be safe, be real.
In the case that you get pregnant: Breathe. Make your choices. Do what you need to do and always remember that you can run in my askbox and talk to me about everything. I will always be here to listen. You can also read articles and such on parenting advice, how to do it as a teenager..etc.
I’m telling you the above because I’ve had friends who got pregnant at 15-16 or 17 and didn’t know what to do.
Don’t slut shame or talk bad about girls who want to have sex and have lots of it. Instead, encourage them to do it safely.
Don’t put anyone down that isn’t as popular as you. Bring them up.
Being sweet will get you a long way.
Act twice your age if you want to look really mature in front of all the teachers and shit. Literally you can read articles..etc. on maturity.
Remember that maturity does not mean you can’t have fun.
If you feel depressed…etc. talk to someone. Don’t be silent.
One of the first signs I ever had of anorexia was that I craved the disorder. Which means I literally wanted to be it. Little did I know it was going to drag me through hell. If you have these thoughts, get help.
Do not be afraid of going to get help from a professional.
/Note: Take notes on these. Take them to heart. Carry them with you like a blankie to a baby and don’t let go of them.
“All flowers must start as sprouts.” - Me
“To fight or to cower down, that is the question. The question in which you should answer from the ground, even face down in the dirt, bloody and bruised from life with a smirk. Because to fight when you’re down is the most courageous thing.” - Me
“And she will bow to no one nor anything, and the day she does, you should fear.” - Me
“Learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist.” - Picasso
“Don’t run backwards, no never, even if it breaks down, oh better.” - Tomorrow
“If you feel like you’re going to crash, accelerate you idiot.” - Nevermind
“You don’t need a ‘reason’ to live. Live because you can. Live because in the end, even if it hurts, you don’t need a reason to live. All that matters is that you’re here.” - Me
“If I ever break through the wall of failure, people will be in awe at the sight of me rising from nothingness.” - Me
“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.” - Nikita Gill //Be one of those girls. - me//
If you want to truly live, you have to be tested, whether by yourself or the cruel game of life. - Me
Stop living in fear of what might happen and start living in what is happening. - Me
“Don’t fashion me into a maiden that needs saving from a dragon. I am the dragon and I will eat you whole.” - Unknown
“She spun herself a crown of gold, thrones of bones and citadels, to the deaf stars she screamed: make me queen or I’ll make you bleed.” M.J.
“You’re masking past failure with your present success and it’s both beautiful and terrifying, like watching a witch write your name in the stars.” A.Ashstar
Lmao there’s a lot from me but most of them have literally kept my best friends from dying so I added them anyways.
Now we can get on to the typical “style” or such. This is just some stuff that I’ve accumulated. However there is so much more to it. You dress how YOU want to dress. Do what makes you confident. But if you want, I do have a polyvore. (celestial-sweets). Now onto some style recommendations to embrace your femininity! When most people think “feminine” they think “dress” when I think feminine, I think “gorgeous”. There will be a massive variety under this. So you can wear whatever you want and still have style recommendations.
/Note: I feel the need to say that you should wear whatever makes you confident and comfy again.
Tucked in tank tops and body suits with jeans
White skinny jeans look amazing with this look
Get your glitter lipstick on if you want boo yes work it
Nude also works well
Normally they don’t add a lot of highlight but i you want, yesss
Wavy/curly hair looks gorgeous with this style
Heels (usually black or tan) are a hella yes
Mascara and nude eyeshadow
Natural looking brows
Do the above with this new style too, itll work
But also if you wear bodycon itll be hella looking baddie
thigh high boots happen a lot
with matte eyeshaodw but with a really clean glitter
yea that happens
and gradient brows ive noticed
but the best part about this look is that you can be casual with it and look like you’re some kinda goddess i swear
literally if you toss on some highlighter, a pair of ripped jeans and a shirt with some adidas
or likea bomber jacket, a sports tank and shorts, with adidas and some like nude lipstick, brown mascara and highlgihter
you will literally glow like you have never glown before
Crop tops are a thing with this look yall
Hella Cute And Casual:
Toss on like a crop top hoodie and a cropped tank and boom
oh oh oh and if you wear an oversized plain white t shirt with like a pair of jean shorts
you will make heads turn
honestly tho and with this, you wanna have very very light eyeliner like
just tightline the top, light mascara, aa clear gloss on your lips
you will be a glowing boo without even trying
AND DUDE A MESSY BUN YES
but if your hair is too short for that that’s okay boo i understand,
itlls still look cute as fuck
Fancy As Hell:
Heels, strappy ass heels,
Small chain necklaces with tiny pendants
A ring or two, with some shiny bracelets
dresses dresses more dresses
soft curls or straight hair works well
a black scarf paired with a button up shirt and some black slacks and a pair of heels will make you look like a business woman
or like a pencil skirt
but a black pleated one works too
stockings go well with this look
TBH tho just wear what you wanna wear.
Remember to put an outfit together super easily you can stick to basic colors like black/tan/gray/white and throw something on so quick to look fancy
Also to be honest any fancy undies will make you feel so much more feminine i swear
like i have some lace ones with poka dot and i cry they make me feel so good
Bbut if you want to look very mature then you should look at business women…etc. take notes on style from it and how to present yourself.
/Note: yes boo get ur self care
Wash your face
Don’t sleep in makeup
Coconut oil your legs like hella
Don’t forget to brush your teeth darling
Organize and clean your room once a week
Get your dishes out of the room EVERY DAY
Go to bed at a reasonable time if you have school okay
Wash your clothes when the basket is almost full, not full. But almost full. And learn how to properly wash them.
Go on a walk once a week or do some kind of activity
Drink ya water girl!
all this is so stereotypical but idgaf
Watch movies sometimes
EXPLORE!! Safely, though
If there’s somewhere you want to go, start saving a little bit of money to go there
When you wake up, look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself you love you.
Fight towards your goals
Ttake your damn vitamins boo bear. Like vitamins and nutrition support can help you so much more than you would know.
Don’t overwork yourself.
Love yourself, love myself. - RM
Okay boo that’s all the advice I have! Literally just have fun, much love dear. Always remember you can come to my ask box!! Have fun! Love yourself!!!
We’ll see that, sweetheart - Dean Winchester x Reader
Title: We’ll see that, sweetheart
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Imagine: Imagine Dean and you being hunting partners and in love with each other for year, but are too scared to admit it. You are close and have a strong bond, being intimate in different ways every time. When he sees you interact with Jack and take care of him he remembers how he’s always wanted to have kids with you and finally gets the courage to bring it up to you.
A/N: In a close to perfect Supernatural universe this is how I’d like to see Dean open up to Jack, just to get over a lil bit of the pain in the previous episode! But I love both so much that the writers are only making it harder for me now!
“And that is how you can also raise the volume if you want to hear more clear, but careful with that around here cause Dean’s always a grumpy old man with these stuff.” you said playfully and Jack grinned slightly, just as Dean looked at you and scoffed.
“I’m not old.” hemuttered and you hummed.
“Sure, whatever you say grandpa!” you winked but he just shook his head, a small smile creeping on his lips “And- no, Jack he’s not my granpa. It’s just a thing, I call him stupid nicknames sometimes. That’s all.” you said, noticing how the nephilim was ready to ask.
“Oh” he nodded his head “Alright, and if I want to watch… cartoons, I press on number one and then three. For… thirteen, right?”
“Exactly! And there’re plenty of Scooby Doo there for you too!” you giggled, patting his back as he broke into an adorable grin.
“I really like that one, it’s wonderful!” he breathed out, his eyes sparkling.
“It sure is, Jack.” you chuckled “But remember, whenever there isn’t something good on TV and you really want to do something you can opt for a book!”
“Yeah if you wanna be a nerd in life sure.” Dean mumbled and you shot him a look.
“There are plenty of good ones around here, and I have a lot I think you’d like.” you said softly to Jack “Just until you find what you really like and what not we keep exploring, alright?”
“Then I think we should name you Dora.” Dean muttered with a snicker and you couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your lips, as Jack merely tilted his head to the side and frown.
“Do- Dora? What is that?” he mumbled and you still couldn’t fight the laughter that left your lips.
“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him as he dodged it “How the hell do you even know about that?!” you shook your head.
Warnings: angst, smut, degrading names, mentions of cheating, dom themes, asshole hoseok
Summary:Jung Hoseok is the devil in Armani. Self-entitled, rich, with striking good looks, there’s nothing he wants for with his parents’ money backing up his extravagant lifestyle. Yet when suddenly he’s forced to find himself a humble girlfriend or say goodbye to his monthly paycheck, he runs into you, lacking everything he possibly looks for in a girl. But he’s desperate, and being desperate makes a man do crazy things.
a/n:tysm to my irl bff @garbageeking for beta-ing for me and providing me with endless sugar!daddy hobi inspo to help me finish this chapter!!! ily!
chime of yet another eager customer ricocheted off of pale yellow
walls, leather booths, and tiled flooring that was worn down with
age. The quaint little shop lacked elegance, yet made up for it with
charm. Watercolor paintings of sea cliffs, dipping waves, and golden
sand hung from every corner of the small cafe, each dated and signed
by a unique signature in the far left corner.
three!” Your father’s gruff voice reminded from the back storage
room, your attention once again redirected to the easily recognizable
and overgrown mop of dusty brown hair, belonging to your best friend,
who wore a forlorn frown, looking especially distressed as he sat
himself into his regular booth. Red leather squeaked under the weight
of his body as he threw himself down onto it, leaning his head
against the cool glass of the large window that overlooked the
crowded sidewalks and busy streets, a long horizon of blue easily
noticeable in the distance.
I am certain that Jungkook has always loved Jimin and that the “hate” people are referring to was Jungkook not knowing how to handle his feelings.
In one interview JK mentioned the fact that when in school whenever he was attracted to/liked someone he would ignore them or walk right past them. JK actually told Jimin on numerous occasions that his joking with him and apparent ambivalence was just because he was shy. If you would recall the the time when JK told Jimin that the reason he “acts like this” towards him is because “he likes” him “too much” and Jimin blushed and looked surprised.
Then there was the famous moment when Jimin asked Jungkook if he liked him and JK looked shocked, surprised, and even offended by the question and responded with “of course I like you hyung.” Later we would get JK saying that the easiest person to talk to is Jimin, that he is nicest and most charming member, when he smiles his eyes are so pretty, and that if he were a girl he would date someone like Jimin. Jimin again was shocked by this confession stating this is his first time hearing this.
I feel like the three moments I mentioned above (#1 “I act like this because I like you too much,” #2 “Of course I like you hyung,” #3 If i were a girl I would date someone like Jimin”) was Jk slowly coming to grips with and accepting his feelings towards Jimin.
Another reason why I am certain that JK like Jimin from the beginning is because of how he responded to Jimin’s affection. His responses were never of irritation but of shy bliss. Like he liked the attention Jimin was giving him but it made him uncomfortable because it made him vulnerable:
I believe some time in late 2015 JK’s feelings became clear to Jimin because their interactions changed and became more affectionate not just playful (I think it became clear to the other members too).
And then in 2016, when JK came of age, I think they became official. While I can’t be 100% certain, I am 99% certain lol. JK is super soft and playful with Jimin and takes care of him, always compliments him, pushes him, encourages him, and is always near him. And we all know that the way JK looks at Jimin can’t be confused as just brotherly love or friendship…it’s romantic love.