#PLUS SIZE BOUTIQUE BITCH

[roseonthewindow]

Funny mun stories: That time I got banned form a store that refuses to carry a Size over 7.

Little bit of background before we go the to story. The store in question is known for only pandering to "smaller women" but is grotesquely overpriced. It's primary feature is its precious "Anti Fat person Door" not to ne confused with the Colchester in the monastery in Portugal (actual use during raids and attacks an archer would be stationed there the archer could pin anyone form there they could see but enemy archers would find it hard to nail the archer behind the Colchester. It is not so the monks could have a weight check.) This store fancy themselves high and mighty whenever someone who appears like they can not fit through can't fit through. Going so far as to "Fat shame" people of a normal size just because they do not carry their size. Well the Designer must have been there that day or something because I got banned form the store I will never shop at for obvious reasons by basically making their local bitch heckler eat crow. Now a little bit about mun, I am not fat by any means but because of my unique heritage I am a tall Latino build. (Germain Irish polish Portuguese mix) so with normal American brands I have to buy the plus size and have it tailored down to fit properly because of the two problem areas being my hips and shoulder width. Yes I got dem curve body complete with the booty. Well the heckler was a fool enough to not only recognize the brand shirt I was wring was indeed a Plus size boutique (their smallest size by the way and it was still clearly oversized on me around the collar so it often slips off one of my shoulders and I got it because I liked the way it fit) So she decided to hackle me with the "bet" She told me she would pay me a straight 1k if I can fit through her "anti fat door" (note I never got my 1k and I do not expect to) I ask if she is sure... she confirmed and swore in front of everyone there and there was a crowd at this point. I turn to the side push the shirt in so she can see that I CAN indeed fit through the "anti fat door" she boasts again that it is not possible. Well there was no rule about walking through it sidewise; so I do just that. Let me tell you the look on the woman's face as I pass through this door I am 100% according to her not spose to be able to fit through because I wear fat peoples cloths is priceless. I am tall so I almost graze the top of this door frame but the sheer shock on that woman's face was enough payment. My only regret... not a single person pulled out a camera or phone to record this show. That said I am not paying over $30 US for a pair of mesh throwaway panties I can get form Victoria Secret for $2 USD. Unironically the ones from Victoria secret actually fit my butt (because their curvy cuts fit me. Again my curves are the issue I have more often than not because not all women are flat as boards.) Bottom line, careful who you mock for being "fat" you may owe a stranger 1k for your big mouth.

[axlaru]

Hey fat people where would you shop if you could fit their clothes? Also if you could afford it

[herstarburststories]

Wedding Dress

Kinktober day 13: Cunnilingus

Pairing: Domestic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean is hiding under your wedding dress— he can have some fun while he's in there, right?

A/N: I'll admit that my mood isn't high today, and writing this one was kind hard at some point. So, @theicariantouch helped me a lot more than they usually already do and I'm so glad. Thank you, hon! This is co-written.

Warnings: oral sex (woman receiving), cute, kind public sex

“You look beautiful!”

You rolled your eyes at your mom's obvious lie, although the look on her face told you that she truly believed that adjective could be used properly there. Perhaps that was the 'perfect child' syndrome again when mothers saw their newborns — the unfinished, strange little creatures as they were — as the cutest beings in the galaxy. No one would have the heart to tell them that their baby looked like an old knee, and neither did you about the clearly ugly clothing.

The inordinately puffy dress was more beige than white with a massive bow laced to crown at the small of your back, no cleavage, and sequins embossed with an opalescent gleam trailing along the waistline. It wasn’t in an elegant way like Cinderella’s, but in the most démodé, antiquated manner possible. You'd never wear it for any party, much less your marriage — plus, you just tried it on because you imagined it'd be funny to twirl and watch the skirt flutter, maybe feel like a princess for a hot minute. 

There was something those movies didn’t tell you about the dresses like this, and that was the fact they were heavy. You only wore it for a couple of minutes, and you already wanted to cut it open with scissors and walk around naked for the rest of the day.

After all, this wasn't really your color.

You replaced your wrinkled nose with a playful grimace followed by a shrug. “I guess I'll try another. The siren cut one is really pretty.”

“I'll ask for them to get it.” She nodded, getting up to summon Cecilia — the unfortunate worker that had fetched at least fifteen different dresses for you by now — and the third glass of champagne for herself. She quickly got lost in the lavender-scented castle of dresses, high-classed scenery marked with the quiet lull of Celine Dion playing in the background. You scoffed, turning around to meet the mirror again just to make sure this one was a definite no until your eyes found something way more interesting.

Dean Winchester — the man you made a home out of — was looking at you through the large glass window. It was so easy to spot the smile on his face while he observed you with a lionized intensity as if you were his favorite movie that he couldn’t get enough of watching. Dean's vivid green eyes were almost glossy with adoration and loyalty — because that was the only way this magnetic man knew how to love. And he loved you; oh, how much he loved you and the life he never thought he'd get with you. That marvelously dazed look on his face almost fooled you into thinking that this was the right dress.

Sweetened seconds of longing looks soon shifted, changing into a frown of yours as Dean stepped into the fancy boutique. You moved your body to glance at him, the skirted ends of the dress dancing around your legs as the subtle woosh of fabric echoed. Fortunately, it seemed to break Dean's focus as well, his eyes now sharpened on your confused expression.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was out for lunch with Sammy, so I decided to drop in.” He smirked, approaching you. You placed your hands on your hips and glanced at him. Your bridal instinct — which, funnily enough, sounded a lot like your mom — screamed for you to cover yourself up, but what was the point? He had already seen it, and that definitely wouldn't be your dress.

Nonetheless, you arched your eyebrows and wore an accusative tone as you spoke, “You aren't supposed to see me in a wedding dress before our marriage, Winchester.”

“I don't believe that.” Dean rolled his eyes and placed his hands on your hips.

God, that puffy beige abomination had enough cushiony material to suppress the sensation of Dean's hands on you. Yep, big no.

Childish joy was spreading across your face with a beam as you put your arms around his neck. “You, of all people, a skeptic?”

The Winchester pulled you closer donning that lopsided grin that often made you want to drag him to the nearest bed, but, before he could even speak, you heard your mother's voice nattering to Cecilia about shades of white steadily growing louder. 

She would kill you and Dean both if she saw him there.

“Hide, now!” You pushed his chest only to gain a confused look from the retired hunter. “My mom's coming. You know how crazy she is about matrimonial traditions and whatever! You need to go, now!”

Dean gulped as though just now noticing your mom's echoing voice and high heels clicking against the floor. How was that more threatening than the howls of the werewolves he used to kill?

“Dean!” you pleaded when he didn't move.

He glanced at you with desperate eyes, suddenly paralyzed with fear. “What? I can't go through the front door, she'll see me!”

“Are you afraid of my mom?” you say incredulously, a frown abruptly sharpening your painted features. 

Dean glared at you in exhaustion. “You aren't?” 

“That's not the point!” You groaned. Dean seemed to finally catch up to the idea, abruptly making a beeline to the dressing room encircled with thick velvet curtains the color of spilled wine. “What are you doing?”

He gestured wildly, clearly with only one goal in mind: hide. “Getting in the dressing room!”

“All the others besides mine are occupied!” you hiss sharply, because you’ve been trying on gowns of all shapes and sizes long enough now to know the drill. You pointed to the ostentatiously large gown you were wearing. “They’ll see you once I go back in to change out of this.” 

Dean looked you up and down, a completely inappropriate smirk growing on his lips when you were about thirty seconds away from getting caught violating the imagined laws of matrimony. “I wouldn't mind seeing you change this. I can even help you to-”

“Dean!” you hissed as an idea struck. What else could you do? You weren't signing up for a two-hour-long lecture about the importance of tradition for your own wedding, but there was no other place you could hide Dean in. Your mom's voice was progressively getting closer and closer. What you did next was a desperate yet necessary measure. “Get under me.”

Dean's brows knitted together incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me! This thing is so big it’ll hide you,” you exclaimed in a lower tone than your nervousness desired, denoting the excessively billowy dress. You lifted the smoothly flared skirt just enough not to show your panties and barked: “Get inside, now!”

Dean shot you a wink before dutifully doing what he was told. “That's what she said.”

You just rolled your eyes at his muffled retort, beginning to question why you had agreed to marry him in the first place. 

It didn't take longer than ten seconds for your mom and Cecilia to pop up. The latter held a bundle of dresses in diversified shades of white before settling them on the Victorian-esque marble top table, sighing in relief at the final release of her admittedly heavy burden. 

“Honey, we brought you five siren cuts!” Your mom, though, had an excited smile on, already grabbing one of the many dresses and pushing it into your arms. “Try this!”

Cecilia gave you a friendly smile, gesturing to the long, silken dress you’d just been given. “This one is from Mattel's new collection.”

Dean shifted under your gown, his spiked hair tickling your leg. He was a big man, so you knew this was difficult for him too. You gulped, heart pounding like a drum inside of your chest while you tried to come up with a request to keep them away long enough for you to get rid of Dean.

Glancing around the classy room, your eyes caught a myriad of vibrantly colorful dresses swaying on a rack next to the wall of mirrors. This was it. This was your out.

Your gaze landed back on the two women in front of you. The icy current from the air conditioner combing through your hair didn't help the blood running cold in your veins. You swallowed the lump in your throat and wore your best poker face. 

Was this how Dean felt when he had to lie for a job when he was a hunter? You didn't know, but what you knew for sure was how his greedy fingers felt pulling your panties to the side when he was hiding under your improbably enormous wedding dress in the middle of an ostentatious clothing store.

“They all look so pretty,” you said, suppressing your scoff as Dean pecked your thigh, “but I was thinking about red ones?”

Cecilia opened her mouth to respond, but your mom was quicker. With a shocked expression and her hand resting dramatically on chest, she said: “Red?! That's not a color for a ceremony in the church.”

You were ready to offer her a swift retort as this was your wedding, not hers, but Dean's kisses kept rising higher and higher. Son of a bitch! You’d kill him if it didn't feel so good. You were already wet, momentarily losing track of space and time. Everything with him felt like the comfortable warmth of afterglow.

That is, until your mother brought you back down to earth with an admonishingly chide tone: “Y/N!”

“I just want to see how it fits me. Please.” You knew he was purposely ignoring your pussy, kissing near it but never getting to the point. You placed you hand on the part of the dress that his head would be, pushing him a little closer. The next word wasn’t meant for your entourage, but it made sense anyway: “Please.”

Cecilia curved the corner of her lips in sympathy. “Of course. We just got a new package a few days ago. I think they will fit you perfectly!”

Dean's lips kissed your heat. You bit your bottom lip to control a moan, summoning a nod interlaced with a tight smile for Cecilia. You doubted you were able to come up with anything else more coherent than Dean and more right now.

“I'll make sure it isn't too red!” You mom huffed, following the worker as she turned away to grab what you asked for.

Dean's hand held onto your leg as he started to lick in slowly, savoring your taste. He had to be controlling himself carefully, staving down his own desire to go deep and eat you out hungrily like he usually did.

You watched the pair leave, impatience fraying your scattered thoughts. You clenched down tightly, trying to force his tongue out of you as you waited for your mother to leave. Unfortunately, she stopped in the middle of the aisle to abandon Cecilia in favor of another worker swathed in a collection of bridal veils. Too risky. Maybe pushing him to the door would be better long term than having Dean to go down on you right now, but it certainly wouldn’t be as pleasurable. 

You decided to consider this one of the little adventures pre-marriage: the eldest Winchester was now licking his way inside you, fingertips sinking into your skin as he pressed his mouth and tongue against your wetness.

God, you loved that man.

“Thought you'd like to see some options without your mom.” Cecilia's voice out of nowhere almost made you jump, but you were able to restrain yourself. The fear of getting caught suddenly putting your body in place again, but Dean wasn't having any of it. As soon as you forced a giggle out to answer her, his mouth was on your pussy again.

“Yeah, she can be a little controlling.” You coughed. At least you could use the subject to excuse your discomfort.

You could practically feel Dean's smile on your pussy as he sucked your clit, wriggling his finger inside you. You pressed the hand on the other side of the thick curtain of fabric of his head down harder — for anyone else, it would look like this gesture coupled with your heated expression meant that the dress was uncomfortably hot.

At least, Cecilia thought so. With an understanding, saleswoman grin, she asked: “Do you want help to take the dress off?”

“No!” you almost screamed. It felt good to actually expel the noises you were withholding, even if it was on accident. “I mean, no. No, thank you. I'll take it off myself and try this red one — Can you keep my mom distracted for a couple minutes? She wouldn't like to see me in this.”

Coming up with a lie while your fiancé was sucking your clit and fingering you, checked.

“All for the bride.” Cecilia winked at you and left.

It took a couple seconds for you to regain some self control. With every ounce of willpower you had, you forced yourself to lift your dress and push Dean away from your trembling legs.

“What are you doing?” you asked, glancing at his face. That idiot wore a cocky smile on and had the audacity to lick his lips.

“What? You can't tell me to get between your legs and not eat you out. I'm a good soon-to-be husband.” He winked.

“You're unbelievable.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Hurry up and make me come, and don't get the dress dirty. Cecilia might be able to keep my mom away for like, five minutes. Do a good job.”

Dean chuckled, not able to discern if he was confusing reality and porn again or if this was actually happening, but your taste on his lips was evidence enough to make it uncontestible. He gave you a loving gaze despite everything before coming back to finish what he started. This was it, that was his girl.

“I can't wait to marry you.”

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[sungie]

lee felix ; strawberry fields

- - -

felix drops by your apartment as soon as you hit him with the “i’m back, wanna hang out?” text 

he’s already on your doorstep and greeting you with the biggest smile because “(y/n)! you’re back!”

but that cheery niceness lasts for a split second, and then felix wiggles his eyebrows and runs past you into your apartment and starts jumping on your couch (with shoes off, of course) because he threw them at you in a think fast type of stunt

but this is only because you’re finally home, felix says, and it’s not summer until you two get to do something fun together

plus you’ve been gone for two months and summer’s almost over :(

so, seeing as felix has been part of your woeful instagram story reposts, he’s seen the cottagecore hype you’ve been raving over, and how you’re always whining about wanting to run away, and so like any good friend, felix’s stubbornly decided that as soon as you get home, he’s taking you on an adventure 

and because he’s lee felix, he won’t tell you where you’re going, because it’s a surprise

as the two of you sit next to each other in the nearly empty metro, the two of you share earbuds and listen to music, sharing grins and watching the light stream through the windows when the metro passes from underground to above ground

and when it’s finally your stop, the doors slide open and the two of you rush out, bubbling with anticipation

because one, you’re spending time with your favorite person, and two, felix is just so happy because he feels like he’s chosen the perfect outing (+ he gets to spend time with you)

and then, when felix pulls up directions on his phone and the two of you walk down streets and then a dirt path with lots of trees and clouds in the sky, you finally discover the surprise

felix wanted to blindfold you so it could be even more of a surprise

but you said no because, “kinky”

felix: (o_O)

felix presents the area with a flourish.  “here we are.”

you’ve arrived at a strawberry farm, and when the two of you greet the person working there, you both each get one of those small mesh square baskets and are told to fill it up with as much as you want 

price is based on how much it weighs

as the two of you walk toward the field, there’s a little bit of adrenaline coursing through you because of course it’s not an outing with felix unless there’s competition

and really, this was supposed to be cottagecore but you’re more in the mood to beat felix’s ass at strawberry hunting

at first you’re both walking together in the same lanes of the meadow and just slightly lowkey trying to find the biggest strawberry

they smell so nice and you both really have to resist the urge to eat them before you pay (but because you’re both good humans you don’t)

then finally all pleasantries disappeared when you and felix both saw the biggest strawberry at the same time 

and without thinking the two of you lunged for it

felix was screeching in your ear and trying to push you away and you poked him in the ribs and stepped on his foot, and then it turned out the other half was all mushy, and you were both so mad 

this strawberry picking just turned into war

now you and felix split up into different rows of strawberries to find the biggest strawberry, and the rows are so short so you can see each other from across the plants and you both start teasing each other and making fun of the other

the mhm tension���

but while you two take momentary truces, you both take the time to realize how cute the strawberry farm is because nearby there’s a little town with brick and cute boutiques, and there’s a stand that sells special mini apple donuts and freshly squeezed apple juice because there’s an orchard nearby, and there’s even a little petting zoo nearby at the farm

the sunlight is so warm and feels so nice against your face, and there are clouds in the sky, and it’s so beautiful 

plus the sunlight makes felix’s freckles even cuter but you don’t tell him that

before you both count strawberries, felix wants to take you to the apple donut place

and the donuts are so, so cute

they’re mini-sized and smaller than your palm, and they’re dusted with cinnamon sugar and are warm to the touch

you pop one into felix’s mouth, but you kind of miss, and then his nose gets dusted with cinnamon, and you just ... really want to kiss it off, but you can’t because you and felix are just friends

it makes you so sad

but then felix takes cinnamon sugar from the bottom of the apple-donut bag and spreads it in a line across your cheeks 

and now you’re so smiley 

when you two finally finish the donuts and sit down on a table, then you make the rules regarding the strawberry hunt

whoever found the biggest strawberry gets to have the other person answer a question or do something 

felix is so smug when he shows you his chosen strawberry.  he’s so smug, he thinks he’s won already, and there’s this teasing smirk on his face as he can’t stop laughing at you 

“i’m ready for my kiss” 

wait what

felix explain yourself 

but then, you show him your strawberry and yours is bigger than his by like a centimeter

at first felix doesn’t believe you 

but then you both actually measure it with your fingers and when it’s evident you’ve won felix is sad boy

it lowkey looks like he got deflated, and then he pretends to dramatically cry, because he’s so annoying, oh my god

“so mean, (y/n)” 

now that you’ve won, felix has to do something for you, or answer any question 

you’re really trying to think of something good, and half of you is tempted to make felix buy you that apple lotion you saw a few minutes earlier

but you’re also not going to be that mean 

and you also want to make this good because, hell, felix can do whatever you want!  but since you’re still a little confused from earlier, you decide to be more casual about it 

“who do you like?” 

felix blanks and turns pale 

“uh, that’s what you want me to answer?” he bites his lip and tilts his head to the side.  “you can ask me anything, or make me do anything, and you want to know that?” 

you think about it for a second, and he almost has you convinced to choose something else

but you know felix well enough to know he’s lowkey trying to sike you out, and you’re not having it.  not today, bitch 

you shrug, “you always deflect the question, so yeah.  that’s what i wanna know.” 

felix laughs and smushes his face in his hands

and he’s just so cute, half of you doesn’t even want to know his answer 

felix sighs, and after a while he just looks at you with this look that says you’re impossible

“you don’t have to answer if you don’t want,” you finally murmur, unable to look him in the eyes, “i don’t know if i want to know, actually.”

“well, uh, i kind of want you to know, actually,” felix counters, tapping you on the hand with his fingers.  “because i like you. sorry. it just happened? i don’t know, you can get mad at me if you want.”

you stare at felix with wide eyes

and he looks so adorably sheepish and is really flustered, “but you’re still obligated to be my friend, alright?”

and then, while you’re still smiling in shock, felix reaches over, steals your strawberry out of your hands, and eats it

you’re snapped out of your trance instantly

"felix!”

felix quickly snatches his box of strawberries, and runs away from you, but not before reaching across the table to poke you on the cheek 

“lee felix, i’m going to kill you!”

“haha, no you won’t, i’m too segsy to die”

>:((

“felix, i’ll kiss you”

felix freezes and stops running.  his eyes are so wide, oh my god, and he looks so blushy and really soft

when you approach him you feel slightly bad 

but not really

and then you take the opportunity to whack him in the shoulder, steal two strawberries from his box, and eat them 

felix looks so offended 

he whines and wraps you in his arms, giving you a bunch of kisses on your face 

and then you lean up to kiss him on his nose, grinning at him

felix.exe has stopped working

- - 

continue on your journey?

[winsmoke]

𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐚𝐬 disney princesses

↷ ⊹ 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐊𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

After watching Pink Festa, Kun’s Stepmother feels severely threatened by his blinding beauty, forcing him to flee to a cottage with six dwarves. Since WayV and manual labor are not compatible (have you seen dream plan), they use robots to mine the crystals. Is still called Mom and devoutly hates it. When he sings, nature bends to his will. Even though the birdies and woodland animals help him with cooking and cleaning he redoes it the right way: “PUT THOSE TAILS AWAY THE DYSON IS COMING THROUGH.” Asks if the apple you’re offering him is sugar, gluten, pesticide, and fat-free cuz he’s a healthy bitch.

↷ ⊹ 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Becomes captivated by Winwin in a waistcoat and doesn’t fall but dives in the rabbit hole after him to escape a nagging Kun. Nibbles on the cake just so he’s taller than Kun and saves the potion so he can make a travel-sized Johnny or Taeyong. Runs into Tweedleji and Tweedlechi and asks them where Win the rabbit hopped off to but all they do is argue about whose head is bigger (Jisung and Chenle - do I even need to explain). Refuses to paint the roses red because it’s so basic and rainbow is obviously the mood. Before Ten finally catches up to Win the rabbit, he wakes up - only he could dream up such an unhinged world. 

↷ ⊹ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

The worst cinderella. So motherfucking lazy. Manipulates the mice and bluebirds with his aegyo prowess to do all the housework. But too nice to rebel against his stepsisters, Lucastasia and Tenzella, and their devious cat Hendery. Kun, his Fairy Godmother, comes with his magical makeup kit but it doesn’t really work cuz Winderella’s skin is already flawless. Only goes to the ball so he can escape chores. Is literally chased around the ballroom by an adoring Yuta, Taeil, Mark, and a flock of NCT princes (though those three are aggressive). But Winderella is a tall bitch, plus the glass slippers, so whoever ends up dancing with him looks awkward as fuck and will have bruises by midnight. 

↷ ⊹ 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐜𝐞

Dotes over his little sister, Hendana, and is horrified when his powers harm her. To occupy himself during his self-isolation, he gets buff. Is intimidated by the growing relationship between Hendana and Xiaojun of the Southern Isles (is also upset about Xiaojun’s superior eyebrows) and runs away to the northern mountains. Completes his ice castle with a 6 monitor gaming setup, a fitness center, and a walk-in cooler just for meat. Didn’t take long for Hendana to track Lucas down, after one run through “Let it Go,” the whole kingdom knew where he went. Only comes back to Arendelle to unfreeze the kingdom when he realizes he cannot eat meat or most foods without heat. And he might have been a little lonely without Hendana (Winwin the snowboi was not cutting it).

↷ ⊹ 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

The prized princess of the SultaM, Xiaojun is so sheltered, his only friend is Taeyong the tiger. Will order him to attack anyone who shades mint chocolate ice cream (but Xiaojun ripped so he could do it himself). Becomes sick of the SultaM controlling his every move so he escapes with Kun in a jet with his monkey, Yangabu. Eventually, Kun and Yangabu get captured because Kun doesn’t have his pilot license but in reality, the SultaM is just trying to exploit Kun. Realizing Kun could soon be in the same trapped position he’s in, Xiaojun throws his weight around by playing the “well maybe I don’t want to be a princess anymore” card.  

↷ ⊹ 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

Pascal who? As if Hendery would allow an amphibian to reside on his shoulder. Fact check: he didn’t want to leave the tower nor did he have any artistic ability. Hendery is a one-man show that entertained himself by giving himself high-fives, talking to his reflection, and dancing hysterically. Escapes that fucking tower screaming because Ten Rider, his dashing savior, chucked him out the window. First thing they do is knock out the boutique employees with a frying pan to steal new clothes because if it ain’t pink it ain’t shit. When Ten Rider unknowingly eats a poisoned apple, Hendery uses his luscious locks to resurrect him. Plot twist, Ten is the real Snow White.

↷ ⊹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠

Being a sneakerhead is hard when you don’t have feet. But when Yangyang sees a human, Prince Henderic (who else honestly), for the first time, he knows he’s gotta get a pair of legs. But since Kun, King of the Ocean, forbids him from swimming above water, Yangyang turns to Ten, the Sea Witch. Hoping to usurp King Kun, Ten promises to give Yangyang what he wants if he swipes Kun’s trident. Being a slick mermaid, Yangyang realizes Kun is a prude and Ten is psychotic so he snatches the trident for himself and turns them both into sea urchins. After transforming his tail into legs, a nude Yangyang is found on the beach by Prince Henderic who makes him a part of his world. 

[tootster]

How British Television Helped My Body Image

After scrolling past a Facebook highlight clip of the show Toast of London, I was curious to see what the show was all about. For those of you who don’t know, Toast of London is a British comedy. The show is centered around a 40 year old washed up actor Steven Toast as he tries to salvage his acting career. In general, I would say British comedy is much more chaotic and obscure than American comedy sitcoms. If you’re into that type of humor, check out Toast, Inbetweeners, The IT Crowd, or Man Down. But back to Toast, what I liked is that Matt Berry’s character isn’t Dr. McDreamy, he’s much older, a bit of a buffoon, and doesn’t have a perfect body. Yes, Toast doesn’t have washboard abs but his appearance isn’t used as the focal point of the show’s humor. The show features characters of all shapes and sizes which makes it more relatable and comical. Toast’s personality isn’t centered around the fact that he’s older than 30 and slightly overweight; he’s a much more dynamic character. He’s not the stupid fat guy with low self-esteem that we so often see in American programs. Toast gets ladies and exudes confidence.

As someone that’s considered “mid-size”, It’s difficult for me to determine which end of the size spectrum I lean towards. I’m not big enough to be plus size but I’m far from petite. Now don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy watching TLC’s Say Yes to the Dress but it feels very repetitive and doesn’t feature a lot of diverse body types in my opinion. The show typically features someone from a wealthy elite background with a petite runway model body in a mermaid gown by Pnina Tornai. I have to admit that the show has started to feature more plus size brides but the gowns for them don’t wow me. To me they’re either very plain and matronly or look like puff pastry. Seeing larger women fit into these average gowns has left me discouraged in the past. It felt like I was too fat to be in these couture gowns and was stuck with an average unflattering plus size gown. Say Yes to the Dress England that altered my perspective in a positive way. What drew me into this version was the fact that the show featured NORMAL women. The majority of the women come from a working class background and are all ages, shapes, and sizes. Gok Wan selects gowns that accentuate the brides’ best features and makes them feel beautiful. Seeing mid-size brides in gowns that are typically reserved for smaller women here in America felt refreshing and gave me confidence. I also enjoy watching Curvy Bride Boutique!

The show that helped me the most with my body dysmorphia and eating disorder was My Mad Fat Diary. I don’t like watching American programs that discuss eating disorders because they are romanticized and only share the perspective of someone severely underweight. Most people who don’t fit the image of what someone with an eating disorder looks like are refused treatment and not taken seriously. “How could someone that is overweight or look healthy struggle with eating or their body image?” This whole mentality is fucked up. My biggest problem with plus size characters in any genre is that they are 2 dimensional. They’re either overly confident with this “boss bitch” mentality or are the butt of the joke. It’s infuriating to see because it’s not realistic. MMFD features a girl struggling with binge eating disorder, self harm, anxiety, and depression. She also struggles with jealous and tries to find a way to fit in with her friend group. In the end, she learns to deal with her emotions and trusts people, it’s a beautiful story. But what makes it even better is that SHE DOESN’T GO THROUGH A PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION! My god, I’m so sick of this idea that in order to be happy and “love yourself”, you must go through some magical mental and physical transformation. Being able to accept yourself (especially as a plus size individual) for who you are is not an easy task and pushing this idea that you won’t be loved until you drastically change is toxic. The show teaches viewers that you don’t have to lose weight and love everything about yourself to be fully happy. It’s a slow process but we need to understand that people will love us regardless of how we see ourselves.

[kurtty-drabbles]

DOn´t lose your head au (check out the body)

N/A: something short about Kurt D, the squad and Ariel seeing the body. I did flip the coin here.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead

The sweet tone pairs in the air indicating that fresh pies are ready for a new day, while, some will be delivered Ifood style, and the saccharine aroma certainly makes the sweet tooth worth of the moniker, yet, one head has no time to truly appreciate the smell (although he wish he could the apple pie certainly makes even a bitter headless horseman want to take a bite)

“So…Are you really going to do it?” Kurt asked trying to not sound to trouble as Ariel may be a scary lady, but, she never truly face a dark fae and Kurt is a strength of nature if he can say so.

“Worried for me?” her head gentle turns to his as now they are in the same level with Kurt D being on the first shelve. Now, she smiles smugly mimicking his style. “Don´t be, I´ll be fine” and adds “plus, I won´t be alone” and she picks up a pink cake box that is on Kurt´s head size perfectly.

Kurt is bemused. “pink?”

“Are you saying your masculinity is that frail that a pink box is a big menace to you?”

“Of course not…you´re having fun with this, aren´t you?”

And Ariel offers a nice smile at him beaming and Kurt only sighs as the pink box is staring at him. “Look, I may be lack common sense to fear you, but, I´m well aware that going to rich parts of the city with a talking head is not the way to go”

Kurt can see her logic, but, voices one question. “Logan told the police will be inspecting the place…I think your disguise is not as well thought as you think”

“Well, Kurt, you can do magic, can´t you?”

“…yes, so that means the plan is not entirely stupid”

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The squad is formed. Dani and Rhane will be with section two, Logan and Sunspot will be with the central park, Yana and Karma will be in the boutiques and Ariel will walking around as if she´s doing a deliver herself. Kurt still thinks the plan is dumb but not as dumb as he initially thought.

“Yana and Karma have synchronized our thoughts so if anyone spot the body of Mr Sunshine just calls us mentally and we´ll face this together” Logan states knowing this word is a catchphrase of a teen movie that Jubilee loves to watch religiously.

Everyone nods even though Dani is not showing the same feeling the others are to Logan and is very noticeable she takes the second route to be away from him.

He knows it.

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“Still mad at Logan?” Rhane asked cautiously as Dani is not in a good mood as she´s marching instead of walking and stops to gaze to Rhane.

“Yes, I can forgive the man responsible for Doug´s death, Rhane, I can´t…”

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Ariel and the pink cake box are walking in the nicest part of this town. Since there is almost no one and people are too caught up with paranoia to notice a woman talking with a pink box and getting replies from there.

“Is the fae world like this?” Ariel asked now curious.

“Uhm, no, but, I think the sentiment is the same…they prefer luxury over anything…” his tone is sombre and Ariel can see the corner of his face turned into a grimace.

“And your house was like that?”

“Uhm…” now the grimace stops as the fae is pondering “I don´t have a house, per se, I feel more at home riding and killing”

“Oh…I see you like it?”

“Like it?” Kurt repeats the question.  "What you mean by that?“

"Well, I work in my bakery but I certainly don´t do only that…” she trails off as Kurt is silent and Ariel was sure he wouldn´t say anything, yet, the fae replies. “would you teach me how to make that apple pie?”

“Of course, once you get your body back…”

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The sound of hoofs are making its own soundtrack in this area as the fog is the curtains covering the horse and the creature riding. And the smell of death is giving a wild berth to it silent stalk the next victim.

And the merry conversation stops as the woman and the pink box notice the fog. And as she turns, there´s no surprise on her part, but, the body was really surprise(incredibly hard to tell) to see its own head being held.

“You´re taller than what I imagined”

“I get that a lot”

And maybe Ariel is being cocky as she forgets or deems not necessary to call back-up and that was a mistake as the body, once appearing to want to be united with his own head, now, is being pulled away by a dark energy, well, a purple hue energy is literally glowing from Kurt´s body.

Kurt growls at the same time his chanting words are being used, sadly with little success as the body does not seem to move. And Ariel notices that the body is vanishing as the fog is lifting.

“Kurt, can you keep a tracking spell or something on the body,” Ariel asked and Kurt didn´t reply until the body is out of the sight.

“Yes and I already did…Son of a bitch” Kurt curses for 3 minutes until he´s calmer now. “That was a doing of the most pathetic fae I ever have the displeasure of meeting. Dark Beast…he has my body…damn”

“Is my fault too. I should have called for back up…”

“No, is not your fault, even if you had called them …Dark Beast´s spell is too strong”

“I´m sorry Kurt, we´ll get your body”

“I know and…thank you”

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Ariel was properly scowled by Logan who offers no excuses for her mistake, meanwhile, a new plan will be formed and the media will have a nice time saying that the crazy serial killer didn´t take anyone´s life …tonight.

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The bells ring in the port as the morning arrives and the good neighbours are still in peace with humans, while, one fae is searching with determination for someone and she has no qualms in killing if is necessary.

“Rogue, Rogue, Rogue!” Deadpool waves at her getting the fae´s attention. Deadpool is a fae that is unknown even by the ancient ones, but, there´s a rumour that he really speaks with Death.

“What´s it, Deadpool?”

“I found your brother”

“I know where Abyss is and I know he´s already dead…killed by his own stupidity” Rogue states coldly.

“So cold and here comes the nice twist, no, Rogue, I know where your grumpy brother is…a pretty lady named Ariel catches his head”

And now Rogue is listening with all the attention. This Ariel woman makes a big mistake in capturing her brother´s head.

[footbaliimagines]

surprise (an antoine griezmann imagine)

You’ve always been a terrible liar.

You could never get away with lying to teachers about homework, or come up with white lies on the spot to get you out of sticky situations. More importantly, you couldn’t lie to Antoine about your plans for his birthday.

Which consisted of a surprise party and the biggest chocolate cake you’ve ever seen, despite you telling him that you thought maybe you could go out for dinner at the Italian place you knew he loved. Some of the guys from Atletico had approached you with ideas of what to do for his birthday, and as soon as Saul had suggested a surprise party, you’d leapt off your chair and decided adamantly that it just had to happen.

(Cue 2 months of sneakily buying decorations and presents and brushing Antoine off when he suggested maybe taking a helicopter to Venice to celebrate for the weekend, just the two of you.)

(God, saying no to that had been difficult.)

When his birthday morning arrives, you lie straight through your teeth that his present hadn’t arrived in time. It’s a good job he has his back to you and is too busy buttering his toast to notice the smile tugging on your lips, and he simply kisses you in response and asks, what’s the need for presents in the first place when I have you right here with me?

(He’s far too lovely and far too romantic, and you could honestly cry.)

Then, when he tells you he fancies heading down to Buen Retiro Park for the afternoon, maybe getting lunch and some cocktails at that cute boutique in the city, you have to shake your head violently. “I thought maybe we could just spend the day here. I could make you a cake!” You warble.

He frowns initially, mind flashing back to the last time you attempted- and subsequently failed to- bake cupcakes, the state of the kitchen and the burning smell that had lingered in your oven for weeks afterwards. “Maybe avoid the baking stuff, babe.” He laughs lightly, before pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m going to head upstairs and ring my Mum. I’ll be back in a bit, mon amour.”

You let him go upstairs, with his mate cup in one hand and toast in the other, and you’re pretty sure the guilt washing over you nearly pushes you over the edge.

You thought practice would make perfect.

But every time you’re forced to lie again, to tell him that dammit, you swore you’d ordered a proper cake! or to suggest staying in watching a film instead of going out for dinner, it feels more and more disingenuous. You’re petrified that your cover is going to get blown any time soon. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to head out for dinner?” He asks.

It’s 5 o’clock now, and Antoine’s head is in your lap, you’re watching some reality show and running your fingers through his hair. “Hmmm.” You hum, fixing your gaze on the television. “Would you rather not just stay in?”

“Well, um, not really.” He wrinkles his nose up. “I kind of wanted to go out for dinner.”

“Fine. I guess we could.” You sigh dramatically. “What about that Italian place? The one we went to the other month?”

(It’s a tiny, dimly lit restaurant with a menu the size of your hand and a spaghetti Bolognese that made you both vomit for days after. The look on his face as he attempts to grimace a smile is so perfect and so close to causing you to blow your cover that you fake a cough before he gets suspicious.)

He opens his mouth to reply but silence ensues, and then sits up before frowning. You ask him in mock concern, “Are you okay? You look a bit…annoyed.”

He looks at you tellingly, before exhaling and shaking his head. “You know what- and I really didn’t want to actually have to say something- but I am annoyed. It’s my birthday and I thought that maybe you’d have planned something a bit more, you know, special? Instead we haven’t moved all day and now you’re taking me to that Italian place- I appreciate the gesture more than you know, but seriously? I had to spend the whole day with my head in the toilet after we ate there last time! And I thought that maybe we’d do more, get lunch, go out for drinks. Plus, you’re not the kind of person to turn down drinking alcohol before noon.”

“That’s kind of hurtful, you know.” You let your voice wobble.

Antoine’s face falls and guilt instantly washes over his eyes.

(Move over, Meryl Streep. You were the best god damn actress in the world.)

“Look, I’m sorry. Maybe it’s the stress, or nerves because of our Champions League fixture, or whatever. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” He rushes forward, taking your hands in his. “I’m sorry. Should we leave soon, then? For the Italian?”

“I mean, if you even want to leave-“

“Of course I do.” He picks up your hand. “I would go anywhere for you.” Antoine kisses your knuckles and then reaches forward to press a light kiss to your lips. “I’ll go and get dressed and then I can call a cab. Again, I’m sorry.”

He looks genuinely apologetic and again- again- you’re so close to blowing your cover. He’s too sweet and it looks like he’s seriously flustered after voicing his thinly veiled annoyance. You pull out your phone and go to text Fernando. We’re leaving in 5!!!! I repeat, sunflower is officially leaving the garden in 5!!!!! WE’LL BE THERE IN T MINUS 15 MINUTES!!!!

(The cheesy nicknames were all your idea, that you were proud to admit.)

It’s a mild, spring night, and the sun is only just setting. He’s in his best jeans and even combed his hair for this, and you link his arm as you both walk down the street. “This isn’t the Italian place.” He frowns.

You hook your hand more firmly into the crook of his elbow. “Is it not? I swear I told the taxi driver the right address.”

“No, I’d remember.” He shakes his head, frowning. “Where even are we?”

“By the Italian place, right?”

“Babe, I swear that’s not around here. Aren’t we closer to Fernando’s?”

“Hm. Weird.” You reply shortly. “Hey, um, Antoine?”

“Yeah?”

“Hypothetically speaking, if I asked you to put on a blindfold right now, right here, what would you think?”

“I’d probably ask you to save it for somewhere more private.”

“Behave.” You giggle. “Seriously, though?”

“I’d probably think something along the lines of, why the fuck is my girlfriend such a creep?”

“Ha ha ha.” You roll your eyes, pulling out a piece of red fabric- it’s one of your headbands, you notice- and gesturing to it. “Can I?”

“What is going on?”

He lets you tie it around his face (but not before you manage to pull his hair and make him yelp in pain about three dozen times) and there’s a grin, a nervous, excited one, creeping onto his face. It’s almost as if he knows what’s about to come. “I swear to God, if you let me trip up-“

You laugh, reaching for his hand and pulling out your phone. “Hold my hand.”

Blindfold on!!!!! T minus 5 minutes!!!!!

It’s a short, brisk walk from where you’re currently stood to Fernando’s house, and you manage to keep babbling at a ridiculously high noise level to hide the sounds of opening his front gate and pushing open the front door. “Can I take my blindfold off, now?”

(He’s been asking you this non stop, and he reminds you of Donkey when Shrek and Fiona are trying to get to the Kingdom of Far Far Away.)

“Patience is a virtue. Shh.”

It’s dark and unusually quiet in Fernando’s house, and you let out an excited squeal when you see the outlines of the decorations hung around his shadowy living room. You find yourself gripping his hand even tighter, zoning out from the relentless questions he was asking. What are we doing, where are we going, babe if you’re trying to murder me I swear I can scream louder than you, is this for my birthday, why are we inside now, what’s going on?

“Surprise!”

“Merde!” He hisses, and you feel him leap away from your side as the lights flicker on.

You tug the blindfold off his face and the lights flicker on. There are balloons, of every single colour you can think of (Antoine had always been adamant that he didn’t have a favourite colour), crowding around Fernando’s living room, a playlist made specially by Koke and Filipe featuring an array of songs (from current songs Antoine liked to cringey French songs from his childhood to early noughties R&B) and fairy lights strung around the ceiling that Fernando later informs you, took him 3 and a half hours to pin up.

All of your friends are grinning at you and you glance quickly at him. His eyes are wide and he’s beaming and you feel your heart swell.

(Best surprise birthday party ever.)

-

The night eventually draws to an end, and it’s now way past 1.

It’s only you, Antoine, Fernando and his wife left now, and the latter two have headed to the kitchen to get started with the washing up. It’s still warm enough outside for the patio doors to remain open, and Antoine approaches you. You sip on your drink, humming softly, pleased not only with how smoothly the night has gone but also with how much Antoine seems to have enjoyed it.

He’s spent the better part of the last 5 hours grinning from ear to ear, taking photos and laughing, and you wish you could have taken a photograph of the moment when all of your friends had jumped out and yelled surprise. You’re smiling again, as you do every time you think of him, when he hugs you from behind, pressing his chin into your shoulder. “Thank you. So, so much.” Antoine murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It meant the world.”

“You mean the world.” You reply, grasping his hands which were wrapped around your waist and letting your head back to lean against his firm chest. “I hope you liked it.”

“Liked it? Babe, this has the best birthday ever.” He begins to babble. 

You grin and turn around to face him..

He’s so excited, so bubbly and it’s just so, so, Antoine, being this full of energy despite the time, and you hold his face between your hands. “I’m sorry for having to act like a bitch all day. It was so hard.”

“You were a bloody good actress, I must say.”

You smile and kiss him again.

(And this time, you weren’t acting.)

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A.N.: i wrote this for grizi’s birthday which i’m just about (by like 2 hours) posting in time!!! my update schedule has kind of been warped and messed up as of late and i have about 30 pending requests that i’ll write over the next week or so!!! as per please give me feedback or come and say hi here or feel free to have a look at my masterlist!!!

thank you for everything as always!! millie xx

[colanah]

Dream Diary: Entry 3

Of Flowers, M.A.S.H., Dragons and Dinosaurs

The dream began viewing myself asleep on the ratty leather sofa from the home in which I grew up. That’s often a sign to me that the dream will contain stressful elements since home means safety. It’s a reoccurring pattern in most of the dreams I’ve had all my life.

I was sleeping, likely taking a nap while my family went about various activities at home. Mama was cooking, I think my little brother was playing a video game nearby on one of the armchairs. I couldn’t see my eldest brother but sensed he was home as was my little sister.  From

From viewing myself, I drew closer and closer to my own body until passing into it and like the curtains of a stage parting wide, I saw darkness give way to a lovely illumination.

Flowers & Dragons:

It was a wide, impossibly gorgeous field beneath a crystal clear sky dotted with a few clouds. A picturesque scene made all the more surreal because of a battle being waged in the center.  Men in armor of chain and helmets were battling monsters and what looked to be a thick root of a knotted vine thick and tall as a sequoia. It was a budding, I knew that. Or the man nearby was saying ‘they’re fighting a bud.

I don’t know where he came from but it’s a dream. These things happen.

Soon enough, I found myself entering a kingdom right out of a fantasy novel.  Colorful rooftops, intriguing peasantry and somehow,  I was nabbed to join the fighters. It turns out that they needed able-bodied individuals and were glad to have t he stories of a stranger.  I’m not sure how they figured I was competent enough to fight but they did.

Among the Knights of this realm was a red haired woman who wore the color blue. An elf who looked like Legolas’ cousin. It turns out he was a representative of a silver dragon in the realm but rather controversial as once, his dragon had been gold before his Flowering.  There were other knights. A dark haired man who wore white and red like a Templar, an older gent in green and white and me, dubbed the Lady of Dusk.

Through the dream, I learned the history fo that realm. That the people had lived peacefully until a star fall which brought the first buds from heaven like a calamity.  Since then, creatures had appeared, as much plant as an animal, some vaguely human but all murderous.  The realms had found these beasts and beings difficult to combat but in nearly all places, a Champion had arisen or arrived, gifted with seemingly impossible abilities that let them face those foes.

The elf was a curiosity because of his dragon friend, a spirit or creature, which had changed colors and temperament after the buds fell.  Where once the golden dragon of his town (I hate that I can never remember the names of things from the dreams) had been aloof but benevolent, this silver version wished to battle and his people feared for its life.

The strange man who’d mentioned the bud to me initially recited this history of sorts. It seems he was the only person trying to document everything happening while others felt it better to fight and survive.  The buds came from spores of large flowering grottos but if they fell on a creature, it was possible the animal would mutate and warp.  “What the people don’t know, is that the budded creatures and their champions are one in the same. Each knight you see passed through a flower.  The buds are seeds, undeveloped and wild. Most plants will create an environment to bloom safely.  The (unrecallable name) flower fashions a nest of vines and once the inside is safe, its flowers change colors and do naught but bloom and bloom and bloom.  The poor things they’re fighting ran into those vines so they’re fighting to keep the center safe. Our Knights passed through the center of such nests I bet.  They encountered the safer flowers and gained powers, but not a one will say where or how.”

M.A.S.H. Up

After his explanation, I went to the castle with the others because some horror was coming and the towering structure was the safest place to be. Inside, it was like a cathedral, full of high stairs and dark secret corners. Here, I ran into Hawkeye and Radar.  Radar had been asked what the phrase ‘those idiots’ meant and in his nervous way, he explained it meant the officers.When pressed by Burns as to who taught him that word, Radar sheepishly pointed the finger to Hawkeye.

Well, that just pissed off the officers in question, Burns and Houlihan. As a punishment upped Hawkeye’s rank. He was now an Officer’s Officer and heaped with all kinds of responsibilities which being Hawkeye, he hated. Hated and tried desperately to sabotage to stick it to the man.

Yes, I’m aware he had at least a rudimentary respect for some rules and was an officer himself, but it’s a dream. Where’s logic in those?

Well, that dream segment ended when Hawkeye was sabotaging a test for the new recruits by making the questions into a cipher that had the answers built into them!  Houlihan, of course, caught on and was going to bust him when The Beast broke through the outer walls and both M.A.S.H. officers....who were also Knights, had to race out to help fight it.

It was around this point that wakefulness started edging in and a sleepy dream me was being told it was time to go to the mall to pick up an outfit. My little brother was feeding his pet brontosaurus which had mistaken my braids for leaves and we were trying to get my hair untangled from its teeth.  Somehow, the creature was huge and yet small enough to fit in a split level home.

We left him at home since he said he wanted to play his game to beat the next level as well as keep the dinosaur company.  We arrived at the mall at night and of course, things were closed.  That’s when I met The Bitch.

Divas and Opera Day:

The mall wasn’t simply the usual storied encapsulation of businesses, but also a kind of entertainment venue built in. Today was Opera day and each store within had a theme for Phantom of the Opera. Marble twisting staircases, crystal chandeliers, candelabras and stone pillars were more a feature of this high-class store than plain escalators and foam mannequins.

As I said though, the mall was closed. Just then, a pretty young Korean woman approached the guard and through a combination of flirting and low-grade bullying, managed to get my family inside to shop. We hit a high-class plus-sized boutique and the owner, another fabulously dressed Korean woman, said they were closed.

Well, the diva who had decided to help us, again used her skills to get the store opened and my mother and me inside where a young Latin woman was working and offered to help. Diva and store owner were elsewhere and the Diva kept trying to reassure my mother that the bill would be covered since she added my name to some documents that...sounded suspiciously like forgery to me.

Typically, I scoff at high end Plus Size stores since they rarely have anything in my style. And this was no different. Matronly blouses, plain skirts, and tops with unimaginative designs. Tents and drapery. Nothing embroidered, batiked or with a hint of pixie flare.

It took ages to find even a handful of outfits that looked passable and when we purchased them, it was the manager herself who rung us up. she was being unusually nice and from the smile on the Diva’s face,  I got the feeling some flim-flam had taken place.  Once our items were purchased, the Diva turned into a rude and snippy thing at the owner, causing the poor woman to look on the verge of tears.

My Southern can’t abide rudeness so with a glare to the newly dubbed Bitch, I apologized and we all departed to get some food. Downstairs, the mall was getting ready to open f or the day.  Dancers and actors in costume paraded around to practice miniature acts to entertain customers who began to arrive.  We went to a small bar and grill to eat. That’s when waking really began to intrude in the form of thirst and basic necessities.  I’d excused myself from an argument with the Bitch about why she couldn’t just use my name to get stuff, to grab a drink and...that’s when I woke up.

[fleetwood-snacc]

real talk, forever 21 is shutting down because we all found out that shein has cheaper and better clothes that actually fit anyone bigger than a 6.

for real, i’m a size 8 and i can’t fit into f21’s “standard” sizes. whatever, sometimes my big thighs are the reason and i do have to shop in plus in stores like that. except f21’s plus sizes are too big for me. so for the 8-12’s out there, there’s just nothing in that store that fits properly. if you wanna go oversize or buy some basics that might fit, you can, but i don’t shop online with them because i know their clothes won’t fit me right. i tried shein (i know fast fashion is awful for the planet ugh I KNOW but i am fucking poor and there are some basics you can’t thrift like bodysuits and shit) and honestly? everything i’ve gotten from shein except one bralette that i really didn’t have high hopes for has fit me well and actually been pretty decent quality. and the stuff that is labeled to fit a 8/10 actually fits me, a size 8.

so, yeah, forever 21 shutting down doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. their clothes have been ugly for years now. a seemingly cute item will always have a flaw: a cute dress that’s too short for girls over 5’3, nice basics that say things like “unicorn bitch” on the back, or just everything drastically shrinking. high school girls can’t wear that shit to school so their moms won’t buy it for them, and they probably won’t spend their own babysitting money on it if they can’t wear it anywhere besides jason’s kegger. grown ass women can’t wear that shit anywhere, and college girls have discovered the local boutiques or nastygal/all the other online retailers that have more grown up stuff. forever 21 was making clothes for LA wannabe influencers who wouldn’t touch forever 21 with their gucci belt. they prefer h&m because it’s european and makes them feel cooler. also h&m makes clothes that normal people can wear.