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Apple Body Shape (Oval Shape)

The apple body is characterized by a heavier upper body in comparison to your lower part. The shape features broad shoulders and a bigger bust line, gathering weight around the midriff. Now, as most of the weight gathers above the hips, the mid-riff appears heavier than the remaining body with a minimal waistline. Thus, wearing dresses with V, deep V, plunge V, and sweetheart necklines creates the illusion of an elongated torso. Use accessories to draw attention close to the face or legs.

A-line or empire cuts are ideal for apple body shape. Wear printed dresses or patterned jackets that add a layer to shift the focus. Monochrome looks, dark colors, full or 3/4th sleeve dresses, and flowy tops will also help. For the bottoms choose flared options such as palazzos, to create a balance. Also, go for bottoms with higher waistlines as this will give a more balanced and elongated look. Make sure that the pieces sit well on the right curves, so go for a bit of tailoring if required.  The hourglass shape is good and can rock any look, but wearing a loose and oversized look would not be the right choice, as they will conceal the most desired curves.  

Pear Body Shape (Triangle Shape)

The shape is distinguished by a well-defined lower body, with the butt and thighs visually bigger than the upper body. People with this body shape have comparatively narrower shoulders. The best part of this body type is that the right styling can help you create the illusion of an hourglass figure. You can also try body shaper for women, to get the hourglass figure with much ease.

Wide-legged pants, A-line skirts, or dresses with patterned or ruffled tops are great for creating a balanced look. The wide pants would draw attention away from the wide lower body and the ruffled tops would add up to the width of the upper body.  Skinny jeans with loose tops help create an hourglass illusion. Crop tops, sweetheart, V or deep-V, padded jackets and tops, and scoop, or boat necks will balance the bottom. Avoid skin-fitting tops, halter necklines, and loose bottoms as these would accentuate the pear shape.

Banana Body Shape (Rectangle Shape)

The rectangle-shaped body is usually well-balanced from the shoulders to the hips.  The arms and legs are the assets for the people with rectangle-shaped bodies. The body is like the hourglass figure minus the defined waistline. So, the dressing is all the more similar for both body shapes.

The best pieces of clothing for body shape include A-line skirts and ruffled and layered tops. The ideal cuts include sleeveless, strapless, and sweetheart lines. Blazers, long jackets, and capes can be used to add much-needed drama to the overall look. However, avoid wearing overarching dresses, as they would look very consuming and might not look great.  

Inverted Triangle Body Shape

People with this body shape have an athletic-looking body with shoulders much broader than the hips. Thus, the key to dressing for this style is the enhancement of the arms and shoulders as much as possible. Also, wear clothes that add definition to your hips, giving you a more balanced look.

Straight-cut jeans and dresses naturally have an inverted V-look and thus would be the best for your body type. You can also add volume to your lower body using voluminous fabrics, light colors, details, and prints. You can also try pencil-cut skirts, skinny jeans, and other pieces of the kind to rock the look. Always avoid much layering to the upper body. V-neck lines work well and create an illusion of narrow shoulders, so these can be used to gain a more proportionate look.

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[141goblin]

Hi people. I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a fanfic and I thought i’d put a feeler out there to see if people are interested in reading my silly little brain worms and thoughts. Word of warning, it’s little rusty and definitely still a work in progress. I don’t yet have a title or anything like that, but i wanna share (ok ok leave me alone)

Part one: Soft.

Reader described as plus-sized. Fem reader. Implied past abusive relationship.

John Price X Reader.

“Amelia, I said no!” I huff into the phone, getting increasingly frustrated at my best friend’s insistence. She had been going on and on about some big military party that her boyfriend was going to, and of course, because we’re basically attached at the hip, she ‘needs me there’.

“Oh, come onnnn! It’ll be fun! And who knows, we might finally find you a man for you to spend time with instead of you sitting in your apartment and watching reruns of gilmore girls twenty-four-seven.”

I huff and roll my eyes, grateful that she isn’t able to see me. Honestly, the thought of having to drag myself off of my couch and go through the motions of getting ready and attempting to doll myself up makes me feel physically ill. Truth be told, I haven’t left my apartment for weeks. Not since i had that god-awful night with my arsehole of an ex boyfriend.

My mind drifts back to that night, the time I spent getting ready and psyching myself up, all for me to get there and be completely disregarded and used. Like a piece of meat. He’d been blowing up my phone with messages ever since, insisting he was sorry, and that it won’t happen again, and he just got carried away. I hadn’t had the mental capacity to message him back.. My best friends voice pulls me back to reality.

“You’re coming. I’ll be at your flat in twenty minutes with pre drinks. Shower and shave.”

Before I get any chance to worm my way out of this ridiculous ordeal, she kisses me good-bye through the phone and hangs up. I throw my phone to the opposite end of the couch and groan into a pillow. Just when I was settled, watching gilmore girls for the umpteenth time, with a glass of wine and a bowl of crisps… Shit, maybe I do need to get out…

I down the rest of my glass of wine and wince at the taste. I make a mental note to stop being cheap and buying shit wine just because it’s cheaper. After all, it’s not like I can’t afford to buy nicer tasting wine. But truthfully, I don’t go to tescos at 8pm in my pyjamas and buy nice wine to be all sophisticated. I do it to buy cheap wine and get drunk while i watch gilmore girls and cry, wishing i had the same relationship with my mother that Lorelai and Rory have. It’s pitiful, and pathetic.

I huff and drag myself off of my couch and make my way into my bathroom to shower. Once undressed, i notice just how hairy my legs have gotten. But, is it really worth the effort, the sweating and red face just to have smooth legs? I brush off the thought and step into the hot shower. I do my usual: wash and condition my hair, wash my face and body, and then actually decide to shave my goddamn legs. It takes me the better part of fifteen minutes, but beauty is pain, as they say.

Just as i’m stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that’s all too small to cover my stomach and wide thighs, my best friend makes herself known, clearly having used her spare key to let herself into my flat. Her face is all scrunched up in disgust at the state of the place and she’s begun to pick up my clothes that are strewn about the place, throwing them into the washing machine. I roll my eyes and make my way into my bedroom, and she follows. She has that shit-eating grin on her face that I know all too well. No doubt she’s going to make me squeeze into some tiny outfit in the hopes i’ll impress some random man and hopefully let him fuck my brains out. She’s highly mistaken.

Instead of a skimpy outfit, we compromise. I end up wearing a mid-length silk dress that has a risky slit up the leg, but not too high that it shows off my cellulite, one of my biggest insecurities. She does up my hair into a messy bun with a few curls framing my face and insists on me wearing her favourite red lipstick, telling me i’ll look ‘fuckable’, her words, not mine. After strapping some heels onto my feet I take one last look in the mirror, face slightly flushed from the two or three glasses of wine Amelia practically poured down my throat to loosen me up. I should feel beautiful, but I don’t. I can’t help but feel like a pig, wrapped in silk and smothered in ridiculous lipstick. Ready to be taken off to market and ridiculed by men that think it’s shameful to like a fat girl. My ex-boyfriend’s attitude and words from the duration of our relationship echoing around my head.

“They don’t see you like I do, babe. They don’t see your personality.”

“You’re wearing that?”

“Oh come on, babe. I was only looking at her. She’s a model, what do you expect?”

After a too long uber ride full of pep-talks by Amelia and discreetly drinking from the remnants of a bottle of wine, we’re standing outside of what can only be described as a fucking mansion. The type that has stairs leading up to its entrance that’s held up by beautifully structured pillars, the type of place i write about in my short stories. There are too many windows to count, most of them lit up by subtle golden glow, the soft buzz of music that’s able to be heart from outside, something soft and jazzy, like the type of music you’d hear in an old jazz bar in New York.

I’m too busy marvelling at the ‘fucking mansion’ in front of me when I hear the recognisable voice of Amelia’s boyfriend, Johnny. Johnny is the type of guy that can make any girl weak in the knees with his charming smile and sparkling blue eyes. He’s sweet and cheeky, but not my type.

“There you two are! Was beginning ‘ter think ‘yaes got lost.”

I give Johnny a polite smile and continue looking up at the grandeur of the building in-front of me while he gives Amelia a kiss and whispers something flirty in her ear. Johnny and Amelia are solid, and he’s good for her. Plus, he knows we come as a package deal, so he makes sure to make me feel included when I end up tagging along on their days out or evening drinks.

“Looking good, bonnie.” Johnny says to me, with a cheeky wink. Amelia laughs, her signature sweet giggle, and it’s clear why she turns heads everywhere we go.

I force a smile and hold back a self-deprecating remark.

“Thanks, Johnny.”

Amelia takes Johnny by the arm and leads her inside, making me follow like an awkward third wheel. I try my best not to feel like an idiot as i’m led into the main ballroom, where i assume the party is being held. Johnny leads us to the bar and buys the three of us a round of drinks. I try to insist that I can buy my own, but both he and Amelia dismiss it and i’m left with a blueberry Martini sitting in front of me at the bar.

After a few minutes of awkward small talk between the three of us, mixed in with too much PDA between Johnny and Amelia for my liking, Johnny leads Amelia off to meet some of his friends, leaving me alone at the bar. I hoist myself onto a barstool, arse spilling over the edge. Fuck sake, I think. People need to start inventing barstools that are fat-girl friendly. I ignore the buzz of chatter in the ballroom and down the rest of my blueberry martini, flagging down the bartender for another one.

I begin sipping on the fresh Martini and start looking back around the room. I can’t help but think this would be a perfect scene to write in one of my stories. A room packed full of rich people dressed in fancy suits and expensive dresses, where everyone pretends to be on their best behaviour.

After a few minutes of being alone at the bar, I make peace with the fact that I will likely be alone for most of the night while Amelia mingles with Johnny and his friends. It doesn’t bother me, per say, but something deep within my belly wishes that one, just once, I could be the one to turn heads, to capture the attention of a group of people with nothing but my appearance and laugh, to have people willing to talk to me and learn about me, without feeling like it’s out of pity.

I shrug to myself and take a few more sips of my martini and let my attention wander over to my best friend and her boyfriend, and his group of (presumably) military friends. Johnny must’ve noticed me sitting alone at the bar and felt pity for me because I see him making his way over, sporting his disarming smile. I smile back.

“What’s the matter, Lass? Not enjoying ‘yerself?”

He leans on the bar casually, and it’s clear he’s making an effort to make me feel included.

“I’m enjoying myself just fine, Johnny. You can go back to your mates and Amelia, don’t worry about me.”

He cocks a brow and flashes that cheeky grin.

“Not gonna join us?”

I shake my head and take another sip of my martini, waving a dismissive hand. I attempt to play it off with a joke.

“Doubt i’d fit in with your military mates.”

He scoffs and looks jokingly offended.

“Aye, come on, Bonnie. We don’t bite. I know Si looks like a scary fucker, but we’re a nice bunch. I swear.”

I laugh and take another sip. Johnny is a good guy, there’s no denying that, even if it does feel like he’s taking pity on his girlfriends fat, single friend that looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here.

Judging from the way he talks about ‘Si’, I make an assumption that he’s the one with the dirty-blonde hair, the one who’s built like a brick shit-house and looks like he could snap anyone in half with one hand.

Johnny points to one of the other lads, a typical pretty boy with striking brown eyes.

“That’s Gaz. He’s a good’un. Likes to flirt too much, but e’s harmless.”

I follow Johnny’s finger as he points to the third man. A man who’s wide, and fucking muscly, but looks like he has a soft layer of fat underneath that expensive suit of his.

“And that, that’s the Cap’n. The best of us all. Keeps us in check when we cause trouble. He won’t admit it, but he’s a softie at heart.”

My eyes stay on the wide man a little longer than the others. I see a smile under his well-groomed mutton chops and moustache that’s peppered with little greys here and there. His shoulders look like they’re about to burst out of his shirt at any given moment, and his hips are exactly the same. That’s all contrasted by his blue eyes, like a deep pool that women no doubt get lost in. The man’s a fucking contradiction. Too wide, Too soft.

Johnny’s voice snaps me back into the room, averting my eyes away from the man I know as ‘Captain’.

“Come on, Bonnie. Come say hello, mingle a little. We don’t bite.”

[soft-for-them]

Palm readings and tulips - Roman Godfrey x plus size reader

Summary: You and Roman are close, best friends even. You think he doesn't love you despite everything pointing to him loving you.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: Before writing this I hadn't watched Hemlock Grove since I was like fourteen so at this point in time I've only re-watched the first few episodes so the characters are probably way ooc. Not proof read.

Since turning eighteen, aka a legal adult, you’ve realised that you still don’t have the power to do much at all. You’re still learning to drive despite knowing that you won’t be able to afford the cost of a car on your own. You’re working part time and you’re still somehow waking up every morning to go to school which seems to never end.

Then there’s Roman.

Best friends since your family moved to Hemlock Grove when you were twelve, the promise of a job at the steel mill shattered as soon as you arrived, Roman has always been generous with his disposable wealth when it comes to you.

Roman Godfrey with his fancy little red car always filled with fuel, his house always open to you when you don’t feel safe at home, his disregard for the price of anything him choosing to always pay for your shopping the rare time he stalks around a shop with you when he’s not busy bedding other people. With a flick of a wrist he can get anything he wants no fake ID or drop of his prestigious name needed, though he does the latter one regardless, Roman Godfrey has the world at his feet.

Maybe that’s why you’re forever thinking up reasons why he’s still friends with you.

As you bang you head on your dull green locker, no one around the hallways to stop you for most if not all the students have been killed in gruesome bloody ways only leaving the younger students and the less than savoury upper-classmen left. To think, if you didn’t have someone like Roman following you around like a shadow then you’d probably be mauled to death in a ditch somewhere.

What a lovely thought that is indeed.

Raising you head you look down the hall, only small clumps of people mulling around, a larger group of tall teens clad in baggy clothes huddled around some lockers probably looking at something indecent catching you attention.

“I am an adult for crying out loud.” you mutter to yourself as you check you book bag filled with heavy textbooks and you large novelty pencil case, “I should be out of this fucking town.”

Then a loud obnoxious laugh, one that sounds more like some exclaiming ‘HA!’ than a proper laugh echoes down the hallway reminding you that nothing good ever comes from such fake laugh.

So with a reluctant sigh you mosey over to the group of boys, not caring that you look half dead in your oversized baseballs jersey and baggy mom jeans, your bag clutched in your hands ready to use it as a weapon.

“Alright fuckers what you looking at now?” you holler as you squish in between two towering boys who smell like B.O and dress like nul metal band rejects.

The best outcome is that they’re all ogling at a magazine of scantily clad women or huddled around a small screen of a phone looking at social media but no, sitting against a locker looking horrified is none other than Shelley Godfrey.

Her long faux hair droops over her entire face as she tries to look as small as possible, her long grey cardigan pooling on the dirtied checked floor of the hallway, her arms holding onto her speaking tablet with an inhuman clutch.

Your face turns stern, tired eyes showing how pissed off you are, the very small amount of power you have in this supernatural town bubbling up.

Most all the boys huddled around you both are way taller, a couple of the shorter ones plus size like you, so really you are outnumbered in every way including size. However, somehow the remaining gaggle of teenage boys who roam the school have an odd resect for you. Much like how Roman, when he’s not fucking someone or completely gone like he was never alive, they follow you around school like lost puppies finding you entertaining, your straightforward and sarcastic wit making you ‘one of the boys’.

That and you’re one of the very few teens who Roman hasn’t bedded, some of your classmates almost seeing you like a challenge for surely soon enough Roman will fuck you too. You’ve overheard them talk about you like this many times, too many for your liking and you have mixed feeling about how they see you. On one hand some people see this plum young woman who must be next on Roman’s conquest of fucking every person he can whilst others see you as just ‘the fat girl’ and nothing else.

For once in your life you’d like to be seen as more than a piece of meat but I digress, you’d much rather have the respect of these teenagers than have their ogling eyes look you up and down like your either their next fuck or next bullying target.

 “What? Her wing was falling off, it’s funny (y/n).” one smiles thinking that you’re going to happily chuckle alone with them.

Honestly you feel too much like a mother goose sometimes, these greasy teenagers your rebellious children who think you’d laugh along with them at such cruelty.

“Oh! FUNNY LIKE BREAKING YOUR DICK!” you shout at the top of your lungs, everyone is a five mile radius knowing it’s you shouting out your secret knowledge.

No one other than you and the gaggle of lanky teens surrounding you know who you’re exactly talking about however everyone else will have a fun time trying to guess who ‘broke’ their dick and hopefully the humiliation with hammer into their head not to mess with Shelley Godfrey again.

“Come on (y/n)!” one scoffs whilst another gives you a “not cool bro.” to no avail.

“Where’s your brother?” you ask in you softest voice as you crouch down to Shelley’s height ignoring the scattering boys who try to do damage control now that everyone, which isn’t a lot compared to the beginning of the year, has heard what you shouted.

Speak of the devil Roman appears out of nowhere crouching down beside you as you talk softly to Shelley.

“Where the fuck have you been rich boy?” you scoff as you turn your head to look at your childhood befriend.

“How did you know Tyler broke his dick?” Roman retorts back with a handsome smile.

You ignore him, instead you help Shelley up.

“I’m not a blushing virgin Rom-“ you smile up to Shelley silently nodding asking is she’s ok which gets you a smile back before looking back to Roman, “- me and his brother was in the middle of some things when that idiot fell in the shower screaming bloody murder ‘My dick’s broken, my dick’s broken!’.”

You were having fun too, it’s not that often that a hot guy genuinely takes an interest in you let alone a hot college type who can take you wondering mind off Roman Godfrey, but then his idiot younger brother had slipped whilst belting out pop tunes in the shower making everyone in the house hold privy to the fact he hurt his member.

It was quite easy sneaking out whilst his family crowded around the bathroom, though your thoughts where quickly back of Roman.

As of late all you’ve been thinking about is Roman, that and escaping Pennsylvania but mostly of Roman’s stupidly handsome face.

Him looking at you now with eyes so filled with emotion, most of which you can’t decipher makes you almost blush and fumble. However before you can blurt out your feelings for the guy who used to follow you around town whilst you caught bugs or explored the library instead of going home you offer your arm to Shelley stating that you’re going to take her to her class.

Shelley takes your arm with a small smile, a faint glow of blue like a firefly radiating from under her fringe. Roman follows closely behind you protectively, his heart filling up with an emotion he hasn’t properly felt in his life.

Love.

Roman Godfrey, the most powerful person in school, the man who is your shadow, in love with you.

“He’s not happy with you (y/n).” Peter says between puffs of his cigarette the two of you sat at the front of his static home.

He offers the cigarette to you but you refuse it.

“He’s never happy with me lately.” you say not believing a word that comes from your lips, you don’t think Roman has ever be properly angry or disappointed in you.

“You know that’s a lie.” Peter says nudging your arm as you stare off into the distance to the house upon the hill.

“Peter, don’t contradict yourself.” you hit his arm back.

Ever since Peter Rumancek moved here you’ve been spending more and more time with him, well not as much as Roman has but you’ve been spending more time with the shaggy haired man then at home.

“What I mean is that annoyed at you.” as Peter talks you lean you head down on his shoulder, the late afternoon slowly fading into sunset, the air around going cold.

“How so?” you ask looking up at him.

“Something about a brother and you helping his sister.”

“Ah, that.”

Sighing, nuzzling your face into Peter’s bicep you try to figure out how to explain to him the situation that you hadn’t even realised was a situation until now.

So you explain it to him. In as little words as possible you recount the story of having a one night stand with a classmate’s older brother and the ensuing hilarity that you used as leverage to help Shelley.

“He really likes you.” Peter says bringing his hand up to pat your head as you slump down more into his arm like it was a pillow on your bed.

“Of course he does Peter, we’ve been friends since I was twelve.”

You don’t want to really explain anything more to Peter because you know exactly what he’s trying to get out but surely someone like Roman can’t like you back, right?

And from that conversation sometime later the next week you find yourself sat awkwardly on a throw covered blue sofa, a decorative pillow on your lap and Peter by your side fully relaxed.

Destiny has been kind to you the half an hour you’ve been here, she’s offered you tea, told you embarrassing stories about Peter and genially been hospitable and nice however as she breaches the subject of who you’re hear you start to feel nervous.

It was Peter’s idea, he had been the one to bring up Destiny’s palm readings curtsey of Peter you’re getting the palm reading for free. You’re not some naive little girl any more so you can take whatever Destiny gives you. Unlike the bigots of the town who think Destiny is scamming people out of their money because she is Romani you’re hopeful that she can give you a good reading and get Peter off you back to boot for he has been trying to tell you that Peter like likes you all week.

But still you’re nervous and jittery.

Destiny asks for your hands which you reluctantly hold out.

“I know you’re probably really good at this-“ you begin as she cradles your hands, your palm upward facing, Destiny leaning over to look at them, “-but I don’t need you tell me if I’m going to have kids or if I’m going to rich.”

Your eyes flicker between her and Peter.

“That’s no entirely how this works.” Destiny grins as Peter touches your arms to try to calm you down, “Anyway from what Peter has told me we may only need to look at your heart line.”

“Heart line?”

“Love.”

“Oh! Yeah, love…” your face scrunches up in worry, “Sorry, I’m not saying you’re a fake or anything but I, well, I already know who I love already, I just haven’t done anything about it so I don’t need a reading for that.”

She smiles, the dimpled lines either side of her mouth appearing as she does, her eye sparkling with curiosity.

“Peter you should have brought her over sooner.” she says eyes trained on you, “Shall we begin then?”

You nod a quick yes.

She begins tracing your palms, her fingers light but slow as she figures out both your past and your future form just the curved line of your hands.

“This hand-” Destiny begins cradling your non dominant hand, “- this one show your past.”

Her manicured finger traces a long line slightly jagged and curved.

“You’ve been through a lot.” she states, not trying to get anything out of you but allowing you to speak if you want to, “I assume it’s to do with your family.”

Two hours later Peter is leading you out of Destiny’s flat, a promise to visit again as a friend promised to her, tear soaked tissues stuffed up your sleeves and Peter holding you hand as he leads you onto the street now bathed in yellowing streetlamp light.

“That was a lot.” you try to upbeat but all that comes from you lips is a solemn exhale, “Promise you won’t tell anyone about all that?”

He bumps his shoulder into yours, his hand squeezing yours in a silent ‘yes’.

“Not even the bit about twelve year old you falling in love with Roman?”

“Shut up.” you laugh as you knock your shoulder into his back playfully, “Now walk me home.”

The next day after Destiny’s palm reading you’re overthinking too much so much so you get a headache that can only be cured by taking a long mid-morning nap.

Thankfully it’s the weekend and you don’t have work but unthankfully as you groggily wake up from your impromptu nap you hear the tell tell signs of one Roman Godfrey lowering himself down on top of your crowded double bed, his nicely dressed frame clashing with the teddy bears and old granny floral sheets of the bed.

“You climb through my window or something?” you ask as you drag yourself up into a sitting position, ignoring the fact your face comes dangerously close to Roman’s.

“No one’s here (y/n) so I used the key underneath the front door mat.”

“Liar-” you joke as your rearrange your twisted t-shirt on your plush body, “-the key is under the pot Rom, you know, the one with the dead tulips.”

You both maybe siting side by side, you under the covers and him fully clothed, but you can see his growing smile on his smug face from the side of his face, mischief soon to come.

“What, stop smiling like that and spit it out.”

His smile grows into a clown like grin as he lets out a deep chuckle. He bends down to the side to pick something off the floor. On hand latches onto your leg anchoring him down as he bends down hanging his other arm off the bed, warmth rising in your face at the rather forward action.

He rises bringing, what at first you think is a wad of paper, up but as you look closer you see the paper is combined with translucent pink plastic in a cone shape holding flowers in place.

Flowers.

Now just any flowers but blood red tulips, much more vivid and alive than the ones that used to live by your front door. And they’re not some supermarket type flowers either, there’s no barcode stuck to the plastic or creasing on the paper from where they’ve been sitting in a pot with other bouquets of flowers. No, they’re big, new and most certainly handmade, so perfectly arranged that they must have cost too much, well too much for you anyway.

For Roman it probably was nothing at all, his wallet still filled with too much money.

You must be frozen in place for Roman, one hand still on your leg, passes over the bouquet of tulips.

“Why you got these for?” you ask.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” he says leaning closer so your noses almost touch.

“I’m not sad.” you try to smile, your eyes flickering between the blood petals and his sharp mesmerising eyes.

“I saw you yesterday with Peter, you were crying.”

Despite there being a thin blanket separating your bare legs from his hands you can feel him stroke patterns near your knee.

“Then why didn’t you come over then? You know I’ll always have you.” you words come out wrong for you were trying to say that he’s always welcome in your home though I guess the growing bubbling feeling of love has impaired your mind just a bit.

As your eyes look at the flowers you miss the hungry, almost monstrous look flash in Roman’s eyes, his pupils going large. It takes all his strength not to grab you and kiss you all over making you his.

He won’t even tell you either that last night another classmate died, that he was trying to investigate it.

“I’m taking you out.” he demands.

“Ok.” you say feeling that you can't decline, the thought of it being a date pushed out your mind for Roman always seems to be spending money on you, “Let me get dressed first Rom.”

[bedupolker]

What was your journey towards working as a ranger?

I was dumped by a girl in animation college, so I did what any self-respecting nineteen year old would do: listen to a shit load of weezer and risk my life by rock climbing and hiking with inadequate gear and little to no experience. One day during an expedition I met a wise old ex-convict who told me there was a place I could hike and climb and listen to weezer every day without anyone telling me otherwise: the wilderness. He used to work at one of the restaurants at yosemite. Since I hate having money and affording things, instead of working I decided to volunteer, with Grand Canyon. I did audio video at first but quickly realized that it was stupid to do audio video at the Grand Canyon and I just hiked every weekend. I quickly learned that I could walk very fast in high temperatures, that this was probably my greatest talent yet. But alas I had to return to the city to finish animation college. I no longer cared about Steven Universe or Tangled, all I could think about was the sunbaked red rock that had forged me into the man I am today. Nothing made me feel more alive than being on the brink of heatstroke. I worked odd jobs, I even worked at a Patagonia and still own all the clothes I got from there to this day. I worked on an island with a prison on it. I worked in a climbing gym. But then, covid happened. I lost all my jobs. But I had something better than a job: two thousand dollars, plus unemployment, courtesy of daddy Uncle Sam. So I signed up for EMT school. It wasn't glamorous. My first day working as an EMT was also the day I learned that the California Minimum Wage was, in fact, less than fifteen dollars. I toiled as a covid tester, spelunking in nostrils of all shapes and sizes. But then, a beacon of hope: a nearby mountain was hiring for ski patrol. I didn't know how to ski at the time, but being a straight white man, if there's one thing I'm naturally good at it's being hired for jobs I'm massively under qualified for. It was one of the best jobs I'd ever had, I would've gone back if the housing situations wasn't one of the worst I'd ever had. I saw all kinds of blood, and bones, and learned all the ways a shoulder could pop out of a human's body. Very cool stuff. I also learned how to ski pretty well. But alas, spring came, and I had to come face to face with USAjobs dot gov. That's when my current supervisor contacted me. He had one question for my references: was I an alcoholic? My references both said no, I only drink at social events after work. And thus, I was hired. The rest is history.

[ivyllamauwu]

So I decided to give some 4kota head canons that I have❤️ (they are practically all modern Au ones, but who’s cares?🤷‍♀️ It does include some light Lantris and Perciens)

•Lancelot has really sensitive skin and hates the way certain clothing textures feel on his skin, and that’s why he loves the hoodie that King made him because it feels perfect on his body.

•The Four knights would have game nights with just themselves(no Anne, no Nasiens, no Isolde, just the four of them), and would have an amazing time just hanging out with each other, and being around each other.

•With Lancelot and Tristan being the same hight and roughly the same size, Lancelot would steal Tristans clothes since they were made with a higher quality material, so it wouldn’t feel near as terrible on his skin as other fabrics do.

•Since Zeldris and Gelda practically adopted Percival they would always make sure to do something on the day they took him into their arms, and welcomed him as their son.

•(Following the last one) Percival always sent a card to Zeldris and Gelda on Mother’s Day, and Fathers Day.

• The Percy Platoon, and the Tristan platoon (plus Gwain and Lancelot) would always try and find time to watch a movie together and be a big ole friend group. And have fun, doing whatever they wanted.

•Lancelot has very few contacts in his phone, but Tristan on the other hand has literally everyone’s phone number, for no reason. So when Lancelot needs to talk to someone he doesn’t have in his phone he’ll just steal Tristans phone and call them.

•Percival has an obsession with adding a lot of emojis for everyone in his phone, for example Nasiens would be Something like: “❤️🍄🌹 Nasiens ⭐️🌤️🌱” Most of the time he doesn’t even know why he adds half the emojis he adds..

•Jade does a similar thing that Percival does except he’ll hand pick the emojis that he thinks best describes them.

•One of the main ways Tristan shows affection is by showering the people he loves with gifts, wether it be something as small as a earring, or it would be something hella expensive that he overheard the person talking about. Example: He once heard Anne talking about how she wanted a new outfit that she wish she could afford. And Tristan overheard that she wanted it and he went and spent a few thousand just so he could get for her and make her happy.

•Lancelot is freakishly good at remembering the smallest of details. Someone could mention something once in a conversation and Lancelot would remember it for the rest of his life. And that’s why when Lancelot and Tristan team up when it’s time to give people gifts (like during Christmas time) they would always get the best gifts since Lancelot remembers everything and Tristan doesn’t have a budget when it come to holiday shopping.

I’m probably going to do more because I love being delusional and ignoring how sad the last chapter made me. And if you guys have anymore head canons feel free to share them with me. Maybe I’ll add them to the next one I’ll do (with full credit ofc❤️)

[metalnecklace]

There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Word Count: 3358

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Threats of Non-Con, Threats of Violence

Notes: Here’s the first official chapter! Thank you for all the feedback so far. Javi isn’t in the next two chapters as much, but we’ll get there. Also in case anyone missed the tags, the reader is plus sized. She is mentioned as having curves, and later on there is discussion about her weight and clothing issues and whatnot. Other than that the only description of her is that she is female presenting.

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Two Years Earlier

“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my fingers to my temples.

I had been searching for teaching jobs everywhere, and I meant everywhere. My hands were shaking as I struggled to sort through the piles of ads on my kitchen table, while I tried not to let the mix of sweat and fear bother me while it stuck my hair to the nape of my neck. At that point I didn’t care where I worked as long as I could get out of Canada. Fast.

The idea of starting over scared the shit out of me, but it had to be done. I had worked so hard to climb the financial ladder in order to get to the top of my position, which was huge for a woman in my field, and I had married a wonderful man. My future was laid out for me and wrapped with a shiny bow. Until…

I shook my head and resumed searching, as there was no point strolling down memory lane thinking about what could have been. I had to think about what was going to be.

Finally my eyes landed on an ad.

‘Wanted: Teachers with any experience, preferably English speaking.’

“Any experience?” I thought aloud as my eyes further down the page.

It was short, but sweet. Due to political tensions there was a lack of teachers in Colombia, so they had begun looking elsewhere. The one that specified English speaking ones happened to be in a place called Bogotà. I hadn’t really heard of that place before, but I kept my eye on the news enough to know what they meant by political tensions in Colombia. Everybody knew what they meant.

I didn’t have much time to weigh the pros and cons, and instead rushed to my room to pack my life into the only two suitcases I owned before I could rush off to the airport. I couldn’t seem to fully breathe until I was seated and the airplane finally took off toward my new life. It was a long flight, but I welcomed the newfound safe space where I could finally close my eyes and rest for the first time in what felt like forever.

With my newspaper in hand and my luggage tucked away in a seedy motel, I marched up to the front doors of where I hoped would be my safe haven. Turns out the school wanted to know even less about me than I had been comfortable telling them. They just wanted someone who could keep their head down, remain non judgemental toward the students and their parents, and could do their best when teaching a new language while trying to learn theirs.

It sounded too good to be true, but I couldn’t afford to turn back. I sealed my fate that morning and went about the rest of the day finding a cheap apartment that was within walking distance to my new job.

Within a few months I had started feeling more and more comfortable with my new role as an English teacher in a school that needed discretion and hope more than I did. Many of the parents were involved in situations that I didn’t even want to begin to think about, but their children got to escape and be with their friends while in my care. The only childcare experience I had previous was babysitting my younger sister's children. She was my only family after our parents had died in our teens, but unfortunately life had gotten too busy and outside forces prevented me from seeing her much. It had been at least three years since the last time we had spoken.

My heart ached when I would recognize my nieces faces in the joy and sorrow of my students, but I poured what love I could offer into them and helped them as much as I could.

One of the children in my class had a father who only showed up every once in a while, but the rumours that had spread throughout the faculty were terrifying. He seemed non-threatening, just a little too comfortable talking to the teachers, including myself, at a very close range. Personal space clearly wasn’t his thing, but apparently working for the cartel was. There were whispers that he was one of the higher ups, but I tried to keep my head down and focus on just getting by.

Until one day when he came to pick up his son. He was acting particularly flighty, his eyes shifting every which way. I usually got the chance to tell him how his son had been doing in school, even though I wasn’t sure he fully understood English, but that day he barely said hello. Almost as soon as his car sped off another vehicle pulled up just outside the front doors of the school.

From my classroom windows I could see two men getting out and making their way inside. One was a tall blonde, who looked like he came straight from the states, considering he stuck out like a sore thumb. The other was also tall, though didn’t look it next to his partner, but he definitely fit in more with the locals with his dark brown mop and matching mustache nestled above his plush lips. As they walked through the doors it was hard not to let my eyes linger down the second man’s loose button up that was tucked deliciously into jeans that fit him like a goddamn glove. I definitely didn’t miss the flash of a gun that was held snugly into the back of his pants.

I shook my head the second the door closed behind them, and made my way back to the front of my classroom. I felt ridiculous practically drooling over another man especially after everything that happened, but I just couldn’t help it. Just as I had my thoughts gathered there was a knock at the door. I turned my head and standing in the doorway was the second man I was trying to forget.

“Perdón por la interrupción, Señorita.” (Sorry for the interruption). The mustache was even more impressive up close, as were his lips, and his deep chocolate eyes that I felt could see right through me.

“Lo siento, no hablo español,” I muttered. (I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish). I was used to the phrase by now, even though I had picked up some of the language by now I certainly wasn’t anywhere near fluent. But even with this practiced sentence I felt as though my tongue was too thick to wrap around the letters, especially after watching the way his lips formed around each word. My knees felt weak, and not just because of the badge he held in his hand.

“Of course, my apologies,” he said, his voice smooth like hard liquor, with a hint of smoke and gravel, I was almost waiting for the bite. He held up his badge so I could see he was official. “Agent Javier Peña, DEA.”

I felt a weight I didn’t know I was carrying melt off of my shoulders. Drug Enforcement, which meant he wasn’t here for me. At least not in the way I was worried about.

“I’m wondering if you could confirm whether a certain student is in your classroom,” he spoke so gently I felt comforted, but I wasn’t going to give in.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t give that information away.”

He smiled and leaned against the doorway, bringing his head down closer to me. At the nearly intimate movement I could feel a heat creeping up my chest that I knew would blossom into a blush. He knew what he was doing.

“Please, Miss, call me Javi.” I was almost expecting a wink to punctuate his sentence.

“Well, Agent,” I bit back, “I cannot give any information about these students to anybody who isn’t their caregivers.”

I didn’t want to be on this guy's bad side, but I also wanted to keep both the children safe and my job. They weren’t just pawns in the ugly game their parents and government were playing. It was rare that my students had a voice speaking up for them, an advocate for them. When I signed up for the job I was signing up to be just that.

He nodded and dragged his eyes down my body before snapping back up. His jaw was working with frustration over my refusal to back down, but he finally stood back up to his full height.

“Alright then,” he spoke firmly, but still gentle enough that I knew he was more frustrated than angry. “Have a good day.”

He turned to walk away but not before pausing and reaching into his pocket. In between his fingers was a thick card, which he then held out to me. I took the card with his full name stamped along the top, and what I assumed was his number printed along the middle. Even though I had grabbed onto the card he still held it firmly in his fingers, causing me to look up and once again be lost in his dark eyes.

“If you need anything, ever, please do not hesitate to call.”

I bit my lip and nodded. I didn’t miss the way his eyes left mine for a split second to glance at my lips before returning. He nodded back and left. I finally took a deep breath, feeling the stretch of my lungs inflating fully for the first time since I laid eyes on the man.

I returned to my desk and sat down to finish up marking while the remaining students continued their steady chatter while they awaited their parents. The card felt heavy in my hands, but I knew it wasn’t because of the actual weight of the paper. I reached over to the garbage can but hesitated, wondering if it really was the smartest idea to throw away what might be my one lifeline. Almost as if I could sense his eyes on me I looked out the window and saw him watching my classroom before climbing into the passenger seat of his vehicle. With that last glance of Agent Javier Peña I decided better and took out my wallet. I folded his card up as small as I could and tucked it away. I hoped I would never have to call that number, but something told me I couldn’t get rid of it yet.

That evening as I was leaving work I realized I didn’t have a lot of groceries at home. Unfortunately that meant I had to stop at the market, even though it was later than I had wanted. I took too long marking and ended up doing some more stuff around the classroom than I usually get the time to do, but that meant I got carried away. By the time I left there was only one other car in the parking lot other than mine. Everyone else had gone home, I assumed the other car belonged to one of the cleaning staff.

The market was pretty empty, only a few other shoppers moved around with glazed over eyes clearly exhausted from their workday. I absentmindedly threw ingredients into my cart that were easy to prepare quickly that night. I was too exhausted to even think about putting effort into a full meal, grateful that at least the weekend was in a few days.

All of a sudden a cart bumped against mine. I went to apologize even though it wasn’t my fault, but the words died in my throat when I saw who the person was.

“Hola.” The father of one of my students, Luis, the one in the cartel, stood barricading my cart against the shelves in the aisle. His smile was slimy, almost oozing against his face. I didn’t trust him one bit.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I said, flustered. I tried to move back to get away but he stepped forward with me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His smile grew bigger, taunting.

I shook my head and stepped away from my cart. He stepped to the side of his and pulled back his shirt enough to reveal a gun nestled into the front of his jeans. My hands started to tremble and I found I couldn’t focus on anything but the hint of metal in front of me. He nodded his head toward the exit, and I found myself following him without a second thought, leaving my cart abandoned in the aisle.

He led me out to a car in the parking lot that I recognized immediately as the one that had been at the school when I left. I mentally kicked myself for not recognizing it before, but it was too common of a car to have pinpointed exactly who the owner was, especially since I hadn’t seen anyone inside of it.

I was shoved into the backseat before I had time to think about what was going to happen to me. Luis slid into the driver's seat and took off, tires squealing against the road and into the night. I sat up and tried to get my wits about me, but the sound of a gun cocking drew my attention back to the driver.

“Keep your head down and your mouth shut, mi amor,” he spoke harshly, the nickname making my stomach turn. “Eres toda mía.” (You’re all mine)

I did as I was told, but considered whether getting shot would really be the worst thing, especially compared to whatever he had in store for me. Before I could come to a final decision the car lurched onto a dirt road, away from any street lights or other cars. We were truly going to be alone.

Tears sprang to my eyes but I refused to let him see me cry. It was obvious I was helpless and doomed to whatever fate he had in store for me, but I wouldn’t let him see any amount of weakness. I would become a fortress if I could not fight.

The car finally came to a stop and Luis jumped out, running to get to my door. He threw it open and wrenched my arm out, pulling the rest of me to the ground. My skin stung where it made contact with the rough surface, but he had pulled me to my feet before I could think about it any further.

Before us laid a house that was not modest in the slightest. I had to wonder who it belonged to, considering he would probably wear nicer clothes if he could afford a mansion.

“Vamos mi amor,” he snarled, still tugging me along by my wrist, his grip bruising.

My heart was beating in my ears and I couldn’t feel my legs as they carried me closer and closer to the large wooden doors ahead of us. When we got there Luis pushed the doors open with a bang, startling the men behind them. They turned to us, raising their guns before sighing and lowering them once more.

“Oh, Luis, hija de puta,” one of the men said. (Son of a bitch/whore).

Another stepped over and looked at me. I struggled to keep my head held high under his examination and Luis' powerful grip.

“El Patrón no le gustarà está,” he snarled. (The Boss won’t like this.) “¿Dónde encontraste éste?” (Where did you find this one?)

Luis gripped my arm even tighter, in a punishing amount of strength.

“¿Por qué?¿Estás celoso?” He sneered and pulled me off to the side, toward an open door leading into a dark room. (Why? Are you jealous?)

In the middle of the room was a small bed that clearly had only been used for what I was assuming he wanted to do with me. He threw me onto it, the mattress so thin I could feel the springs under my body, and then he slammed the door. I could no longer hear anybody on the other side.

“Finally, it’s just you and me,” he nearly slurred. His accent was thick as he punched out each word. He climbed onto the bed and over me, pinning my wrists above my head. My nose wrinkled automatically as his pungent smell of body odour and bad breath invaded my senses. “Do you know how bad I’ve wanted this? To touch these curves?”

I was surprised by how strong he was as he held my wrists in one hand and stroked his other hand over my waist. I twisted my body, trying to get away but his hold was like iron.

“You don’t get to get away, I’ve worked hard for this,” he growled and slapped my cheek causing my head to turn sharply toward the thin pillow it rested on. I gasped in shock, my body suddenly going pliant. “Stay still, puta!”

The next thing I heard was the drag of his zipper as a tear slid down my cheek, and then the door busted open causing us both to jump. A gunshot rang through my ears before I felt a thick, warm liquid drip onto my face. My eyes had squeezed shut and refused to open while my whole body shook in fear.

I felt lighter once the body that had been pinning me down had dropped to the side, then onto the floor with a wet smack. I couldn’t stop shaking even then, still not opening my eyes. My breaths were ragged, ripping through my throat and getting caught in choked sobs that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

A hand landed gentle and warm on my cheek.

“Abre los ojos. Open your eyes.” The voice that spoke was unfamiliar, and surprisingly gentle. I obeyed and immediately felt a new flood of fear. I recognized the man, the monster, that knelt beside me stroking my cheek.

Pablo Escobar.

I remember seeing pictures of him in the paper and on my television before moving to Bogotà, and then seeing his face on almost everything else after. Then, he was right in front of my face.

I scrambled to the edge of the bed, trying to put distance between us, ignoring the dead body that was still lying on the floor.

“No hay que tener miedo,” his voice was rough, and rumbled through the room.

“He says there’s no need to be afraid,” another voice, higher and not as threatening, came from the corner of the room. One of the men who had been standing by the front door was still holding his gun, keeping his eyes on Pablo.

Pablo smiled at me, but I didn’t believe him. There were many reasons to be afraid, one of them was still warm and lying on the floor.

“Siento que este idiota te haya traído aquí,” he said looking in the direction of Luis.

“He’s sorry this idiot brought you here,” his translator said.

“¿Que hago contigo?” He looked at me once more, almost waiting for my reply to his question. (What do I do with you?)

I furrowed my brows and looked to the man in the corner.

“He’s unsure about what to do. Luis didn’t follow protocol. One of our lookouts could see that you were in the backseat without a blindfold, meaning you know where this place is.” He took a step toward me, his gun still held tightly. “You’re a liability.”

I shook my head frantically. “N-no I promise I won’t tell anybody, I didn’t really see much. I was too scared and it’s nighttime and I’m new here.” I could feel myself growing more and more hysterical.

Pablo reached down to the floor and lifted up my purse. It must have fallen when I was pushed onto the bed but I hadn’t even noticed. He handed it over to me.

“I heard you’re a good teacher,” he said, hesitating over a few words.

I nodded.

“Tal vez hay un uso para usted después de todo,” he smiled.

(Perhaps there’s a use for you after all.)

[mayakern]

This isn’t an ask, but I want to thank you so much for including models that look like me in your photographs. Not just larger bodies in general, but on the larger end of the large spectrum, whose bodies sit, and stand, and twirl like mine, for whom the skirts fit like they would fit me, for those who have unanticipated ways of wearing them because of our body shape. It means the world to me, and you’re one of the only brands, even amongst progressive indies, I’ve ever seen to include something like that. It means the world to see myself in beautifully-designed clothes I actually want to wear (and do! I’ve got bees and swords and D&D) and feel good in when I do because they were actually designed with a body like mine as a customer, and not just poorly sized up from something smaller.

Things may be getting better for larger bodies, but you’re putting everyone else to shame by showing us what we could have all the time. I am so grateful you make the choice every day to do this work, difficult and taxing and draining as it must be. I love that you’re creating art you can feel good about, and in doing so you’re empowering others to feel like their best selves, as well. 💜

omg you’re really out here trying to make me cry like DAMN!!

this—this whole message—is exactly the reason why doing this shoot was so fucking important to me. i know i’m in listing photos for most of our skirt designs so people can see a plus size body in our skirts

but i also know that it is entirely different to see YOUR SIZE represented. and while i typically wear a 2-3X, i don’t even wear the largest size we offer. i know what it feels like to see a size range that looks like it should include you, but to not KNOW it will and to therefor have to risk wasting time, money and emotional stamina in the case that it doesn’t fit.

the difference between these two images is WORLDS

i’m hoping some day we’ll be able to afford pulling in outside models for our regular listing photos as well (right now that’s difficult both financially and logistically) but in the meantime here’s some more pictures of sarrah, our lovely 5X model!

[kbug17]

StarCourt Mall

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Summary: Eddie got his paycheck and he wants to spoil his beautiful girl

Warnings: slight body image issues, swearing, sexual references

Request: Eddie and reader go shopping and she’s embarrassed to be buying plus size clothing in front of Eddie. but eddie doesn’t care and shows her how much he loves readers body and reader back at the trailer?

A/N I hope you enjoy it, also feedback is greatly appreciated. I’m going through still kind of a writers block. Idk what’s going on with me but I hope you like this.

You and Eddie have been dating since this past may, it’s now august and you’re getting ready to go into both of your senior year. Over the summer Eddie has been working at a local mechanic shop to get some extra money to help out his uncle and partly to spoil his girl. You’ve been telling Eddie how much you’d like to get some new clothes for senior year and your family is poor too so it wouldn’t really be possible for you to get what you want, especially since you were plus size so finding affordable clothes were hard enough. Eddie hadn’t told you but he’s been saving up to take you shopping himself. You love getting all dolled up and looking cute and he loves watching you so of course he took it upon himself to help you.

(At Eddie’s trailer)

“Ughhh I’m so tired of switching up the same five outfits Eds” you say as you’re looking in the mirror getting ready for your day with Eddie. It was Saturday which is your and Eddie’s day. “I know sweetheart but you do look great. I love how those Jean shorts make your ass look” he says with that smirk of his as he comes up and hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head and admires you in the mirror. “We’ll you’re in an awful giddy mood today Munson”

“What gave me away?”

“Probably the fact that you’re willingly awake before noon and I know you’re planning something because last night after hellfire Dustin told me that you have a surprise for me today”

“That little shit, I told him to keep his mouth shut, but yes I do have a surprise for my girl today. We’re going shopping so you have the best style of any girl at Hawkins” Eddie says very proud of himself

“But Eddie i don’t have any money right now”

“Maybe not, but I do. I’ve been saving up just for you” he presses a kiss to your lips

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you heard those words. You appreciated him doing that but you’ve never been shopping with Eddie and it’s embarrassing enough going with your mom when things don’t fit right, but now you’ve got to do that with your boyfriend. “Eddie are you sure?” You ask just to make sure you heard him right. “Sure am” he says. Well I guess we’re doing this , you thought to yourself. You and Eddie get in his van and drive to StarCourt mall. The first store when you walk in is (your favorite store) and Eddie knew it was your favorite so he drags you in. The associate looks you both up and down and she scoffs at you “The young men’s section is over there” she says with a smile to Eddie. “Actually we’re here for her today” Eddie says. You would’ve thought you asked the woman to do a backflip. “Oh I’m sorry, the young women’s is this way” she says with a fake smile “not that anything will fit” she mumbled to herself thinking that no one heard her but Eddie did, “what was that?” He said letting her know she got caught. “Oh nothing sir”

“Yea that’s what I thought” Eddie said with a protective tone in his voice. You all got to the clothing section. There were all kinds of cute clothes. Eddie was also helping you find some things to try on, you quickly realized their biggest size was an xxl which you could fit if it was the right material but could still be tight at times depending on the brand and make. “What about one of these” Eddie held up two different color mini skirts that he knew you would love. “Those are great Eddie”

“What size do you need?”

“Ummmanxxl” you mumble not wanting anyone to hear you

“What?”

You give him a look letting him know you don’t want to yell it. “An xxl I guess”

“Ok let’s go try these on, yea?”

You didn’t really see anything else that you thought would fit but you didn’t say anything to Eddie because you knew he was just trying to give you an amazing day. You go into the fitting room by yourself and try on the skirts while Eddie was waiting patiently but they weren’t fitting no matter what you tried. You broke down not wanting Eddie to know but of course Eddie heard you crying. He knocked on the door so you let him in.

“Hey what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“They don’t fit, nothing here fits. I’m really sorry Eddie I know you want to buy my cute clothes and stuff but I’m too fat and ugly anyway”

He looked at you with almost a hurt look in his eyes. “First of all, I never want to hear you talk about the love of my life that way. Secondly I don’t care if you’re fat or not, you’re beautiful. In fact I love your curves. Third of all fuck this place for having shitty sizing and not having the right size for you, that is ridiculous on their end… not yours princess. If you don’t feel like shopping today, we can go home and watch a movie or something”

“I just know you were really looking forward to this”

“ I was but we’ll go somewhere else on another day that actually has good clothing and not this shithole”

You all got back to Eddie’s trailer and you put in your favorite movie while Eddie made Mac and cheese and once he finished it, he came to the couch and cuddled you and offered you some.

“I don’t think I need any but thanks Eds”

“But you love my Mac and cheese, I made it just for you” he gave you his puppy dog eyes but he could tell by examining yours that something was wrong. “Does this have something to do with that stupid store”

“I don’t know, it’s just, I feel like you deserve someone skinny and someone you can easily buy clothes and share clothes with.I hate to be a burden. It’s so embarrassing Eddie. Going into a store and nothing fits maybe it’s time I really start losing weight.”

“Baby, listen to me”, he looks you dead in the eyes inches away from your face, “you are the most fucking beautiful girl I have and ever will see. You have no flaws, you’re sweet , funny, and you put up with me. Fuck that store. I live every part about you. Even the parts you hate the most.” He takes your hand and guides you to the mirror from earlier that day. “Take your shirt off” you laugh at him but he’s being dead serious. “Eddie, really? Right now?” He nods at you so you take it off. “Now look in the mirror, you see that tummy, gorgeous. Those stretch-marks, straight from the gods. It’s like you are Aphrodite herself. Those thighs are like heaven when you ride my face. Everything about you is perfect my love” me begins to snake his arms around you placing kisses down your neck then in between your breasts, down to your thighs. With each kiss he says something he likes about each part. When he gets to your stomach he kisses each stretch mark telling you how gorgeous they are. When Eddie looks up your crying but in a good way this time.

“You are truly divine y/n, how did I get to be such a lucky man?” He pulls you into a hug and grabs your ass (another one of his favorite parts) and you put on his oversized hellfire shirt that fits you just perfect and your in your panties and you all go back to his room and he plays you the song he wrote for you on his guitar.

[kisasan]

Dkbk | Collage AU | No quirks au | TW // Weight Gain | Model AU

Thinkig about struggling college student bakugou,who desperately needs money for rent,bills and his college tuition,he looked through many different jobs advertisements but none them pays that well.

One day he stumbles upon a job offer for plus size models,it pays very well,even more than he needs but there is one tiny little problem…he is slim,in fact even pretty muscular since he does work out regularly.So he throws that idea away,but it's still on his mind even days later,so he decided „fuck it” and gain some weight to become the best plus size model the world has ever seen!

And It’s way more important to him to make money rather than counting to live in this crapy apartment and constantly deny himself every little thing! + if college life taught him anything useful it is were to get a lot of good and cheap food so gaining some weight will be an easy task!

So bakugou begins his plan,he starts eating all of kinds of food,sweet,sour,salty,sweet and salty,sour and sweet etc.

He is almost constantly eating or drinking something,no so secretly enjoying himself,since before he was avoiding fast food or any kind of snacks,now he buys and eats whatever catches his eye,he also ditched his workout almost completely,beside doing some yoga here and there.

So after only few weeks bakugou was already starting to get noticeably chubby,he didn’t expect to gain weight so easily and fast,which before he probably would have hate,but now it’s literally a blessing! his face had noticeably got rounded,his arms got softer,his ass got bigger,but most importantly his stomach got bigger and softer than he expected to be by only few weeks of gaining weight,it was becoming noticeably bigger and bigger by each passing day of which bakugou was very proud of!

After only few months he was almost unrecognizable,his face was puffier and rounder,his arms were big and soft,his ass was bigger too and it was also nicely shaped from all the yoga he was doing,his legs were bigger and shaped very nicely as well,but most importantly he had a gut! it was big,soft and perfectly round,and bakugou very much enjoyed showing it off by wearing fitted t-shirts,shirts that were one or two sizes smaller than what he „should” be wearing,and he looked fantastic in it! he knew how to dress himself and he didn’t hide it,not that he wanted to.

Bakugou didn’t feel this good and confident since he moved out for college to this cheap ass apartment,yes he could ask his parents for money but he wanted to be independent for so long! he doesn’t need their money! he will be perfectly fine by himself,thank you very much!

Anyways,since he achieved his goal,he had applied for a job as a model,bakugou was a bit nervous (not that he ever admitted to it…) that he won’t get a job and all of this will be pointless…not that he hate it his new look/weight,he absolutely love it! and he ditched the idea of losing weight about 55 pounds ago or so,he was absolutely going to stay as he is now but still he would be a bit disappointed…

Luckily he did get a job!!!

And that’s how Bakugou started his long career as a model! he quickly become very popular and successful,he was known as-„Dynamight” ,but no one knew how he exactly looked like,since all of the photos were and are taken from the neck down,he honestly prefers it this way,it gives him some privacy and he doesn’t have to deal with paparazzi’s and fans all the time,he also moved in to a much better,bigger and expensive apartment.

Bakugou was living his best life! enjoying his job,doing amazing in college,eating all sorts of delicious food that he couldn’t afford before,buying clothes that he wanted for a long time and creating amazing looks with them,showing his looks off in public or on his social media for his fans to see and praise him for,buying merchandise and figures of his favorite childhood superhero from a popular cartoon-All might

The life could not be better for Katsuki Bakugou!

Till one day he got an job opportunity to do a photoshoot with a famous fashion model-Deku,apparently he caught the model’s eye,and he is dreaming of working with him! and it’s very well paid!

So he gladly agrees to the offer,but little does he knows that this the beginning of his hot and passionate romance (and in the future marriage) with the world’s famous model/sweetheart-Izuku „Deku” Midoriya

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

Welcome to Harvey Guillén: Icono de la Moda!

A blog for celebrating the unique style of queer, Latino, plus size fashion icon Harvey Guillén.

Over the last few years, Harvey Guillén has emerged as an important voice in the conversation around inclusivity in fashion, repeatedly making best dressed lists at red carpet events with his bold choices and taking every opportunity to advocate for greater diversity and inclusivity in the fashion world.

Since 2022 he has gone from mostly styling himself for his public appearances (and even for some of his roles!) to having a team of artists dedicated to helping him look his best in the spotlight. Through all of those changes, what remains consistent is the way he ignores the gender- and size-based limitations placed on fashion.

With excellent tailoring, bright prints and colors, bold flashes of skin, and the seamless integration of masculine and feminine details in stunning combinations that go beyond simple androgyny and venture into the realm of joyful, defiant genderfuckery, Harvey's personal style is all about obliterating barriers and inspiring others to do the same.

Here you'll find posts analyzing the costumes of Harvey's most iconic characters such as Guillermo de la Cruz, Cousin Blobbin, Andy from Cursed Friends, and others as his filmography continues to grow! You'll also find deep dives on Harvey's red carpet looks, street style, casual wear, and photoshoots, examinations of recurring motifs in Harvey's personal style, and deep dives on his staple pieces, accessories, and more. Wherever possible, links will be included to the actual clothing items and/or affordable options for similar styles.

Is there a costume, outfit, or staple piece from Harvey's style you'd like to know more about? Feel free to send a request via the ask box!

To explore what's already here, click or tap on the tags on this post!

[soupinaboot]

You know what, fuck your Henry Potter headcannons here's some of the girls headcannons that doesn't involve any of the boys + fancast

All

Played DnD together

They all knew the passwords to get into each other's dorms

Had a book club

Favorite hangout spot was by the lake

Would pull a lot of pranks, but no one ever knew it was them

After Hogwarts they all got matching tattoos

Lived close by so that they could walk to each other's houses

Many girls trips

They were called the Crusaders

Sleepovers.

Lily Evans

Working class Midlands accent

Short but slouchs so she looks shorter than she actually is

Loves romance books

Favorite author is Jane Austen

Also loves to read muggle comics

Her favorite superhero is Spider-Man

Has ADHD and OCD but didn't get diagnosed till later in life

Freckles, everywhere

Bisexual and totally had a crush on Mary when she was younger

Plus Size

Sarcastic and snarky as fuck

Amazing writer but horrible handwriting

She tried really hard to be the wingman for Marlene and Dorcas

<3 ABBA <3

Was everyone's gay awakening

Wanted to grow her own food and garden more but hated dirt

Greek Mythology nerd

Had a lot of plants but never knew how to care for them

Doesn't like to watch Quidditch but read a lot about it

Cottagecore

Favorite color is Green

Hates the cold and loves summer

Hibiscus tea lover

Fighter

Mary MacDonald

Has a lot of siblings, is the oldest

Owns a lot of cameras and loves taking photos of her friends

Bisexual and had a crush on Lily

Best class was charms

Loves doing makeup

Plans all the sleepovers

Makes jewelry

Coffee > Tea

Pink was her favorite color

Loudest and most contagious laugh

Friends with almost everyone

Plays the trumpet, I have no reason she just has the vibes of a trumpet player

Paints her nails a different color every week

Dog person

Owns a record player that is covered in stickers

Hippie fashion sense

Grew up in a poorer area

Sewed a lot of her own clothes and makes things for her friends

Best friends with her mom

Christmas is her favorite holiday

Loves to listen to Lily rant about books even when she has no idea what she's saying

<3 Fleetwood Mac <3

Favorite flower is an Iris

Sorcerer

Marlene McKinnon

Lily made her realize she was a Lesbian

Thick scottish accent

Was Minerva's favorite student

Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team

Really good at art

Does her own piercings

Ambivert but it depends on who she's with

Tallest in the group

Doesn't like anyone touching her hair other than Dorcas

Is the only one Mary let's do her makeup

Favorite color is red

LOVES leather

Ur mom jokes

Nazareth lover

Also Stevie Nicks fan

She cut her hair the same as Stevie Nick

Loves watching horror movies with Lily

Never wears her uniform the right way

Puts hot sauce on EVERYTHING

Bass player

I'm sorry but she is a lightweight

Pins and buttons on all her clothes

Really wanted a dog growing up but they couldn't afford one

Barbarian

Dorcas Meadowes

Has a lot of crystals

Best friends with Pandora and they talk a lot about astrology

Fell in love with Marlene at first sight

Slytherin, I'm not sure if it's cannon but she just is

Quidditch chaser

Favorite weather is cloudy and rainy

Punk hippie

Taught Lily how to care for her plants

Has a nose piercing

LESBIAN!!!

Horrible flirt

Might of had a crush on Pandora at some point

New about the tunnels and used them regularly

Favorite subject was potions but sucked at them

Very mixed friend group with a lot of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Gryffindor friends

Played Quidditch with her parents when she was younger

Makes tea with Lily while they gossip

Draws with Marlene

Second tallest in the group and hates that Marlene uses it against her(secretly loves it)

Loves coconut flavored things but hates coconut

Dolly Parton fan

Owns a lot of rainbow things

Loves psychological horror books

Druid

Pandora Lovegood

Very important to me that Xenophilius took her last name

Obviously hippie

Made friendship bracelets for all her friends

Vegan

Had a lot of pets. A lot

A few consisted of three cats, four frogs, two snakes, and a bird(yes she had more)

Grew up in a small cottage with a single mother

Marlene gave her a few piercings

Trans mtf

Ravenclaw

Was really good friends with Lily

She and Lily planed out play dates for Harry and Luna while Pandora was pregnant and before Lily died

Was the one that had the idea for a book club

Flower crown enthusiast

Always wore skirts no matter the occasion

Helped the house elves clean

Painted her nails with Mary

Drove a Volkswagen Beetle that Marlene painted on

Youngest in her group

Hyperfixation on dragons

Asked the sorting hat to put her in Ravenclaw because her favorite color was blue(not to say she wasn't smart enough to be in it)

Hung out a lot with Sybill Trelawney

Lily introduced her to muggle comics and Pandora's favorite hero was Startfire

Bard

[pankeike]

Ethical fashion | Where to shop

Okay so today we will be talking about ethical shopping, specifically for fashion so today we are going over, what is fast fashion, why would you want to buy from ethical sources, why is it okay to buy from fast fashion and where to buy if you want to shop ethically so lets get into that

What is fast fashion?

ast fashion is cheap articles of clothing made at an increasingly fast rate. Now, just because their cheap, does this specifically mean that the clothing is badly made? Well, not always, but most of the time the quality control is badly managed and so the clothing is not always the best quality. But some people don’t really care about the quality of clothing, they just want cute clothing, now I’m not going to tell you all the reasons you shouldn’t buy from fast fashion but instead all the solutions of what you could instead do if you’d like to have higher quality clothing. lets go onto that section.

Why would you want to buy from ethical sources?

What are some reasons that you would want to buy from ethical sources? Well firstly, as stated before, the quality control will be better therefore you will get better textures, less broken/ prone to breaking items and an article of clothing that will more likely match the picture you expected to get when buying. So generally it’s for you to buy clothing that you’ll wear for longer, more and for comfortability. But thats just some reasons that it would be better for you, does it help anyone else when you buy ethically? Well for one, it helps the planets, ethical brands try their best to be free of animal cruelty and to be environmentally friendly so that the planet we live on stays inhabitable. Another reason is most ethical brands also will not put their workers, and or co-workers in dangerous working conditions and give them lower then minimum wages. Finally, most ethical brands also have ethical views/ mindsets, such as:

Not stealing from artist and even supporting artist by paying them for their time and or collaborating with them by sponsoring them

they might be pro equality by supporting lgbt+, BLM and or research foundations on making the world for minorities a better place

speaks out against injustice by either spreading the word or helping other financially

These are just a few reason of why you might want to support ethical businesses

Why is it okay to buy from fast fashion?

Not everyone can afford ethical fashion, does this mean they shouldn’t buy from cheaper fashion brands that have cute clothing, No! Everyone deserves to feel cute no matter what their financial status is, just don’t do anything that is hurting you for example, if you buy forma makeup company and they come out later saying that their products have given peoples skin rashes and or any other bad reactions, don’t use the makeup. Your health comes first before anything else, yes you deserve to feel cute. But don’t put your physical health or any health for that matter, in danger in the name of beauty. So is it right or correct to buy from fast fashion brands, whos really to say? I for one am not that person to make a decision on something that is not so black and white. Also a lot of fast fashion brands have more sizes being more accesible to plus size people, again, everyone deserves to be cute and if you cannot find your size in an ethical brand. do whats best for you to be your most authentic self. But what about all the people who have taken this into factor and want to stop buying fast fashion and want to buy ehticaly but don’t know where to start? That's what the next section will then cover

Where to buy if you want to shop ethically

o There are a couple of shop I’ve gathered and I will give you some reasons as to why you personally might want to buy from them. Also some places that seem ethical but actually aren’t so just some do’s and don’t of ethical fashion shopping

Ethical shops/ brands

HARD DECORA

ACDC rag

Candy trap

Milky Tomato

SPANK kei

Clowdez

Natural life

SoLazoIllustrator

BagelsCrafts

Milklim

Ocean in space

Puvithel

Egglien Creations

Yumelixir

Kei collective

In control clothing

Miss Octopie

MerbunnyBaby

Straposhop

Miss alphabet

Ghost girl goods

The lolita collective

Fast fashion shop/ brands

Romwe/ Shein

temu

aliexpress

Toaboa

Minga london

yes style

devil inspired

modokawa

Hot topic

Second hand websites

lace market

kei market

closet child

mecari japan