#all these things are BEAUTFUL WHY DO YOU HATE JOY

[rebloggedsunsox]

Why are people not excited by the "mundane every day" pretty things in life. Why do you think you're cool for not appreciating that the stars look pretty every night. Oh the sun set yesterday too you tell me? So what this one put purple in the clouds tonight you fool what is your point

i don't trust people who aren't excited when they see the moon, the stars, and the sky in its beautiful colors

[zimms]

i guess this is kind of for @omgcpanniversaryweek day 4: free space

okay, omgcp princess bride au:

so bitty is buttercup and jack is wesley

but with the extra complication of jack being some prince from a far off land (maybe guilder?) that's run away from his responsibilities to be a farm boy for bitty and his family after his overdose

they slowly fall in love and jack realises that if they want to marry and gain the approval of bitty's parents, he'll need to actually make a name for himself or at least find the money to support them, as bitty's baking business won't be able to keep two adults afloat.

so he decides reluctantly to return to his parents' land and seek both their approval and their forgiveness for running away

but whilst he's sailing there, his ship is attacked by the dread pirate falconer and he's never seen again

a couple of years later, bitty is betrothed to marry kent parson, but thankfully he's kidnapped on his way to the wedding, by shitty, ransom and holster. shitty's using the business as an excuse to travel and search for his girlfriend, larissa, who's been missing for years. ransom is a swordsman from guilder who's trying to prove himself again after he was the one that failed to keep an eye on jack, the first time he disappeared (from his parents' lands), then holster's just there because he's good at his job (being a giant) and he just wants to stay with ransom.

as they're fleeing across the ocean, they're pursued, not just by the dread pirate falconer, but also his entire crew.

naturally ransom and the dread pirate falconer begin to sword fight. it's a close fought match because ransom and jack grew up together and ransom was the one that taught jack to swordfight (for the sake of this au ransom is older than jack)

also those two would have the politest sword fight ever. tell me otherwise.

"you seem a decent fellow; i hate to kill you."

"you seem a decent fellow; i hate to die."

when jack says that final sentence, ransom finally realises who it is and wraps him up in a hug and starts rambling on and on about how much he missed him and how worried he was.

(both of them shed a lot of tears in those few moments after the sword fight)

whilst jack was busy fighting ransom, the rest of the crew of the falconer have carried on ahead after shitty, bitty and holster

tater is taller than holster (the self-proclaimed giant), so he knocks him out in one hit

thirdy: dude, what the fuck? jack said no violence??? why would you do that?

tater, who's been looking for an excuse to try that for months: well, whoops, i guess i just didn't understand him? english is very difficult language, you know?

thirdy, pinching the bridge of his nose: jesus fucking christ

marty and poots pursue shitty and bitty, but they get so confused by his logic game that they decide to just wait for jack to get there?

poots: no i'm good at logic puzzles

marty: then can you explain why this guy keeps using the words "fucking beaut" every five seconds then?

poots:

marty: i thought so

jack finally gets there and shitty, being shitty, just goes "hey, i'm a big fan of your work. the whole dread pirate falconer thing is really cool, and i love what you've done since you fled your parents kingdom"

jack's very confused

"why would you set up a series of challenges for me and my men to get through if you just wanted to meet me?"

"well, it was more fun than just walking up to you and shaking your hand."

however, bitty's horrified by this entire interaction

his kidnappers and the man that murdered his boyfriend are getting along like a house on fire, whilst he's sat here with his hands tied together

he wriggles free and seizing his opportunity whilst everyone else is being buddy buddy, he pushes jack down the hill, cursing him out for being the man that killed jack

"aaaasssss yooooouuuuu wiiiiiissssshhhhhh"

oh fuck.

bitty rolls down the hill after him

and because the falcs, rans, shitty and holster are all utter fools. they also follow jack and bitty down the hill

(there's a footpath literally three paces to their left. none of them had to risk getting a concussion. but lardo isn't here and she is literally all of the core 6's impulse control. ditto for the falcs without george)

the fireswamp goes surprisingly well. the ROUSs do make an appearance, but shitty is surprisingly good at making them calm down, so somehow everyone escapes

unfortunately, having escaped the rats in the forest, they encounter an even bigger rat: kent parson himself.

kent's men surround the entirety of jack and bitty's group of friends, so bitty finally yields and accepts that he'll return to marry kent (wink, wink)

(there's a small sideplot here where kent and jack, being the princes of two neighbouring kingdoms, used to be good friends, but when jack ran away without warning, kent held a grudge for years. eventually, after jack's "death" at sea, he tracked down bitty and decided to marry him simply for the drama. he's not in love with bitty. he just kind of wanted revenge against jack.)

anyway, jack's captured by kent's men and sent to the Pit of Despair, by he's looked after by a really nice woman

"'sup, my name's lardo."

(jack fails to connect the dots between this lardo and the lardo that shitty says he's been looking for)

bitty, upon returning to the castle, demands that kent bring jack to see him. kent's pretty enraged by this, so instead he decides to go and shout at jack for an hour (basically a replay of the year 2 argument in canon) because he is the epitome of emotional maturity.

as this is happening, the others are wandering through the forest, trying to find jack.

they find him from the sounds of his sobbing afterwards

after comforting him, shitty and lardo have their romantic reunion

("oh, this is lardo?" "how many people do you think have the name lardo, dude?")

anyway, they carry onto the castle and rescue bitty.

tater takes a great deal of joy in lifting kent off the ground and shouting at him before they make their escape.

the end.

[lyricalimerence]

10 Things I Hate About You • 001

masterlist • 001, 002, 003... coming soon

Chapter One — The Rule

summary: jj & rafe talk w/ the dean, regular expositional stuffs

word count: 1618

warnings: a singular swear word, sexual innuendos & use of euphemisms for terms used in writing smut, allusions to underage drug use.

a/n: i hope this chapter isn't boring 😔 but yALL IM BEYOND EXCITED TO START THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA KDJD

The Kildare County High School of the Outer Banks in North Carolina is a tale of two cities. The Kooks and the Pogues each have their metaphorically crowned Princes and Princesses, and separate castes in their social hierarchies walking the halls. As one Kook Princess, Kacey Brooks, violently rips a poster advertising the Spring Fling dance off the bulletin board, the Pogue Prince, JJ Maybank, and the Kook Prince, Rafe Cameron, are just about to run into each other in the doorway of the Dean’s office.

The Dean is a thin woman with a raspy voice. She’s snappy, vulgar, and in the midst of writing plotless, and pointless, smut into a novel.

JJ is sat on the opposite side of the Dean's desk, starting at the HP emblem etched into the back of her computer, the clacking of the keyboard keys echoed through the office. He knew why he landed himself there, he just wished she would let him go already. She wanted him gone, he wanted him gone, cut out the middleman and let him leave. The Dean wanted to write out graphic ( and disturbing ) sex scenes, and JJ wanted to get to the quad where he could watch Gracie Brooks from afar in between second and third period.

The Dean carefully closed her laptop, her thin, almost witchy fingers treating her creative medium with more respect than she's ever shown the students of Kildare County. Tapping her thick, pink framed glasses up the tanned bridge of her crooked nose, her eyes settled on JJ. He leant backwards in his chair, tipping precariously on its back legs. He looked the same as he always did when he came face to face with the Dean; a heather grey Coors t-shirt with the sleeves cut off draped over his shoulders—the emblem on the center of his shirt was problematic in itself—, navy blue cargo shorts hung relatively low from his hips, but not enough that he was showing anymore than anyone wanted to see, and his black combat boots left black treds on the tile flooring from the rubber soles. Tousled blond tendrils of hair were more or less disheveled than usual as they curled around his forehead, shading his cerulean eyes that were watching the Dean expectantly.

“Alright, Maybank. You’ve been absent the past week.” She picked up the file that was placed next to her closed laptop, a single piece of printer paper sticking out of the manila folder. her eyes scanned the corner of the paper, just soaking in the most surface level information as to why JJ Maybank was sitting in her office—again.

He nodded slightly, just barely dipping his chin in acknowledgement. “Yes, Ma’am. Do you wanna know—” JJ knew their conversation wouldn't last much longer. The Dean wanted him in and out. She had to mark that the student was in her office as part of her job description, but she didn't actually have to offer them advice or discipline.

“That’s enough. I’m sure this will happen again, just don’t be so obvious next time.” The Dean, who JJ knew by first name ( they were that well acquainted ), stood out of her chair to shoo the blond out of her small workspace she grew to call… her imaginative corner. The needy, shit-for-brains teenagers that were in and out of the place all day were ruining the “aura.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Ma’am.” JJ replied as he turned on his boot-clad heel through the doorway, only to come face-to-face with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince in all his Ralph Lauren polo glory. It wasn’t that JJ was short—he wasn’t at six feet tall—, but Rafe had two inches of height up on him. Even in a metaphorical sense, Rafe seemingly always had the upper hand. Whether it was from a financial, familial, or even school performance standpoint.

So, with a pointed glare ( that was returned by Rafe ), JJ stepped through the doorway, eager to rid himself of the Cameron boy's presence before he threw a punch for no reason besides intuition.

The Dean looked up as JJ walked away, leaving Rafe to turn in towards the interior of the office, a smirk that was bound to stick on his face like a silly childhood white lie, pulling at the corner of his lips. “Rafe Cameron,” her scratchy voice drawled as she dropped her clipboard about a foot onto her desk, letting the clattering sound echo. Rafe didn’t bother with the formalities of sitting down, he, like JJ, knew he would be in and out before he could say the words, “Outer Banks.”

“I see we’re making these visits a weekly ritual.”

“Only so I can see you, Ma’am.” His smirk widened into a sarcastic grin. Despite being so, outlandishly different, Rafe and JJ were uncannily the same. Even in ways they wouldn’t be caught dead with another person knowing about. “Should I play our collection of Frank Ocean songs?”

“Very clever, Rage.” She exaggerated her calling him Rage, his name was so close to the word and the word described almost his entire personality. The Dean relished in the irony. She picked up another manila folder, flipping through the papers inside she looked back towards the boy with disdain. “Says here you snorted coke in the cafeteria?”

Rafe sighed, what it said was absolutely the truth, but he couldn’t get by without putting at least a little effort in. “I was joking, I was pretending to do a bump when it was just salt.”

“Salt?” The Dean walked towards Rafe ready to push him out of her office, although the snorting of coke started turning gears in her crude brain. “That had to burn going down didn’t it? Next time, do it in the bathroom. Now, adios!”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Rafe left the Dean’s office, where she was opening up her laptop once more, muttering to herself, “Snorting coke...high sex? Bump, sounds modern.”

. . .

In the heart of the quad, as the wind picked up, blowing the remnants of an oceanic breeze across the grounds of the high school, JJ fell into step with his best friend—John B. Neither had materials needed for class. John B had a piece of paper stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts, and JJ was going off maybe having a pen or pencil in the amalgam of beer bottle caps and the paper with which he handrolls his joints jingling in one of the various pockets in his cargo shorts. Groups of people stand in their own, small congregations. There are the basic beauts—the Kook girls and guys that have nothing going for them besides their looks. Their parents make good money, enough to stay on Figure Eight, the rich side of the island, but not enough for them to be extraordinary in any feat. There are the surfers; they are Cut’s pride and joy. They adorn their lockers with stickers and listen to reggae music in the halls. One of the only groups in school that intermingled between social classes, that is to say the only group that blurred the line between Kook and Pogue, are the stoners. Lots of smoking weed, but sometimes someone can rope in something stronger. Normally, it was cocaine, considering the expansive market for the drug in the Outer Banks.

John B and JJ found another one of their close friends, Pope. The three Pogues were in their own little world, talking amongst themselves about possible storms heading in that would create surges perfect to surf when Gracie Brooks and her best friend, Arianna Chavez passed them. JJ’s attention was immediately caught. He was like a fish and whenever he talked to Gracie, saw Gracie, hell, whenever he interacted with her in any way, he would take the bait on the fishing rod. She was like a magnet, albeit, she didn’t quite return his feelings.

Gracie is one of Figure Eight’s finest. Her mother split a few years ago, and neither Gracie, nor her older sister Kacey Brooks, have told anyone why. Steve Brooks—Kacey and Gracie’s father—is an obstetrician, and one of the very few on the island. That in itself racks in quite the salary for the two Kook princesses to spend.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, as the two girls passed him.

Gracie continued to preach the differences between “like” and “love” via the analogy of her high-top Converse to her Doc Martens. Arianna nodded her head in agreement. While there was just something about Gracie, whether it be her cookie-cutter looking exterior in short dresses or her allusions to a deeper meaning behind her relationships with her shoes, there was also something about Arianna. Before she became best friends with Gracie, she was more outgoing, more talkative, more eloquent with her words, but Gracie’s influence changed that, and if the universe was any indication, it seldom sure that Arianna would revert back to her pre-Gracie self after her influence is gone.

“Dude, you know the rule.” John B said, tugging on JJ’s shoulder as the blond sixteen-year-old almost followed Gracie, like he couldn't help but just be pulled into her wake. It was true, JJ did know the rule. It was widely known that the Brooks sisters Do Not Date. In Kacey’s freshman year, the rule was widely condemned by the male population until halfway through the year something snapped. She was no longer just another Kook Princess with preppy sundresses and vintage Reeboks. Now, all the fuss was on Gracie. Every guy was vying for her attention. She simply relished in the attention, and all JJ could do was pine quietly until graduation. Or, he could meddle. There was always that.

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[little-witchys-cottage]

What society taught me:

That you can be racist if you have good grades

I was 11-12 when this happened

There was this girl we will call her rosy!

Well rosy was a huge racist..

She was the school's pride and joy..

All A+ student who was a " star " athlete.

Most of the schools awards were because of rosy..

So in the schools eyes rosy could do no wrong.

I was 11 when rosy started bullying me and my friend.

She and her sister were very curly red heads who hated black girls with a passion.

She spent a lot of her time picking on me and my friend that we will call her hazel.

Now her sister wasn't racist but a common bully BUT OOOOH ROSY WAS A RACIST!

My friend hazel has very very tight hair very I guess the word would be fluffy?

Like Girl has a afro and has since we were in third grade.

Rosy hated her for her hair and constantly claimed it was faked would yank on hair...a lot..

Rosy hated me for the fact I have autism because " r-tards shouldn't be born " according to rosy..

She also hated me and hazel for our eye colors but that's another story.

For two years we went to the principle about rosy bullying us. Two years... Once we went in everyday for a month hoping sometning would change.. Nothing did.....

But after two years of rosy's bullying and her making hazel cry I lost it on her.

We were in gym and she kept yanking hazel hair and making comments such as

" you can't get this beautful red from any hair dye but you can get yours for a cotton ball "

" cotton head "

" your hair smells like shit "

" do you even wash it "

Now I was fuming as hazel being the pure hearted pacifist that she is was trying to calm me.

Then Rosy said

" Oh hazel..sweetie no one likes N-word hair.."

She didn't say the N-word nooo she said the whole N-word like... The N-word...N-word..the whole thing..

I saw red and I screamed

" that's it! I'm gonna rip that hair gotta your head! You fire crotch bitch!"

I jumped on her and I tried to rip her hair from her scalp...

Yes I did hurt her. I didn't get to rip out her hair but I kicked the heck outta her.

So we were sent to the principle... Guess who got in trouble?

Not rosy

Even though other kids admitted being witness to her being abusive.

But I got in trouble!

They were gonna expell me and I went off on him because he tried to blame us for rosy's behavior. How we should have came to him first. So I went

" we did... Every day for a month.... Hazel bruises from rosy are on her nurse record go look.. We came and talked to you about this mutiple times during these two years so why didn't you do anything? Those conversations are on record so don't say we didn't come to you for help cause that's a lie. I told you last time if you didn't handle it then I would. I warned you! I handled it! "

Yes I yelled at the principle and it wouldn't have been the first or last time.

So I didn't get expelled but just put in detention....

The school let a lot of bad things slide such as racism + ableism + sexual assult + teachers abusing students + homophobia + transphobia + hardcore sexism..

It wasn't have been first time I got into a fight because the school refused to help.

[ashes-and-ashes]

*Tanky = the real ship of my whole friend group feat my two friend Tan and Ky.

~

“Bullshit. There is no possible way that you don’t think that they are cute.”

Sirius doesn’t even bother to look at Remus’ phone, out on the table in front of them. “Jesus Christ Re. Get your creepy fanfics out of here.”

“They’re not my fanfics,” Remus says petulantly. “I can’t write as good as this. There’s this guy on Tumblr - you’ll like his username, it’s @siriusly-over-it and his writing is amazing. Incredible. Like, listen: Tan’s eyes were like the sun, all golden light and fire, so bright that Ky was burning - “

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Sirius mutters. “Now he’s reading me gay porn.”

“They haven’t done anything yet,” Remus tells him. “But the author just recently changed the rating on the fic from an M to an E, so hopefully that means I’ll at least get some smut.”

Sirius stares at him, a wounded expression on his face. “You prefer a gay porno fanfic over me?”

Remus shakes his head. He snatches his phone up from the table; Sirius had refused to even glance at the screen. With a sigh he thumbs through his Tumblr account, past all the familiar fanarts and all the incorrect quotes. He pauses on one image - it’s a drawing, the colours dark and beautful, the twisted bodies somehow conveying sorrow and joy both at the same time. “See? How can you not ship Tanky after this?”

“I do ship Tanky,” Sirius says. “I just don’t ship them enough to write a 70k essay on them boning.”

“Not all stories are of them boning.”

“The vast majority of them are.”

“As if you wouldn’t like to read an explicit 70k, enemies-to-lovers, hate sex - “

“And nope.” Sirius stands up; he cards his fingers through his hair, tugging at the dark strands. “This is where I vanish, before my boyfriend gets a boner talking about fictional characters.”

Remus rolls his eyes. Sirius’ lips quirk up in a small smile; he wraps his hand in the neck of Remus’ hoodie, yanking him across the table to kiss him hard. Remus relaxes, lets Sirius run his hands over his waist, finishing off the kiss with a sharp nip at his lower lip.

“Ow. That hurts.”

Sirius winks. “Maybe you can search that up next. ‘Tanky, lip biting, slow burn - ‘“

“Oh you’ve totally searched that up before.”

Sirius just laughs, shrugging his backpack on one shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe I’m a secret fanfic writer by night.”

Remus flips him off. “Seriously- “

“Yes?”

“Fuck you. It’s pretty incredible - there’s this entire community on there, and you can either write or just lurk around like I do!”

Sirius leans his head on Remus’ shoulder. He smiles, breath warming Remus’ skin. “You and your creepy cult.”

Remus shoves him and laughs.

~

The light wakes him up.

He’s always been a light sleeper, ever since Grayback came. He can still remember it; the creaking of the door, the soft footfalls padding across he carpet. Grayback’s face, the utter hunger that had crossed his face as he whispered, “Look what we have here.”

Remus shudders, pulling the blanket tighter around him. 5 foster houses later and he still couldn’t get Grayback out of his head, erase the feeling of fingers and knives and choking. The scars never faded either, another mark that Grayback had left.

He’s not quite sure what it is - the light is down, barely enough to be noticeable. Remus turns in his bed, searching the dark room for the light.

His gaze falls on Sirius; he was obviously on his phone under the covers, the thick blanket not enough to hide the greenish glow emitting from the screen. His back was facing Remus, hair spread out against the pillow; Remus could see his chest rising and falling in time with his breaths.

God he loved Sirius, more then he had loved anything in his life. He still remembers the exact moment; lying on the ground, blood gushing from his nose, Sirius’s face pale and white above him. There were two boys who were taunting him, calling him all sorts of names. It shouldn’t have bothered Remus but it did, bothered him enough that he snapped, all fists and snaps and a red haze.

Afterwards he lay on the ground, his nose gushing blood, Sirius’ hand so tight on his.

“Why?” Sirius whispered - his hands were shaking. “Why did you - “

Remus looked at him and it clicked, that word he had been searching for and forgotten, that tiny voice in the back of his head. Because I love you.

Remus takes a deep breath now, lets it go in a steady steam. He turns around in bed, pulling the blankets with him, tries to stop the trembling.

He never used to be afraid of the dark. It was only After, when every shadow looked like Him, when just the mere feeling of sheets against his legs made him want to throw up. There was always a light in his room; a candle, a lamp, the bathroom switch flicked on and the door half-closed. Always something, that prevented the room from turning into pure darkness, too similar being knocked unconscious.

Remus shakes his head quickly. He can’t - not right now, can’t deal with all the memories swirling around in his subconscious. The walls were starting to close around him, and he could breathe -

With a soft curse, Remus shrugs the covers back and sits up. The stone is cold against his feet - he swears again, before crossing the room to Sirius’ bed. He taps him lightly, with one finger. “Sirius?”

There’s a muffled “Fuck!” and Sirius pokes his head out. His cheeks are flushed, eyes bright, and Remus was about to sit on the bed when -

“Are you watching porn?” Remus asks.

Sirius flushes - even in the dim light Remus can see the red rise in his cheeks. “No!”

“Your cheeks are flushed. You look like you’ve just been - “

“No,” Sirius says. “Filters. Remember that, Re? It means perhaps reconsidering what stupid thing you were going to say, and then not saying it.”

“Bullshit,” Remus says; he can still see the glowing surface of the phone screen. “You were totally up to something. Let me see.”

“No!”

Remus makes a wild lunge for it; Sirius immediately rolls back, protecting the phone with his body. They go back and forth for a bit, all elbows and knees and even teeth - Sirius bites Remus viciously on the shoulder.

“Shit!” Remus swears.

“Shut up. That’s barely a love bite.”

“It’s brusing!”

“Hopefully it’ll go purple.”

Remus glowers at him, then launches himself forward. He manages to grab Sirius’ phone, fastening his fingers through the popsocket. The phone had long since turned off but Remus doesn’t bother - he enters in Sirius’ password. “Okay, here I - “

“Oh god, Sirius says; he bucks wildly but Remus refuses to let him go. “Don’t - don’t look - “

Remus stares at the open Tumblr page. “Oh. Whoops.”

Sirius drops his hands in his head. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck - “

Remus shakes his head - he’s too entrenched in the fic. He pauses at a sentence. “Jesus Christ, Sirius, this is beautiful. Listen; Love is like a fire. Even as it burns it needs more, more and more wood until finally you run out. And once that happens, you’re screwed. Better take your chances and jump.” He looks at Sirius, his grin so wide he thinks his cheeks might have exploded. “Dude, this is amazing, what’s your blog - “

“Wait!”

Remus pulls the top notification down, stares at the most of names that had helped them all in the past. “What the fuck?

“Look, I can - “

“No.” Remus practically drops the phone, his eyes wide and clear. “You’re kidding.”

“I - “

“You’re @siriusly-over-it?”

[lailaliquorice]

be the sunshine you cannot see

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alternative title: let! cleves! be! soft!!! halfway through and here’s anna’s edition of the six hurt/comfort series. Took me a while to think of an idea for this so maybe it’s an obvious choice but I enjoyed writing it, plus the bonus of anne and cathy being the most supportive friends brings me endless joy. I’ll never tire of soft boleyn and motherly parr

One thing Anna had always been good at was complimenting people. She’d always been able to just focus on what was good in people, be it in their appearance or their personality. She’d been good at it in her old life too, a true charmer in the ballroom and someone who everyone wanted to be around.  Nowadays it meant that she could never fail to make her fellow Queens smile through either a quick kind word or a soul-searching pep talk.

One thing Anna had never been good at was dealing with negativity. She hardly listened when it was directed at her; she was used to that, as in shamed-for-her-looks-500-years-ago-reminded-of-it-every-night used to that. What she couldn’t deal with was negativity towards her friends. That was when she would fight back, protecting her friends like a mother bear when they were broken down and building them back up again afterwards. When the other Queens enquired about her after a harsh review she’d always shrug her shoulders, shrug off those comments like water from a duck’s back, and tell them it took more than that to bring her down.

But sometimes, she was wrong about that part. Sometimes, painful words snuck through the charismatic shell she liked to hide behind and stung her hard.

It was early enough that the rest of the Queens wouldn’t get to the theatre for a little while, and Anna was sat at her desk in the dressing room with her eyes fixed to her phone screen. The voice of logic in her head was screaming at her to stop scrolling, to stop falling further down that rabbit hole when they had a show to do that evening and she would only put herself in the wrong mindset if she kept looking. But her thumb was on autopilot as it kept on scrolling, the kind comments blurring to leave only sharp words of hate behind. If it weren’t for the miracle of waterproof mascara then there would be thick black trails carved into her cheeks from the silent tears that fell without her even noticing them.

She could have been sat there minutes or days for all she knew. The sound of the dressing door opening jolted her back to life, practically throwing her phone onto the desk and pretending to be hunting through her makeup box for something as Anne walked in, shouting a loud greeting that Anna returned in what she hoped was a normal voice.

The sound of Anne cluttering around her desk on the opposite side of the room made Anna want to shrink even further within herself, her usual excitement when the other Queens came in dulled by panic that someone could see her upset. “Hey babe, you got any spare hair grips? Managed to leave mine at home and don’t want to wait for Jane to bring them,” Anne said, explaining why she’d been tearing the dressing room apart.

“Yeah, I’ve got some,” she replied without looking over her shoulder, attempting to sound casual in the hope that Anne wouldn’t notice anything was wrong.

“Ugh you’re a beaut,” Anne groaned. Anna flinched at her word choice, the mention of her appearance immediately bringing her mind back to what she’d been reading on her phone screen even though it was said with kindness. She put her box of hair grips on her desk as Anne walked over, wary to hand them to her directly in case she caught sight of her ruined makeup.

Anne grabbed the box but paused without going back to her side of the dressing room, making Anna freeze in case she’d noticed anything. Her heart was hammering at the close call as Anne turned to fiddle with the costume rail in the middle of the room, asking “D’you know what time it is?”

Unwilling to pick up her phone again, Anna made the mistake of looking up towards the clock and directly into Anne’s eyes.

“Oh hun,” she sighed, expression softening as she pulled Aragon’s chair up to sit down next to her. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Hastily wiping a hand underneath her eye, Anna shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said with a sniffle, averting her gaze from Anne’s intent look to stare at the desk in front of her. She was careful to avoid glancing straight in front of her; even looking at Anne was preferable to looking in the mirror. “Nothing’s happened. I’m fine.”

Anne was still for a moment, before she got out of her chair without a word and marched out of the dressing room. The knot of worry in Anna’s stomach only tightened when she heard two sets of footsteps echoing down the corridor and Anne’s shout of “I’ve brought the cavalry!” as she flung the door open again.

A flash of blue appeared in Anna’s peripheral vision before she heard the gentle voice of Cathy Parr. “Hey Anna,” she said, sitting down in Aragon’s chair while Anne stood behind her. “Please tell us what’s happened. We want to help and we can’t do that if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

Anna barked out a laugh. “You can’t fix this,” she said, gesturing roughly to her face.

“There’s nothing there that needs fixing,” Cathy said, a note of surprise in her voice that only made Anna feel like laughing again. “You don’t really believe that.”

“Well there’s plenty of people who do,” Anna huffed, unlocking her phone and shoving it towards Cathy and Anne. She knew she wasn’t being fair by taking her frustration out on them, but in the moment she was too wrapped up in self-loathing to care about anyone else.

There was silence for a moment as Anne scrolled down Anna’s phone screen, before Cathy shut the screen off and placed it face down on the desk. “Those people don’t know the you that we know,” Cathy said, “I doubt many of them have even seen the show. They take any opportunity to send hate to someone who they loathe for doing better than them. They feel safe hiding behind their computer screens and are too cowardly to do anything about it in real life.” A note of bitterness crept into her voice as she finished; while Cathy could spend days lost in the internet researching seven subjects at once, she could spend just as long ranting quietly about the lack of manners that social media made commonplace.

But as much as Anna knew Cathy’s comments were true, they weren’t hitting the nail on the head though. “I know I’m beautiful on the inside. But it’s the outside that people care about, isn’t it? When you’re Queen and when you’re an actress, everyone’s always dissecting what your face and body look like,” she said, voice hitching a little as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Anna didn’t you hear her? You’re gorgeous, babe. Honestly you are,” Anne interrupted. Anna was puzzled by the look of confusion on her face as if she was stating the obvious to her.

“What they think about doesn’t matter. What matters is what you think,” Cathy pushed on, glancing at Anne before looking at Anna carefully. “Do you like what you look like?”

Anna paused at the question, slowly finding the courage to look up and face her reflection. At first all she saw was the ruined makeup, patchy foundation and smudged foundation from where she’d cried, but after a few moments she managed to look closer. The shade of her skin, the shape of her cheekbones, the colour of her eyes. “Sometimes,” she said eventually, the word sounding almost like a shameful confession.

“And that’s enough,” said Cathy, she and Anne both smiling as they looked at her. Glancing at her watch she added “Will you let me do your makeup tonight?”

The offer was surprising, but the voice in the back of her head asking why Cathy would want to stare at her naked face was hushed by gratitude at her offer. She’d only had her makeup done a handful of times since they were reincarnated and it never failed to make her feel beautiful.

Cathy took her smile as a yes, fetching a few products from her own makeup bag before wiping off the remnants of Anna’s makeup to start over fresh. Anne hung her jacket over the mirror so that Anna couldn’t accidentally catch sight of herself before Cathy was done, though she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at having no makeup on at all in front of the other two girls for the first time ever. But Anne’s never-ending stream of uplifting comments from her position hanging over Cathy’s shoulder was enough to break down that fear a little.

Once Cathy had blended her foundation she picked up the concealer stick, but only looked at it for a moment before putting it down again and rummaging around for her setting powder. “Don’t you need that?” she couldn’t help but ask, internally rattling off the list of things that she usually covered over with it.

“Nope,” Cathy said, meeting Anna’s gaze for a split second before making a start with the powder. “The only person who needs copious amounts of concealer in this building is me so that I actually look half awake.” Anna smirked at that; Cathy’s raccoon eyes were a common sight first thing in the morning when she would trail down to the kitchen for her necessary coffee.

“What colour eyeshadow are you thinking?” Anne asked Cathy as she picked up the palette, scrutinising the colours carefully before pointing to one without a word. Cathy hummed in apparent agreement, and Anna trusted them both enough to close her eyes and let them carry on without her knowing.

She was midway through having her eyeliner applied when the dressing room door opened, but she didn’t have to guess who had entered as Anne’s shout of “Alright Aragon?” made it clear within seconds.

“Evening everybody,” Aragon said, and when Anna was allowed to open her eyes she was relieved to see her looking amused rather than annoyed at Cathy and Anne having stolen her chair. “Are we all doing each other’s makeup tonight?”

“Nah, it’s just taking three people to make me look presentable right now,” Anna joked.

Her poking fun at herself only earned her a disapproving frown from Cathy and a flick on the hand from Anne. “Oi you, or I’ll keep telling you you’re a beaut ‘til our dying days," Anne retorted.

Privately Anna thought that she probably wouldn’t believe her even if she did, but she didn’t voice that one aloud since she knew they’d all jump in to disprove her. Becoming desensitised to negative comments had the unfortunate side effect that positive comments on her looks had almost lost their impact too, meaning she was left in an even worse place when the hate did end up getting on top of her.

After pausing for a minute while Cathy shifted into Anne’s chair to let Aragon sit down, she finished off Anna’s makeup and leaned back with a satisfied smile. “What do you think?” she asked Anne first, who was still leaning over the back of the chair with her arms around Cathy’s neck.

“Looks gorgeous,” Anne said, grinning at Cathy before turning her infectious smile towards Anna. “You ready to see it?”

Anna nodded apprehensively, looking towards the mirror as Anne pulled her jacket down with a flourish. Immediately her eyebrows raised in surprise at what she saw. Cathy had done her eye makeup slightly different than usual, more like a mix between her own and Anne’s than what Anna usually wore. Cathy's dusky pink eyeshadow glimmered like stardust against her skin and the hints of red matched her costume just like Anne’s green glitter did, and completed by her usual dark red lipstick it just looked like a new take on her own make up rather than a copy of anyone else’s.

“She’s smiling!” Anne squealed, and Anna laughed upon realising she had started beaming without even realising it. “Go on, what do you think!”

Tearing her gaze away from the mirror, there was no doubt in Anna’s voice as she said “I think I look banging!”

Anne and Cathy both cheered, Aragon’s laughter in the background completing the happy scene. “Now will you believe me when I say you look amazing?” Anne asked, looking at her through intense wide eyes.

“And that’s with or without the makeup,” added Cathy quietly.

Anna fell quiet for a moment then, glancing back towards the mirror again. “I believe it a little more,” she said. She could have lied and pretended that her self-confidence had returned in full force, but after what they’d both done for her she didn’t think they deserved the disservice of being lied to. She could let herself be truthful with them for a change.

Anne grinned, skirting around Cathy’s chair to squeeze Anna into a tight hug instead. “And that, ladies and gents, is what we call a good start.”

She laughed as she returned the warm embrace. Maybe self-confidence would always feel like walking a tightrope to her, but at least in this life she had friends to give her a helping hand whenever she needed one.

[ladydevilofhell]

the fact that i DIDN'T reblog this masterpiece of a series is a crime cause lemme tell you.....one paragraph into the first chapter made me cry like a baby pls i-😭😭 the slow burn, the ANGST the tons of it, the little bits of fluff, that painful yet sensual sex scenes....every bit of this series?? fucking gorgeous and so heart wrenchingly good. i can't wait for the next chapter but lemme tell you something, each update is well worth the wait and the anticipation is just worth it all. i can re-read each chapter from the start and still feel the same mixed feelings as i did from before and to do that each time??!!! FUCKING THIS WORK IS JUST SO GOOD Y'ALL I CANNOT STRESS IT ENOUGH!! AKSNJHBDSJNAKDS the last chap, chap 4? yeah that is just so good especially with the cliff hanger of the Queen being pregnant??? oooff🥴 like Steve, step up your game boy, you bout to be a father and NO DO NOT BE LIKE YOURS. You different i know, Steve but pls, for the love of all things holy, treat your WIFE with respect who is gonna be YOUR FUTURE HEIR'S MOTHER!!!! Sometimes i feel like whooping Steve's ass for not seeing what a GODDESS he has in front of him (No shade to Lady Margret, i get why Steve loves her, but dude she is married and so are you and she moved on idiot. Also Peggy *chef's kiss* Woman Power but also reader 👀 silent but deadly and i love it!!) also poor Bucky i hate that its one sided love unless.......👀👀 nahhh im kidding but am i????👀👀👀

i always feel like that in the next chapter, Steve may could try warming up to the reader a lot more after learning she is pregnant but throw in the mix of the Queen now being a bit standoffish, like she could maybe update on the farm and on how the baby's progress is but when he tries to gain her affections?? Pls, Ma'am make him work for it that boy put my Queen through so much of indifference he needs to learn some more😭😌💀

chapter 3 was a beaut in seeing how Steve is slowly realizing his faults; that dummy needs to open his thicc ass head (see what i did there lmaoo🥴😂💀) and saw that his indifference hurt the Queen a lot more than he ever knew so thus i say tit for tat ESPECIALLY AFTER HER BEING PREGGERS!! *evil laugh stops abruptly* besides that, him seeing her real smile towards Bucky and not him?? LET THE GAMES OF JEALOUSY BEING AND LET THE LIL PETULANT ROYAL BABY BOIS OUT!!! CHARGEEE!!! (im so sorry i don't know what's wrong with me💀🤡)

chapter 2, i wanted to so badly whoop Steve for DISMISSING THE READER LIKE THAT BOI GET YOUR ASS IN LINE!! Also i miss Poppy so damn much such a joy she was, i love Darcy too but i wanna see Darcy and Poppy meeting together and boy the chaos they would form!! AND BRING IN WANDA TOO WITH POPPY MAYBE LIKE HANDMAIDENS THROUGH OUT HER PREGNANCY AND THEY COULD BE QUEEN READER PROTECTION SQUAD!! (i bet they would be that passive aggressive, polite yet kill em with kindness type of attitude and it could drive Steve crazy!!) Maybe in the coming chapters, you could maybe let Reader meet Margret like, they just talk and form a bond?? and Margret whack some sense into Dummy Bish?? i'd love to see how Queen and Margret ever react cause i feel they'd get along well. not cause of Steve but they have the same ideals more or less in mind for the betterment of the Kingdom?? like Margret Knew Queen was going to be a good Queen to the ppl right?? (DUMMY THICC BISH STEVE ISTG SMHm this 🤏 close to kicking him out and making it a gay love story if i were writing it)

So conclusion?? imma reblog this every month with the same appreciation and a box of tissues and a boxing dummy with the face of steve on the side cause this is so SO good!!😭😭😭 i love the cliffhangers and how you deliver each chapter with the same energy and angst potential and its one of my fav series and SIS TURN IT INTO A BOOK AND YOU'D BE BEST SELLING AUTHOR I SWEAR TO GOD 😭😭😭💖💖

After the Rain Masterlist

Chapter Four: Inclement is out!

Pairing: King!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader, one sided Bucky x Princess!Reader

Summary: The day you were born, you were betrothed to Steven Rogers, the prince of a neighboring kingdom. Every step of your life was meticulously planned, and you truly feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Note: This was inspired by a plethora of historical queens who were horribly treated. I don’t make it clear when this fic takes place. It’s a blend of different time periods, from medieval to modern. Vaguely steampunk like.

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⚠️Warnings: The following warnings will contain spoilers.

18+ ONLY, kinda dubcon (it’s an arranged marriage but neither one of them is enthusiastic about it), SMUT (loss of virginity, rough sex, oral, praise kink), ANGST (depression and anxiety, period typical misogyny, pregnancy, pregnancy issues, premature birth (the baby will be fine), fertility issues, brief suicidal ideation, pining, unrequited love, emotionally neglectful parents), angst with a happy ending. Implied age gap (the reader is implied to be in her early 20s, but I never specify age), Steve isn't dark, but he is a dick. The Reader is described as "small" in comparison to Steve, but no one comments on her size.

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Chapters will have warnings applicable to that chapter only.

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Chapters

Chapter One: Before the Storm

Chapter Two: Overcast

Chapter Three: Pressure Drop

Chapter Four: Inclement

[hurricanewords]

another sad love story

If there was one thing I never expected about love, it was the quiet. Our still evenings, cool air around us. No need to prove ourselves to each other, no need to entertain. Your wool socks and my cup of evening tea. Porch swing and dogs cuddled between us. Purple skies and cicada songs, clouds whispered across the sky. We sit out long after the sun has set, bug spray and tan legs. In the winter we sit in the bay window, admiring the frost clinging to the panes, warm blanket between our knees. We make cookies together, sweet chocolate chips and flour on my shirt. We dance in the kitchen, and I think the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is the way you move. You bring me a ladybug and place it in my hand, kiss me on my forehead. I bring you coffee as you work, you sit with me as I work in the garden. I grow flowers and sometimes weeds. Nightly warm swims, moon glancing off the water and lighting the path back to home and sweet wine.

Sometimes, when you laugh, I wish I could capture it, put it in a bottle. You always smile when you pick leaves out of my hair. You are so smart, so curious. You could wrap the universe around your fingers if you chose. Every beautiful thing reminds me of you, and I am reminded of why we appreciate the things in nature that are as they are. No apologies, no warnings, just growth and change. You are unapologetic about your quiet growth. You wrap yourself up like an old oak tree, twisted and gnarled and stunning all the same. Every spring you blossom and I want to cry, just looking at you. At your messy hair and crooked nose and that look you give me before you do something mischievous. 

I watch your skin change under the sun, and I wonder how deep brown has never been my favorite color. I catch you sometimes, looking at me, and I know I don’t deserve the deep adoration that glows from your soft smile. Maybe I do. If you’ve chosen me, maybe I do. 

and then. I hurt you. 

I wish I could blame it on my twisted, broken brain that sometimes simply refuses to accept joy. The brain that instead lights a flame and suddenly I am so very angry that I even exist. And I wish I could blame it on that. But I am my brain. It is me. And so when I told you I didn’t love you, it was because how could you ever love me when I am just a torrential downpour, when I am poison, when I track my way through every life with muddy feet, when I slam every door, when I stomp out any light I find just because I am so very jealous. So when I told you I didn’t love you, I didn’t mean it. What I meant was you shouldn’t love me. When you are a bright blue sky and I am the landfill under it, when you are wild horses and I am the blood pouring from a bullet-pierced doe, when you are a crackling fire on a cold, cold evening and I am the frostbite that steals your skin. 

 I have spent my whole life dreaming of being anything but the villain. And yet, I always pick my role, bent on destruction. I’m not a victim, even though I say I am. It is not my fate to be the villain, it is my choice. If I should suffer, you all should. 

And you, with your silver linings and gentle gait, are everything I want to be. Everything I don’t deserve to be. I know you love me. But you shouldn’t. Someone who you deserve is waiting for you. I hate her. I hate her for being something I can never be. 

I hate her so much that I wish I could lock her away before you find her, taunt her and twist her. Make her like me. But I know that wouldn’t be fair. 

Because I’m sure she is lovely. I’m sure she is a baby bird, fragile and growing and trusting. I’m sure she is bottled sunshine, God’s chosen design. You don’t deserve anything less. And I am less, I am so much less. 

So I will tear apart our home, ripping your wool socks and breaking the chains on the porch swing. I will poison the cookies and crush the bright ladybugs under my feet. I will smash wine bottles against our bay window, cut your beautiful hair, and pour concrete on the flower bed. I will rage against these beautiful things because they are no longer mine. And how dare something be beautiful, if it cannot be mine? 

How dare you be what you are, this person I could never match or be. Surely you are lying. Surely you are faking. How can anyone ever be this soft, this good, this strong, this thoughtful, this kind, this loving, this wonderful? How, when I can not be anything but this hard, this bad, this weak, this selfish, this mean, this despicable? When you trust me with your open chest and I still thrust a knife into your ribcage, and daily. And everyday you say “I understand,” because you are patient, even when I break your bones. And every night you wrap your wounds and present the softest parts of yourself to me again, trusting that surely, surely I will not do it again. 

And you do this because you’ve chosen, misguidedly, to love me. 

What a wicked mistake. 

And see, you aren’t perfect! Because if you were, if you were this perfect compilation of human, you wouldn’t chose me. I’m your imperfection, your blemish, your deep, deep scar. 

If there’s a heaven, you have every reason to go, except you keep aiding and abetting, handing me the matches as I threaten to light the ground you stand on, holding my pieces together as my heart landslides every night, brushing my hair back as it covers my eyes. Kissing my knuckles where they’re scraped, holding my hand on the rollercoaster, checking left and checking right when you drive with me in the passenger seat. Meeting my mother, making my sister laugh, walking my dog when I can’t get out of bed. Drawing me a hot bath and forcing me to, please, please take care of myself. Cooking me breakfast and bringing me little bright things. Remembering my favorite drinks and painting sunsets. Reminding me often, that I am not the villain. 

I am not mean. I am not raging, I am not the fracture line dancing across my windshield. I am not the antagonist, I am not the bleeding, dying animal and I am not the poisoned fruit. I am not a killer, not a destroyer. I am not infected, am not a disfigured bruise. I am not the cracked linoleum and I am not the broken wrist. I am not the selfish queen, the executor. I am not the hated, I am not the flames that engulf old houses. I am not the burning, the ashes. 

No matter how often I convince myself otherwise. 

And you remind me of that. You say, you are sunshine as you brush the hair from my eyes and for a moment, I believe it. 

[sleeplesslemon]

Thoughtless Reflection

It’s been a week away from my birthday.

I realized, birthday used to be very exciting moment of the year but this year was different. Everything was somehow exciting but they're another kind of exciting.

I used to be excited with gifts, presence of people, and endless laughter and party, cakes and flowers, and other things that's given or gifted. But this year was different. I still felt the excitement of all those but I felt something was still missing. I wasn’t enough for everything i received, not that i want more of them but they no longer excite me like how they used to. I felt the hole in my heart, I long for more.

It is a lot harder to understand myself. I feel like me is being mold into someone I am not. Honestly, I'm not angry or uncomfortable with this. I rejoice this change but there's something that bothers my heart. It is just weird to long for something that this world normally hates. It’s weird, very weird. But somehow, I like it.

I found it weird when people asked me what do I want for my birthday. Well to be pretty honest, I had a long list of wishes but it is expired. Lol. I don't want them anymore. Not because I don't want them in my life anymore, but more like I didn't see the value of desiring stuff and people. And all I want this year, is to see my loved ones grow stronger and deeper in Christ.

Sounds like an asshole perhaps, but there's nothing more joyful to listen to them sharing their awe and journey with God. I mean, if you don't believe me, that kinda thing is pretty much addictive to me. I long for Him in every people story. I want people in my life have a journey with Him thru the ups and downs. I want people to have an intimate and personal relationship with Him. 

I love sharing happiness. I love sharing what I love to people I love. And I can't say I love God with all I am cos I'm far from perfect to love Him, but I finally understand that my heart is now in the right hands. He took my heart all over again every day, loving me in any kind of condition. And this kind of love is what I want people to know and have in their life. I just don't long for anything else.

I know at the end, nothing will last. But I'm pretty sure that this love, will. This is why, I want people around me to hold tight on this love. Nothing will last, but their salvation in the right hand will. Their joy in the right hand, will.

My heart is full to see people loving Christ and making Him their lives. I mean, Christ is beautiful and the only beauty in this life. And they have Him with them. They lack nothing! And it’s the best gift I ever receive in my whole life. I don't care if it happens on my birthday or not, this thing is always a beautful gift for me, that makes my heart feels full.

[vronicaz]

hel llooo babes, i’m satan acacia (◠‿◠✿) nineteen, she/her. lol sooo sorry you guys are all trapped in this rp w/ me. but wtver~ you guys will learn to adore my 3am messages comin’ up with plot that’ll hurt us and what not. also meet veronica jeon, the queen of trash, and she’ll own up to that. anyways, i’ll try to keep this as short as possible. since i always get wayyyy too invested into writin’ my intros. :~)) )) ) &&. *so like... this got really long, just scroll to the point with the star for the overall summary. // aim: alohacacia && skype: alohacacia

****psa you clicked on this so you’re obligated to plot with me srry but i don’t make the rules.

— ( jennie kim. cisfemale. she/her. ) have you met ( veronica jeon ) yet? the ( twenty-one ) year old ( artist / beauty vlogger )? yeah, we shared a cab and now i’m late but can you blame me? ( she ) is so ( talented ), but now i see what they mean about ( her ) being a bit too ( presumptuous ).

BACKGROUND + TRIGGER WARNINGS: daddy/mommy issues

okkkk, this is veronica. also known as ronnie (but she doesn’t care what you call her whoop diddy doo.) she was born and raised in south korea. but, she has stereotypical strict korean parents. and they moved her out to america in hopes that she’d become more successful than them. her father and mother are owners of a cafe/bakery. they live a normal upper-middle class lifestyle. but they’ve always wanted more... therefore, they pushed a lot of their hopes and dreams onto veronica since she’s their only child. their dream was for her to become a surgeon.

so, they sent her off to school (which lands her in williamsburg) once she turned to eighteen and paid for everything. her apartment, her school, etc. they even sent her money so she could focus on her studies instead of working. so, yes, she’s spoiled in that sense. (but it gets dark just wait) at first, she just went with the flow of being forced into becoming a surgeon. however, while spending more time in williamsburg she realized she wanted to do something else. something that actually made her happy.

ronnie always had an artistic eye. drawing was something that always set her heart on fire. but her parents never approved of this because.... an art major?? god forbid!! but, thanks to the influence of a close friend (probably ronnie’s first friend in williamsburg) they convinced her to do what makes her happy. because what’s the point of hating your job for the rest of your life?

eventually, she switched her major and she was super nervous. why? ‘cause she was actually turning her hobby into her potential career. but a week passed, then the month, and she was completely in love with what she was doing. she was even able to sell some of her art! she started expanding her knowledge on how to go about making a legitimate career by drawing. and while this was all overwhelming, it was also way more exciting.

now, she was making her own money. plus some from her parents. but of course, art wasn’t the only thing she liked. she began to develop a love for makeup as well. she always had a steady hand, which made learning makeup pretty easy. so, she found two things she loves. art and makeup! she even decided to create a youtube channel for her makeup. (and also to promote her art shows of course.) so three sources of income!

but guess what ---- her parents found out. and they were not happy. they felt betrayed and disappointed. because how could their pride and joy chose happiness over stability?? this ultimately lead them to cutting her off completely. stopped paying for her rent, school, and just stopped talking to her all together. so, she was left completely alone to fend for himself. luckily, she didn’t struggle too much. she was making good money through her youtube channel and her art.

but wait, it’s not that simple. (it never really is) since, ronnie isn’t a u.s. citizen she eventually had to go back to korea. but she didn’t want to face her parents. not after all the drama. but she also knew applying for citizenship would take awhile. she was running out of time. sooo, she did the only thing she could do and married her longterm american boyfriend for a visa!! (i’ll probably make a wanted connection for him) yeah, she’s a married woman. technically. but not a lot of people know that. she just calls him her boyfriend!!

PERSONALITY + RELATIONSHIPS

PERSONALITY wise, she is charismatic, creative, and intelligent. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. however, stubborn, sarcastic, and big headed. because anyone who tells her she can’t do it, she’ll prove wrong no matter what. no. matter. what. but she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying?? self destructive?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. basically she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

when it comes to FRIENDS ronnie can always use loads of friends! she possess the qualities of a good friend loyal, honest, trustworthy. however, she is stubborn and egocentric so people might not want to be around her? she still wants a shit ton of friend. she kinda has that mom friend vibe. she plans out their day, makes sure they stay on task, looks both ways before crossing the street, etc etc. but… she’s most likely the youngest of the group. considering the fact she just turned twenty-one. so, mostly everyone has the need to protect her at all costs. but she ends up being the protector instead. she loves deeply and cares deeply. she would literally give up the world for the people she cares about the most. she likes to keep to herself most of the time, because she knows it keeps her out of drama. but she can still kick it with people who get themselves into drama (does that make sense??) you can say, she tends to hangout with the wrong people sometimes. rip. maybe because she wants to believe people r good (even though she knows they aren’t lol.) overall, i would say she needs a lot of friends. LOVE THIS LIL SMOL BEAN.

ENEMIES... i don’t really think she has any, but she might. deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she has abandonment issues thanks to her parents. therefore, she might come off as standoff-ish to new people. she keeps her circle tight. so maybe they think she’s cliquey? or she could have pushed people away. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so maybe people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey. and there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

as for LOVERS. veronica has most definitely dated a lot. she’s had a handful of serious relationships as well. and she most definitely does believe in love. thus making this girl is a hopeless romantic. (she’s a soft bitch on the down low) she just needs lots of love in her life. and her husband would totally tear down her big headed/tough bitch exterior and show how soft ronnie can really be. how is ronnie in relationships you may ask? she’d be very loyal to anyone she’s dating. she’d spoil them with gifts, surprise visits, and honestly just give them the whole world. they’d be the only person who’d be able to tell this bitch to stop acting so unreasonable. and *gasp* she’d actually listen. i feel like she’s the type to do whatever she needs to do to please her significant other. sad, but it’s true. she’s not as independent as she makes herself out to be. but everybody needs somebody. am i right?

WANTED CONNECTIONS

FRIENDS

best friend — her closest confidant. she’d never let go of this person. they’re her ride or die // TAKEN BY SADIE MEYERS

her first friend — the first person ronnie met in williamsburg. one of her best friends. someone she really trusts since they convinced her to switch her major. // TAKEN BY NATALIA STEPHENS

childhood friend — someone who has always been around. practically family at this point. // m, f, or nb

roommate — self explanatory. obviously a close friend because she wouldn’t just live with a stranger. they probably gossip a lil now and then. // TAKEN BY LYLA JACKSON

winghoe — another close friend of her’s probably the person who got her and her boyfriend together. // m, f, or nb

exes — she’d be the type to still be friends with her ex. yes, they’ve loved each other. but they’ve come to terms they’re much better off platonic. // m or nb

brotherly figure— completely platonic relationship. just someone who can protect this small bean at all costs. // m or nb

sisterly/motherly figure — someone who she looks up to. someone who she sees a role model. // f or nb

ENEMIES

mistaken — someone who thinks she’s just a rude, standoff-ish, biatch. veronica has probably tried to explain to them that she doesn’t mean to come off like that. but this person just ain’t having it. // m, f, or nb

pushed away — they used to be friends but once shit got real, ronnie dropped them real fast. she just cut them off and it kind of resulted into this fucked up unnecessary tension. // m, f, or nb

rivals — someone who hates her and some she hates too. maybe she they’re always just trying to one up each other for some reason? maybe they throw some mad shade at her all the time? just a lot of fighting. // m, f, or nb

fake friend(s) — she found out they were only using her for publicity. through her rapidly growing youtube channel. ooOOoOoOoo drama. imagine the subtweeting. wow. // m, f, or nb

LOVERS

husband / “ boyfriend ” — married them to get her visa. but, this would be the love of her life. even if they bicker and argue. she’d be 100% dedicated to them. // m or nb ( WANTED AD CAN BE FOUND HERE. )

first love — once ronnie is dedicated to someone it’s a little hard for her to let them go. especially if it was her first love. this could be drama central between her, her husband, and them. // m or nb

on and off ex — just the person she always runs back to. she’d probably even try contacting them if she ever got into a fight with her husband. // m or nb

*** to be honest, throw whatever ideas you have right at me! i’m so down for whatever

MISCELLANEOUS

☆ veronica is: overall ronnie is a big ol’ fluff ball. the world sees her as a princess dressed in black and pink. an absolute doll. charming, cute, and talented. she seems like the full package. an absolute angel to her small group of fans, acquaintances, and etc…. but anyone who really knows her, knows the girl has some bad abandonment issues thanks to her parents. my muse inspo is a mix of harley quinn, blair waldorf, and rick sanchez. YIKES. cause this makes her hella chaotic. anyways, give her girl scout cookies and she’ll love you til the end of time. she’s not as lame as she portrays herself to be and is actually a pretty rad chick. veronica jeon is overall a beautiful, driven, stubborn, egocentric, opinionated, artistic, and truly a mess for someone who seems to have it all figured out.

wEW this got waaaaaay longer than i expected it to be. anywho, if you actually read all this i love you and i cherish you hella. if you just skimmed, i would too. i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my dms and we can get things started!! luv u *blows a kiss*

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn't seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn't reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn't seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.  

But you haven't seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you'd be well-born to be discovered.  

"Next time I'll close you in our room." Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.  

"I didn't ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we're their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn't see anything strange... "  

"YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. "  

"What a bad thing Unnie.... In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. " You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. "Then he is also extremely beaut--"  

"But think of your boy!"  

"You Like him! That's why you're bored by the articles.... because you're ashamed to talk to him. "  

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.  

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It's been seven months since you started to date and you've already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious "relationship", although not yet effective because he didn't really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.  

"Jungkook-oppa!" "Jungkook, you are beautiful!" "Jungkook I love you!"  

Hearing all those screaming around you didn't help your insecure soul, but you could remain calm because Tara took your hand into her and smiled at you, despite the mask you could understand it from her eyes, and you smiled at thanking subheading.  

"Who's calling me oppa? I'm not your oppa! Let me see your ID card! " He yelled, his voice amplified by the microphone, bursting the fan group to laugh; "Really show me your ID card!"  

"Jungkook-ah, you were to be born earlier so you could really be their oppa!" Jimin said with a funny low tone, seizing the opportunity to be able to make fun of him, having to move immediately because the youngest gave him a punch on his arm.  

After some laugh and joke on their part, finally came your turn so Tara advanced before you reach the first of the row that was Yoongi.  

Yoongi, oddly enough, had been the first to push you to Jungkook. He had noticed your glances during the shows, during the reality that you were doing together, and knowing that his bandmates would never have done the first step he had told you to dare. He even advised you how to approach him, always with extreme kindness. You had always thought of Yoongi as an extremely introverted and closed person and instead had been your biggest help in the first few weeks with Kooks. Sooner or later you should have thanked him in some way.  

You were behind Tara when he immediately recognized you and you laid the forefinger on the mask, to make him understand that they were practically incognito. He chuckled amused, passing a hand through his black hair, while he took the album and went to the page that you had marked.  

"Who's the one with you? Tara-ssi? " He asked under breath, while you nodded and started acting like the other girls. He squeezed your hands, trying to keep his laughter while talking, or at least pretending to do so.  

"I'm curious to see how the Golden Maknae reacts"  

"Stop teasing him, Yoongi sunbae!"  

He winked at you and you passed the boy after, Seokjin, who took two seconds to recognize you in spite of the mask. Yoongi whispered to him something in the ear and he made word of mouth with others, but they didn't tell anything to Jungkook, otherwise, the surprise wouldn't really succeed.  

Every time you get up you were forced to put on your shirt, you hated Tara for forcing you to wear that outfit, feeling slightly uncomfortable but enjoying the moment when you finally stopped in front of your "almost" boyfriend.  

His gaze slipped over the crowd, smiling at anyone and waving every person who called him; you didn't understand the reason for all that enthusiasm and joy, but it was beautiful to look at him at that moment. So beautiful that the girl behind you had repeatedly summoned you to advance.  

By making her a little sorry bow, you closed fast the gap between you two and knelt before him who watched you intrigued, giving you one of his best smiles.  

"Hi" He greeted you with kindness, taking the Photobucket from your hands and you would have wanted to beat him because he still didn't recognize you.  

"Why do you keep the mask? Don't you grant me to see your smile?? "  

"You do this with all the fans? Do you flirt shamelessly with all your fan?!?!?! "  

He opened his mouth in hearing your voice and a nuance of pink colored his cheeks, completely caught by surprise and in total embarrassment. He bowed his head while you could hear Yoongi's laughter on the other side of the table while he made a small nod to Seokjin to observe you.  

"Y/N.. W-What are you doing here..? "  

"I wanted to see you..."  

"Don't take off your mask, I don't want you to be bothered by the fans..." He murmured shyly, returning completely in itself; "Wait for me, okay? I'll ask Sejin if I can come away with you. "  

It took little for him to go from embarrassed boy to confident boy, but he was Jeon Jeongguk and that sudden change didn't surprise you anymore. His eyes shone with his own light at that moment, filled with the happiness he was feeling because of you.  

"Be quiet, I can wait tonight."  

"But.."  

"Shh, now say goodbye to your fans and go to rest a little." You winked at him, grabbing the photo bucket and getting up you greeted him waving your hand and reaching Tara, who was in the corner waiting for you and was oddly burgundy all over her face.  

His gaze was upon you, as you descended the few steps to the stage with a fast pace reaching your friend, and he thought that he couldn't be luckier than that. He knew how busy you were and the fact that you had found time just for him made him completely crazy.  

He took the microphone, waiting for the fan to end with Namjoon, clearing his voice.  

Hearing his voice echoed in the crates, you turned to look at him curious to hear what he had to say.  

"Today is a particularly special day, you know?" He said and the crowd erupted in a scream of joy, because knowing that their idol was happy was the only thing they wanted, while he waited for that scream to decrease.  

You kept observing him, while Tara next to you still seemed totally lost in her world.  

"A special person came to see me and made me realize how important I am to her. I have read many articles lately, although my hyung told me not to do so, where her fans kept saying that she was perfect for our sunbae. And you know, the anger in reading those articles was so much that I hid in the rehearsal room and danced till I collapsed to the ground by fatigue. "  

The other six were silenced, because they knew his torment for that situation, while your heart almost broke, becoming aware of those details that he had never told you. Sometimes he was childish and you learned how to handle that side, but you never thought he could be so strong that he could endure that kind of problem. And to your eyes, Jungkook became even more special than he was before.  

He cleared his voice again and took his breath, smiling slightly; "So I started to express my esteem for her during the interviews, praising her in any way. Childish right? I wanted you to start to say that I was perfect for her because she's so amazing that I can't let her go.. And so yesterday a fan on Twitter, yeah I check our twitter every now and then, " he emphasized making everyone burst of laughing and in the meantime you tried to hold back the tears, because by now you had understood what he was to do and that for you was almost a proof of how important you were to him.  

"She asked if we were dating because in every occasion I talk about her. Well.. "  

You held your breath, immediately feeling Tara's hand on your shoulder that offered you support because she knew you'd start crying in some way, failing to manage your feelings. He was embarrassed, in fact, he began to scratch his neck and biting his lip while Yoongi reached him, starting to rub his shoulders jokingly around.  

"In fact, I and Y/N are dating and it seemed right to me to say it, instead of letting you find some photos on internet. I hope you can be happy for me because she's an incredible girl and always manages to understand my moods.. she doesn't make me miss anything and the more time passes and the more I understand how lucky I am. "  

Immediately the room was overlooked by a roaring applause, shouting of appreciation and even the other BTS began to cheer, congratulating with him to be a little man grown now.  

"However you'll continue drinking milk instead of alcohol, even if you're the only one with a girlfriend" Seokjin pointed out, making you laugh, hidden in your corner.  

The tears had begun to slip quickly on your cheeks, wetting the mask and he turned to your direction.  

Your eyes met and he winked, mimicking something with his lips that was able to make tremble your legs.  

You lowered the mask and with a wire of breath you answered: "I love you too, Jungkook."

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: GM 80 - NSH - Didn’t Suck

John Vogl of the Athletic wrote an article last week called “How a Tuesday Night in December set a fateful tone for the rest of the Sabres’ Season”. It’s another excellent work by one of the better elder statesman of Buffalo Hockey media but more importantly it helps one in having an honest conversation about what this season is, was, and will be remembered as. One might look back on February 20th as some kind of turning point this season as well when Jason Botterill said he supported Coach Housley and a coaching change was not imminent. The post-vote of confidence part of the season, roughly Game 60 on (Buffalo has been 3-14-3 in that time), has been so bad it’s forced even optimists like me to swim in the deep ocean of miserable Sabres takes. I hate doing that if that hasn’t been clear and I was the kind of guy who didn’t think their playoff chances were really dead until that four-game losing streak earlier in February. I’m rehashing all these turning points for a couple reasons. For one, I’ve already spent one of these blogs covering an Amerks game and another entirely on coaching. I’m running out of shticks and there are still two games left. The other reason is that facing Nashville tonight got me thinking about turning points. The only other time the Sabres faced the Preds this season was an early December loss three games removed from the end of the winning streak. At that point we all knew nothing except for joy and happiness; I was strung like a loaded coil to go to the first Leafs game in Buffalo. I recall the other Nashville game clearly: it was a neutral zone battle that made me proud to be a Sabres fan, but it ended 2-1 in favor of Nashville. I was still so pompous at the time I was prepared to make a sign for the Leafs game to follow that referenced there almost being a team in Hamilton, Ontario! What a different time that was. This whole trip down memory lane I just took would’ve been a little monotonous and stupid, kind of like the Sabres season at this point, if I didn’t lead off with a bump for John Vogl. He is worth your time and money so go subscribe to the Athletic Buffalo. I guess I have to talk about the game we had tonight now… ugh, okay: The Sabres lost again. This time they didn’t seem completely lost.

The Nashville Predators have been the subject of some discussions of playoff readiness. The defensive juggernaut that isn’t too bad on offense either has been just ok lately. The 2017 Stanley Cup Finalists have been outmaneuvered or outright smashed in several games in March resulting in some upset fears going into spring. The Buffalo Sabres playing with Nashville as close as they did, particularly for the first two periods of this game, is in some degree attributable to this sagging Preds team. Nashville’s Craig Smith opened up the scoring in the first frame at a little under 9 minutes into the game. As the game continued the play of both teams opened up a bit; chances became more plentiful for both as each team kind of tripped over their own defensive schemes. It was the Preds defense struggling to get into to position that allowed for a tic tac toe pass play in the offensive zone for the Sabres. Kyle Okposo ended up getting the puck behind Pekka Rinne and tapped it in. It was 1-1 through the first intermission but that changed awfully quickly in the second period. P.K. Subban got out all alone against Carter Hutton and shot it past the former Predator in net. It was practically off the faceoff. It was 2-1 for a very brief time again before Conor Sheary thought he evened it up about three minutes into the middle period. The ref said it did not count. Before we go on it’s worth mentioning this was probably the best effort the Sabres have completed in several weeks. Jack Eichel, Sam Reinhart, Casey Mittelstadt, really all the guys, even the ones who aren’t big names did good tonight. The key follow-up there is they didn’t win. You guys got to figure out how to do that more consistently. Nonetheless, it felt nice to not watch another skating clinic.

Jeff Skinner evened up the game at 2 after gathering a nice rebound off the back boards with mere seconds left in the second period. I tuned into the third period full of hope Buffalo would make a real game out of it. They did but Ryan Johansen snuck a puck high on Hutton: it was one of those bounce in bounce out goals that gives Philadelphia Flyers flashbacks to the 2010 Stanley Cup Final. I built that up like it was a momentous play, but it was just a goal and it put Nashville up 3-2 where the game would end. The boys in blue and gold put up a good late effort to tie it, but the third equalizer never came and this one will look like just another regulation loss in the history of this season. This game didn’t suck and that maybe the summation of the only things that make this game watchable. It was so refreshing to see Jeff Skinner scored again that I wear a smile thinking about this game; maybe that’s a sign of just how far we’ve fallen. The Skin Man Skinner is now being treated as a departing hero by some and free agency seems like an inevitability with him at this point but silly optimists like me will continue to concoct ways he stays. The rumor mill has been so silent on him lately it feels like no one will even tolerate us being hopeful about the situation. On the other hand, I heard a theory Skinner is waiting for Phil Housley to be fired to sign. That’s probably some smelly bullshit but if that were true how quickly would Jason Botterill drop Housley? Immediately? That leads me to the considerations of everyone’s favorite weekly hockey column: 31 Thoughts by Elliotte Friedman.

This time we look at Friedman’s writings with a little skepticism. He states in thought number 8 that Jason Botterill doesn’t want to do a coaching change because there have been five coaches of the Sabres since Lindy Ruff left back in 2013. That doesn’t meet the smell test by way of the simple fact Botterill has only been here for one coach. If he has been indoctrinated with the concerns of ownership that’s another story but I don’t see him worrying about past bench bosses. The other half of the thought is that if the Sabres can’t get one of the big names this offseason following firing Housley (cough Joel Quenneville cough) than it makes since given Jason Botterill’s history in the Pittsburgh Penguins organization that he’ll promote Chris Taylor. Firstly, I want to point out I called it and have now been vindicated by Elliotte Friedman and second, why not? There is a glut of good AHL coaches and NHL assistants soon to be finding new jobs. Imagine this: The Rochester Americans win the Calder Cup after a hard-fought season and as reward Chris Taylor is announced as the replacement for the vacancy in Buffalo (because we know they’re firing Housley, right?). This allows you to hire one of half a dozen great AHL coaches to fill that void instead of taking another risk with an unproven guy for the NHL job. I will continue building this case until it comes to fruition. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

You know what to do: like, comment and share this blog around with friends and family. There is a certain dark-side of Sabres fandom that has reared its head in recent days that I have relegated to the P.S. of today’s blog. Instead of talking about that stupidity with any degree of credence we’re going to have a little talk about women’s hockey. I am an asshole, or at least I feel like one. I have only really mentioned the Buffalo Beauts or women’s hockey in passing this season and that’s not great considering the real titan of a team we had in Harbor Center this year. Now with the sudden folding of the Canadian Women’s Hockey League (CWHL) the whole professional outfit of women’s hockey in North America has suddenly gone into crisis mode. NWHL looks to be expanding to Toronto and Montreal to help the cause but this is really an issue all hockey fans should be screaming from the rooftops about. I waited far too long to do so myself. So that’s all for tonight folks, we only got two more of these Sabres games left! Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. He is everything and definitively not the problem. Stop. If you bring up the Eichel-hater discussion going on right now in the Sabres Noise-o-sphere I am going to block you immediately. Just an fyi.

[maggiehanhamgrad701]

All About Annie

MY LOVES

Its about time we become straight up and just say what we are all thinking right (lol)? So here I go, here at the most annoying, frustrating and honest things that float to my brain when I think of Endometriosis.

HERE ARE THE CONFESSIONS OF AN ENDOMETRIOSIS SUFFERER\

Yeah, sorry to get straight into it with the gorey details. However the amount of underwear ive had to handwash in the shower, or are to far gone and had to be thrown in the bin is so high I have lost count. Might I add it really sucks when I treat myself to a beautful sexy matching bra and undies set and after the first wear I have to bin them.

2. Constant STI/STD Checks

OK this one for me is a serious annoyance. The fact that I have probably had more check-ups than a sex worker (no hate) is absolutley ridiculous. Its even more frustrating when I explain that ‘I was literally tested a month or 2 ago and havnt had sex since then’ and still get poked and proded amazes me. Even more crazy is the fact me and my boyfriend were given pills to take for an STD even though we both tested negative more than ten times, but just in case we had to take them. I have endo, not a STD mate.

3. “OMG I get really bad period pains toooooo”

Look, I know you trying to be supportive or whatever by saying this however this one one of the most offensive things you can say to an endo sufferer. You may get severe period pains and that sucks, but the fact that you think endo is just period pains is frustraing. When you can hardly get out of bed for weeks on end, talk to me.

4. Greasy Hair and Hairy Legs

You know you are having a bad episode when even the thought of showering is draining let alone actually completing this task. So to say I literally get in and out would be quite a good description. My poor boyfriend putting up with my hairy body and my poor, poor cute outfits being let down by a greasy bun. Oh the joys of fatigue.

5. Paying for Pads and Tampons

This stuff is expensive, espically when you bleed for 6 weeks straight. Goverment listen up, fund ’em!

6. When everyone you meet suddenly has the ‘answer to my prayers’

Im just not even gonna…….

7. “My Aunty had a baby and thats how she cured her Endometriosis”…..

First of all, CURE – LOL, second of all, whatever rock you live under, please remove yourself from it and educate yourself, Pregnancy doesn’t help everyone people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8. When the Staff in the Emergency Department think your a Drug addict

We all must have been here right? The funny looks, the whispers and stares, the “are you sure your really in pain hunny” chats. A common complaint from a lot of woman who deal with Endometriosis is they are made to feel like drug seekers. Seriously? Do you think I want to be lying in a cold, loud hospital wing on a Tuesday night at 1:13am instead of my warm cosy bed fast asleep? Do you really think if I had a choice I would like to be hooked up to a morphine drip filling myself with pharmaceutical crap?? NO I AM NOT SEEKING DRUGS! But I would really like them to help get rid of this pain so please come to your senses and realise I am in desperate need of your help and assist me in getting sane and comfortable enough to head home, thanks 🙂

9. The wheat bag is just never hot enough

Ok, how many of us have literally nearly burnt ourselves from frying our skin with an extra hot wheaty? (I imagine you are all raising your hands at this point) When the pains are so bad it is literally impossible to get your heat device hot enough to even slightly make the cramps bearable, there is so no saving you lol.

10. “Does like, that mean you can’t ever have babies?”

Firstly, sit down you insensitive human. Secondly, my chances do become slimmer then normal, thanks for reminding me 🙂 isn’t it actually the worst when people don’t even think about how this question is going to make you feel? So cut throat it hurts.

11. Painsomina

100% is a thing. 100%. You are so sore, that you can’t even sleep. But you are so tired and exhausted from being in pain all day and you just wanna sleep. But you can’t, cos your in pain still and you cannot get comfortable no matter how hard you try or how many painkillers you take. You are just awake, dying a slow death whilst watching time slowllllllly tick by.

12. Explaining to your new partner what is wrong with you

Isn’t the “it sometimes hurts to have sex” convo literally the worst? Explaining to a male who has it drilled in his head that periods are even more taboo to talk about then the devil, that what Endometriosis is and how it effects you, ughhhhhh such a drag. I actually have now decided we should get like gold medals after having this conversation?

13. The initial convincing the doctors theres something wrong with you saga

Omg how did I nearly forget this one? THE ABSOLUTE WORST! Trying to convince a medical professional that your BODY HATESSSSSSS YOUUUUU and them not believing you for idk, like 8 years (using that number as its the average time a girl has to wait for a diagnosis) is so horrible. I remember the “take some pandadol, its just a bad period” chats like it was yesterday. You leave feeling so deflated and so mental

14. The after surgery gas

Haha k, I’m sorry, we have to discuss it. The first few days after surgery, and all that gas that they have pumped your tummy with is leaving your body, so embarrassing lol. You feel so un feminine and its so unacceptable. With no choice in the matter, “Pardon me” becomes your new favourite saying

15. When tired really, reallllly means TIRED

I literally hate it when I get to this point. When you actually have to put thought into picking up each leg when you walk. When simple tasks such as the dishes, folding the washing or brushing your goddam teeth feel like an olympic race. Once the fatigue takes over, the only thought I can concentrate on properly is getting myself to bed.

16. The bloating

You don’t know bloat until you have meet the Endo belly bloat right? Being that bloated sucks, especially when it means you can no longer eat your favourite chocolate unless you want to deal with the 4 month pregnant belly look. Even worse, looking pregnant when you run the possibility of never actually being able to be pregnant – can suck it.

17. Having your period, like all the time

SO many of us have been here – the never ending period. The waiting for it to finish and it never does. The loosing count of how long it has been since you didn’t have to change a tampon. The “OMG WHY WONT YOU GO AWAY” tears whilst sitting on the toilet unwrapping yet another night pad that will only last an hour because the flow is so heavy. Lets all have a moment of silence for all those who have been there, we deserve it.

18. You become your friends and families pharamcist

“So, can I take these two medications together?”

“You know that thing I got off you that time I felt nauseas, can I take some home with me?”

“I have a headache, do you have anything that will help?”

“Will I be fine if I take this without food?”

“How many of these can I take at once?”

19. Cramps

Its an obvious one, yet one that still needs to be addressed. How flipping sore are those cramps though? Cramps in your belly, cramps in your back, in your legs, in your actual vagina! Like enough is enough. However your body doesn’t understand that saying and just keeps throwing you cramps on cramps.

20. Calling in sick for work

Having to try and explain that periods are not an easy task for you and that you need to stay home in bed to your manager is not a fun or ideal task. Having them believe the severity of it can be so hard. Especially when you did this last week, and now you have the same problem and they can’t quite get their head around how you have your period again in such a small amount of time? Like when is ” I have my period and I have Endometriosis so leave me be” going to be an acceptable reason for a sick day? I vote it should be now.

Guys, honestly lol – I could sit up all night typing because the list seems to be never ending. Feel free to add “the confession you wanna make but never say” into the comments below – I can’t wait to see what you all have to add and what I’ve missed!

Hope you had a lil laugh relating to the above.

[paigegoddard]

To Improve Your Mental Health

Start with scraps. It sounds quite simple, but save little pieces of anything that makes you smile, or as Marie Kondo would say ‘Sparks Joy’. Save anything from birthday cards to packaging (labels or fabric scraps) anything that will give your scrapbook texture and depth. This type of creative energy will instantly improve your state of mind.

Press a flower or two. My friend gave me one and I’ve pressed the petals so I can cherish the beaut day I had with her

You Can & You Will

Morning Routine I’m gradually living by

BE KIND TO YOU

Affirmation and gratitude are key. Write what you like about yourself and jot down things you are grateful for, this helps us with our self esteem and helps balance moods. It may seem easier to criticise yourself, but instead of calling yourself ugly or fat–try calling yourself pretty and kind instead. Write it down, even if you may not fully believe it. A huge step in self care is being kind to oneself. Be kind to you.

List what you are grateful for

Trust in the process

I am…

Note to self

List what negatively effects your health and wellbeing then list what improves your health and wellbeing, do this along side of each other to easily compare. You might find that what is having negative impacts on your health is easier to fix that you may imagine. Making a list could give your negative thoughts a more realistic approach, giving you steps to then potentially improve or change those thoughts. It won’t look as chaotic as it feels in your head. You may see that you have more too be happy for than to be sad for. You will be able to capture what truly makes you happy and what makes you grateful to be alive. 

This wasn’t easy for me to write down and certainly hasn’t been easy to share online. But I feel much better for it. Try sharing with yourself first and then to the world. Someone will be there.

These are mums fairy cutouts, they remind me of her and she makes me so happy.

Dream big because you are only as big as those dreams.

Have fun and don’t be afraid to make mistakes, you can always replace or rip things out that doesn’t sit right with you. Just get started and stuck in, let your imagination lead you, and try to be in the moment. 

Visualise the life you desire and write what you want out of it and if you don’t know, visualise what you like, what makes you happy. Add images that make you smile.If your re envious of someone, ask yourself why, what do they have that you might want? I’d like to travel more, and to have my own fashion business, to sleep in the sky in (pref in business class) one day. Dream big because you are only as big as those dreams. Only you need to believe in you. I want to create, and from the creations I’d like to read, write, sew, make art–in turn this will give me the life I desire. I want to create everyday and not spend my time earning money at a job I hate, just to simply survive. If it’s money you want out life, think of ways to make money and what you’ll spend it on. The experiences you will have and the people you want to share those experiences with.

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Alloraspo – Inspo from my past collaborations Finally; Collage Inspo and happiness from the past. My real happy times were when I was creating amazing collaborations for my zine (Allora)- I have taken some of my work and put it in my scrapbook to remind me of happy times, when I was styling and directing photoshoots for Allora. Simply seeing a smile can light up your day. Thats why I have chosen this particular image of Molly, Kiran and Alex–they are all so happy in this shot and it makes me feel good about the work I’ve produced and the teams I have brought together. My accomplishments finally impress me, since I have had time to reflect. We should all be happy with our accomplishments, no matter how big or small. Doing something, is way better than doing nothing. Find your something you love and do it. Do it everyday and take time to stop and be proud of yourself. Especially when the times are hard and you feel like you are not moving forward. I don’t know when my next photoshoot will be but I know I’ll be more than ready and I’ll love and cherish every minute of it. Collage happy memories and saviour those times. 

Accept that you can’t change what happens to you but you can change how you handle those changes. You can create the life you want and you can start right this second. All the great ones have had severe struggles and they have turned their life around. It started with a vision and taking small steps to getting towards that vision. Hold on and get creating. If you don’t know where to start, start with a wellbeing scrapbook. No one ever has to see it. It’s for you. Do something for you. Improve your mental health by following these 6 steps. It has helped me significanlty these past few weeks. Try it, especially if you are struggling with your mind. Be the stylist of your own life.

Stay Save, Stay positive and keep styling

xoxo 

How To Start A Wellbeing Scrapbook To Improve Your Mental Health

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Kanye West “Runaway” Copy Pasta via /r/emojipasta

Kanye West “Runaway” Copy Pasta

God🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿 I love💙 this👆🏻so much🙌🏼. Every single 🕴🏻thing about this 👆🏻masterpiece 🖼 is so beautiful 😍 . The music 🎶 ... Every lyric 🎼... The artistry 🎨 in direction, the creativityin 👩🏼‍🎨 production 🎥 , the cinematography 🍿 , those fireworks 🎇 ... that gorgeous 🔮 bird 🦅 costume on probably the most stunningly ✨ beautiful 🌟 woman 👩🏻 I think I've ever seen 👀 ... The ballet 🩰 dancers 👯‍♀️ ... Wow 🤩! I've watched 👀 this👆🏻 prob a hundred 💯 times ⏰ but it will never 🙅🏻‍♀️ get boring 😑 . I can't 🙅🏻‍♀️ take my eyes 👁 👁 off the screen 📺 for one ☝🏻 second ⏰ of those 34 minutes 🕰 . I 🙍🏻‍♀️ love ❤️ all of Kanye's 👑 work, and it is purely 💦 impossible🙅🏻‍♀️ to pick a favourite ❤️ , but 🍑 if I could only 🙋🏻‍♀️ever listen to ✌🏼two ✌🏼songs 🎵 for the rest of my time 🕰 here on earth 🌍 - it would no 🙅🏻‍♀️ question ❓ be Ghost 👻 Town 🌃 and- Runaway 🏃 . I cannot❌ listen 👂 to runaway 🏃‍♀️ without feeling triumphant 🏆 for some reason, lol 😆. Makes me laugh 😂 , makes me cry 😢, makes me appreciate 🙏🏿 the beauty 💋 in every other human 🧒🏿 being at once ☝🏻 with feeling my own. 🦾 For one ☝🏻 song 🎼 to ignite 🧨 that many 😒😏🙃🙂emotions🙂🙃😏😒in me just feels incredible🤩🥳. And inspiring 😱, and enchanted 💫. Kanye 👑 West 🧭 , as an artist 👩🏼‍🎨 AND as a human 👨🏾being, in my 💁🏻‍♀️ very humble 😌opinion- has harnessed some 🤔 sort of power 🗣 to captivate 😳 people 🕺🏻🕺🏻 educate 🏫 and enlighten 🧠 them- whether it means entrancing them 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 with his artistry 🎨 , speaking 🗣🗣 truths 💯 that people🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 need to hear 👂 but don't always 😒 want to, and not 🙅🏻‍♀️ giving a fuck what anybody🤷🏻‍♀️ thinks 🙇🏻‍♀️ about... While still wishing 🌟 them 🙆🏻‍♀️ the best 👼 & respecting 👥 their freedom 🕊 to disagree (which is usually code for misunderstand ❌🧠/ or not comprehend❌👁 what he is trying to say 🗣. Even worst 😳 case scenarios where people 👨🏾 act especially argumentative 😡 or hateful 😈or just plain ignorant 🐍 towards him 👑 - at his bottom line I always hear him 👑 expressing his desire 😻for🧒🏿👩🏼‍🦱🧕👮🏿‍♀️ everybody 🧒🏿👩🏼‍🦱🧕👮🏿‍♀️to just be happy 😃 , and to feel free 🕊 . Everything I 🙋🏻‍♀️ hear 👂 him preach ⛪️ 🙏🏿 is about working 💪🏼for the greater good of humanity 👥 🌎 , it's about waking up 👁❌💤 it's about freedom 🕊 , it's about art 🖼 and expression 🗣 and feeling 💕 , and more importantly 🧐 actually BEING- okay 😃with oneself 🧒🏿. Understanding 🤨 that we 👥 are each 🙋🏻‍♀️ flawed 😔 but it is these flaws 😳 that make us 👥 unique 👏🏼, and it is our combined👏🏼 uniqueness👏🏼 and flaws👏🏼 that combined👏🏼, make one ☝🏻 absolutely perfect😻 whole. As a human 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻race, as the beautiful😻 individual ☝🏻expressions of light 💡 and energy 🔋 , spirit 👻 , God 🙏🏿, source 🌎, the universe 🌌 ... Whatever you 🤨would like to call 📲 it, but those are just words 🌝, and the point is it's all beautiful 💥🔥✨💕😻. And we're all beautiful😻💕✨🔥💥. And it is precisely the things that we 🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻 are conditioned ❌NOT ❌to value 💰 or love 💗 about ourselves🙋🏻‍♀️ that make us 👥so perfect 💕 as a united 🇺🇸 whole 🌍 We are ❌not ❌separate, and nobody ❌👥 should ever feel lonely 😩 because of this ☝🏻 . There's 8 billion 🌍 people in the world 🌎 but still so many 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻 of us feel alone 😢 ... But all at once ☝🏻 we 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 should cherish 🙏🏿 the individualities 🙋🏻‍♀️we have each created 🖼 for ourselves, for this s what makes this roller coaster 🎢 ride in space 🌌 fun 🤠. lol. And interesting 🧐 . Of course it is difficult 😤 sometimes to try and remain enlightened 🤓 and calm 😙 in the face 👹 of ignorance 🐍 or hatred 👺, and in any instances where Kanye 👑 has clapped 👏🏼 back or gotten defensive 🥴, they either deserved 🤕 the reality check ✔️, they 👩🏼didn't see 👀 it coming bc their ignorance 🐍 trumped their intuition 👁👁- which is also likely the cause of the initial ☝🏻 issue in the form of a complete 🌍 misunderstanding 😟 due to the fact 💯 that Kanye 👑 is trying to express 🎨 something that they are not🙅🏻‍♀️ ready to hear 👂 or are just not 🙅🏻‍♀️ even close to being on the intellectual 🧠 , emotional 😭 , or spiritual 🙇🏻‍♀️ level that he is speaking 🗣 on- and therefore just not 🙅🏻‍♀️ getting it. These 👏🏼 things are amazing 😉 though, bc for one ☝🏻 , I love ❤️ it that Kanye 👑 is human 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 in that regard, it just reinforces everything I 💁🏻‍♀️ said before about embracing 🤗 all those imperfections 🧏🏽‍♂️, and two- ✌🏼 because every single ☝🏻 time ⏰ - it reinforces the exact ✔️ point he's 👑 trying to make but just can't 🤷🏻‍♀️ put into words 🗣 in a way that some people will hear 👂 , or even try to listen 👂 to. Which goes back to my 💁🏻‍♀️original sentiment about Kanye 👑 as an artist 👩🏼‍🎨 . Not a politician 🇺🇸 , not an actor 🎥 , or any other profession 👨🏾‍⚕️ who get paid 💰 to lie and just see 👀 how many 👥👥 people they can get to buy 💴 it. Not 🙅🏻‍♀️ somebody who was groomed 😿 and trained 😾 to tell 🗣 people 👥only what they want to 👂 in a soothing 😎 way that they can handle, and obvi 🙅🏻‍♀��not somebody who was 🧠 🧼 brainwashed 🧼 🧠 to believe anything those soothing 😌 voices 🗣 and paid 💵 liars tell them to believe. Which I 💁🏻‍♀️think 🤨 is why people👥 just 🙅🏻‍♀️don't get him 👑 , or want to disagree 🐍 and attack 🥊 him, or both ✌🏼 . But because he 👑 IS a human 👨🏾‍⚕️ being, as other human beings 👥, we can't 🤷🏻‍♀️expect him to pander to the masses' 🌍 false beliefs or their 🐍ignorance. Hell 🔥 idk even know if it's right✔️ to call 📱 it "the masses" 🌍 honestly it might just be a handful of shitstarters 💩 😡 and dummies 🤦🏻‍♀️ that the media 📸 blows way out of proportion so that from my 💁🏻‍♀️simple pov- his 👑 existence looks 👀 like mad 😡 drama 🗣 when it's really maybe mostly not, lol 😆 . And I 💁🏻‍♀️ already know 🧠 the media 📸 makes the world 🌍 outside my peripherals 👁 look stupid 🤦🏻‍♀️ , violent 🔫 barbaric 🔪... And much, much worse 😔 than it really is 🧐. Because the facts 💯 are, all these nice 👍🏻 , intelligent 🤓 people 👥 aren't disgusting 🤢 or mean 🤬 or funny 🤡(in a bad 🥵 way) enough to make a cool 😎 story 📖 . When in my reality 💯 , I meet woke 👀 af Individuals🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻 wayyy more regular 👯‍♂️ than what any sort of media 📸 tells me my odds should 🤔 be for an encounter 👀 with someone 👑 like that, another human 🕺🏻 being that doesn't want to kill 🔪, rob 💰 and rape 👉🏻👌🏽 me 💁🏻‍♀️ or who's smarter 🤓 than a box 📦 of rocks 💎 is a rare breed 🐕 of person🕺🏻- according to the news anyway. 🙄 Anyway big ass tangent ⭕️ here- (feels appropriate🤓 tho, considering who's 👑 video 🏃 I'm commenting 👩🏻‍💻 on- not gonna lie- lol 😆 ) but anyway. Point being that because Kanye 👑 is so refreshingly 💦 human 👨🏾‍⚕️ like us 👥 aka REAL 💯 , and people 👥 cannot 🙅🏻‍♀️ expect perfection ✔️ in any sort of normal 😐 everyday life 🗺 or interactions 🤝 or behaviors 👹 from other, more or less equally 🥴imperfect🥴 people 👥. BUT- because Kanye 👑 is also the extraordinarily 🏆 talented 👌🏽 and phenomenally 😍 creative 🥳 ARTIST 👩🏼‍🎨 he 👑 is, he 👑 doesn't have to be perfect😇 in any other humanly 😎 possible way, anyway 💯. He 👑 is already perfect 👌🏽 in as many ‼️ ways one human 🕺🏻could be in THAT ☝🏻 department, And... Idk 😐 about y'all 👥, but as one ☝🏻 human 🕺🏻being to 8 billion others 🌍 - I'd much rather y'all 🌎 be as real 💯 and intelligent 🧠 and 🙅🏻‍♀️not giving a fuck 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿about what others 🐑 think 🤔 , understand 🤓, agree 👍🏻 with,, or like about you... 😛 but also not 🙅🏻‍♀️shoving🙅🏻‍♀️ all the stuff you do 👌🏽👌🏽 give a fuck about down ⬇️ everybody's 🐑 throats and judging 😡 them, bullying 😫 them, ostracizing 🤭 them, or attacking 🥊 anyone who doesn't believe in every single ☝🏻 little 🤏🏿thing you 🤡 do. Respect ✊🏼 . Love 💕 . Joy 😊 . Inspiration 😯 . Passion 🍆 . Freedom 🕊 . Fun 😆. That's ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻what we 🕺🏻 💃🏻 are all here for 💯 . That ☝🏻 is what every 🕺🏻person 💃🏻 wants at the bottom ⬇️ of their hearts 💞 and souls ❤️ . We 👥pursue it all in different 👀ways and that is what we 👥 should appreciate 🙏🏿 most about being here 🌍 , with each other🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻❤️. Thank you 🙏🏿 Kanye 👑 West 🧭 , for being one ☝🏻 of the many✊🏼, many, teachers 👩‍🏫 of things like this to me 💁🏻‍♀️ personally. And thank 🙏🏿 you to all 🌍 the rest of you 8 billion 👥👥👥- you are all my 💁🏻‍♀️teachers 👨‍🏫 too. I just wish 🌟I knew you 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨all well enough to appreciate🙏🏿 you're being here, 🌏 in person 👀. Because even that value 🏆 and gratitude 🙏🏿 for those that you 💃🏻🕺🏻don't know 🧠, would be awesome 😎 to give ✊🏼and receive ☝🏻on that level 💯 . Even like this ridiculously long 📝 comment of appreciation 🙏🏿 for Kanye 👑 West 🧭, who doesn't know me 😔 and prob never will 😢 , is a type of gratitude 🙏🏿🙏🏿💯 I would like to extend to everyone 🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 on the planet 🌎 for something, if I could😫😫. Because even the 😏appreciation🕺🏻 thrown towards a stranger 🚶‍♀️ in the slightest 🤏🏿, most superficial 💋and completely one-way road ⚠️ type of "knowing 🧠 👀 " someone- like that from a "normal" 🚶‍♀️ person, or in this case a fan 🤩 for somebody they 🌊 admire 💕 , in this ☝🏻 case a famous 🎉🎉🎉 artist 👩🏼‍🎨 , is a step towards 🔜 the kind of world 🌎 we 👥 would live 🏡 in if everybody 👥👥👥could truly 💯 appreciate 🙏🏿 everybody, just in some 🤔 way- any 😨way- or every 🤗 way- or even just 🥳for being here 🌍‼️‼️. But I guess 🤔 everybody 👥can only appreciate everybody 🌍 , if on some level we 🕺🏻🚶‍♀️💃🏻already do. And I think 🤔 that's the level Kanye's 👑 on when he 👑 made this 🎥 🎼 🏃‍♀️ 💿 . Love ❤️ you 🤝 all 🌍🌍🌍 You too, Ye 👑. Thanks 🙏🏿 for giving me 💁🏻‍♀️ this comment 📝 box 📦 to drop 📥some love ❤️ on the world 🌍 . lol 😆 . And to anybody 🤔 🕺🏻💃🏻 who's still reading 📖 this ☝🏻 , may God 🙏🏿 and yeezus 👑 bless ❇️ your beautiful soul ❤️, and I love 💕 YOU 💃🏻🕺🏻most of all! 💯 I believe 🤗 the title of this film 🎞 is where you 👥 can find the meaning 🧐 . Runaway. 🏃 If you 👥 have ever listened 👂 to Kanye 👑 he always talks 🗣about how we 🌍 are slaves 😔 to society 💭 . He 👑 is showing 👀 us within a film 🎞 that the way people 👥 perceive 👁 us and our 👥 own egos 😼 trap 🕳 us into a mold 🗜 that we 🕺🏻💃🏻 doesn't necessarily 🙅🏻‍♀️ represent who we 🌍 are. The bird 🦅 is Kanye 👑 and his 👑 own inner beauty 💄. Kanye's 👑 entire motivation 💪🏼 to create 🎨 and be heard 👂 is the fact 💯 that he 👑 feels shorted 😞 by what people 🐑 think 💭 he 👑 should be or what they 🐑 think 💭 he 👑 should do. He 👑 feels like 🙊 his 👑 true 💯 self, untainted by society, is a phoenix and if he 👑 let's society 🐑 🌍 control 🎮 him 👑 then it will turn ⏭ to stone 💎 . Kanye 👑 wants us 🕺🏻💃🏻 to see 👀 that the stereotypes 🧒🏿🧕👮🏿‍♀️ created by us 💃🏻🕺🏻 limit our own 👥expression, our true 💯 authentic beauty 💄. Now, you 🤡 may think 🤔 it is crazy 😜 to think 🤔 this much 🙊 about the symbolism 📖 but artists 👩🏼‍🎨 don't 🙅🏻‍♀️ make art 🖼 unless they 👩‍🎤 are compelled 😍🤩 by some larger 🌍 mission. Art 🖼 is expressing 💦 the soul ❤️ . Art 🖼 is sacred 🙌🏼. So yes✔️✔️✔️, on the surface 🌊 this is beautiful 😍 and enjoyable 🤪 but for him 👑 , it is so much more 💯. Man 👨🏾 i cry 😭 so much when the autotuned 🎤 part from runaway 🏃 starts ▶️, it's like so beautiful 😍 the mix 🔀 between the song 🎼 and the ballet 🩰 scene. I never🙅🏻‍♀️ realized 🧐 how dope 🤪 ballet 👯‍♀️ was until right I 💁🏻‍♀️ watched 👀 this ☝🏻. They 👯‍♀️ walk on their toes 🦶. Think 🤔 about how much 😣 their toes 🦶 hurt 🤕 . You 🙅🏻‍♀️wouldn't know 🧠 the serious 💯 toe 🦶 pain 😓 that they 👯‍♀️ are in though because they act 🤪 like their toes 🦶 don't hurt 😢 ,but in reality ☝🏻 they 🦶 hurt very 🤕badly 😭. I 💁🏻‍♀️ just tried 🚶‍♀️ standing on my 💁🏻‍♀️ toes 🦶 and I 💁🏻‍♀️ can't 🙅🏻‍♀️ explain 🤨 how much it sucked 😒. Appreciate 🙏🏿 these people 👯‍♀️ who are willing 🤪 to wear 🩰 weird 🦅 clothes and stand 🚶‍♀️ on their toes 🦶, because it is awkward 😫,embarrassing 😣, and painful 😖 . Go stand🚶‍♀️ on your toes 🩰 in a weird outfit 🧝🏽‍♀️. Bitch.🥵

Submitted March 28, 2020 at 05:49PM by unemotionals via reddit https://ift.tt/3aqxyk1