#paislee reads

[isopodcowboy]

Daisy off to hunt some bitches and Paislee off to throw people off tall buildings

Basira just wants to read

[starset21]

Standard disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower Word Count: 1,579 A/N: I'm releasing the start of it a little bit early :)

Chapter 1:

Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, lived a beautiful little girl… and her widowed father.

It's beautiful. Okay. It wasn't that long ago. And it wasn't really a faraway kingdom. It was Bohls Hollow. A valley just outside of Austin, right on the Colorado River. To Bea, growing up, the Hollow was her kingdom. She was her dad's best friend. And he was hers. Being raised by a man may have put her behind in the makeup and fashion departments, but she never felt like she missed out on anything. She was the luckiest girl in the world. Her dad owned the coolest diner. It was aviation-themed and she loved hanging out there. At Rick’s, everyone felt like family. “Happy birthday! Make a wish, princess.” What did she need a wish for? She had amazing friends and the coolest dad. But she discovered her dad thought she needed one more thing: Loretta. Along with her new stepmother came new siblings. Her new little brother Bailey and her twin daughters, Paislee and Keighlee, who happened to be the same age as her. Her out-of-step-sisters. But as long as her dad was happy, so was she. They were going to be one big, happy family.

Unfortunately, this was no fairy tale. 

“He took her hand, and he kissed it. Then he scooped her up onto his horse. And the beautiful princess and the handsome prince rode off to his castle… where they lived happily ever after,'' her father finished. “Do fairy tales come true, Dad?” she asked. “Well, no, Birdy. But dreams come true,” he tells her. “Do you have a dream?” she asked him quietly. “Yeah. My dream is that you'll grow up happy, safe, and healthy, and maybe someday you'll build your own castle. But, so, you know, fairy tales aren't just about finding handsome princes. They're about fulfilling your dreams and about standing up for what you believe in. As I always say, the one who falls and gets back up,” he starts. “Is stronger than the one who never tried,” she finished for him. “Right. Just remember, if you look carefully, this book contains important things that you may need to know later in life.” Her kingdom crumbled later that night when he unexpectedly passed away from a heart attack. She lost her best friend that night. From then on, the only fairy tales in her life… were the ones she read about in books.

Her father’s funeral was done by the military. She stood in her little black dress at the end of the first row and she was handed his flag, something her father’s old Rio insisted on, much to the dismay of Loretta. One by one the other Naval Aviators who flew with her father before he retired stopped and kneeled down to hug her tight and wished her well before they paid their respects and left. After everything was said and done the lawyers sat us all down to talk. Since her father didn't leave a will, her stepmother got everything. The house, the diner, and to her dismay, her. And that brings them to now.

October 30th, 2004.

“Beatrice! It's breakfast time. So bring me my breakfast,” Loretta yelled over the intercom. “Be right there!” Bea groaned as she slipped her shoes on and headed downstairs. Bea ruffled Bailey’s hair as she walked by lovingly and (in a very 10-year-old manner) he simply grumbled at her in response before turning back to his cereal. She grabbed Loretta’s breakfast and headed out the back steps to the deck where she was lounging by the pool.  “Careful, ladies. Look for the eyes. One, two, three, bicycle. And feint. Magpie, magpie, magpie. Fiap and fiap and fiap. Mary Lou Retton! Palm tree and palm tree. Lady Liberty. Lady Liberty. Around the harbor. Around the harbor. Circle Line tour. And hurricane,” the twin’s synchronized swimming coach instructs. “Can you believe how extraordinarily gifted my girls are?” Loretta asks. “Absolutely unbelievable. Really,” the coach replied. “Beatrice!” she yells. “I'm coming,” she yelled back with a roll of her eyes. “Is this the Norwegian salmon I asked for? I need my omega-s,” Loretta asked as she placed the platter on the table beside her. “Only the best,” she told her as Loretta took a bite. “I can tell. You know, it costs a fortune to fly that stuff in from Norwegia.” Bea looked up to the sky silently asking the Lord to give her the strength to deal with this woman. “What are you doing Just standing there? Get to work,” Loretta huffs. “I can't go to work now. I've got a big test I have to study for,” she told her. “Listen, Beatrice. People go to school to get smarter so that they can get a Job. You already have a Job. So it's like skipping a step.”

The clatters of silverware on plates, the sound of food frying, and people talking filled the prissy pink diner. “Ben, Enough with the salmon. You already made a salmon omelet, salmon soup, and salmon pudding. Come on,” Donna said, skating her head. “Help me. Loretta wants to eat me,” Ben lifted the dead fish to animate it. “That's nasty,” Donna said simply. “Bite me, Donna. Bite me.” Ben set the dead fish down. “That's nasty,” Donna replied again. “Eleanor, your order's up,” she called out. “Coming. I got it!” Donna smiled, walking down to see one of her regulars. “Chuck, how are you doing?” she asks. “Super,” the man replied. “That's good. So cheese omelet, Extra bacon, crisp… blueberry muffin, and a Coke?” Donna asks. “Make it a Diet Coke. I'm trying to watch my weight,” Chuck tells her. “It ain't going nowhere,” Donna says before turning to see Beatrice grabbing empty plates. “Bea, why are you still here?” she demands. “I'm almost done,” Bea told her. “You'll be late for school,” Donna tells her placing a hand on her hip. “I'll get there. Loretta goes ballistic if I don't finish,” she tells the older woman. “I don't care. What I care about is your education. She's got you getting up at the crack of dawn. Your dad would want you at school,” Donna tells her, pulling her up. “But-” Bea tried. “No more ''buts.'' You Just leave Loretta and her big butt to me,” Donna says simply. “Thanks, Donna,” she smiled appreciatively. “Get,” she orders, nodding her head to the door. 

“Hey, looking good, Mr. Thomas,” Bea called out as she pulled up to her best friend's house, seeing his father washing his car. “A man's best friend is his Mercedes, Beatrice,” he tells her. “I'll remember that.” A door shut and out walked Cory. “Dad. Now, do you see what I have to go to school in? No offense, Bea. Honestly, don't you feel sorry for me?” he asks. “No, I feel sorry about the three cars we got you that you totaled,” Mr. Thomas replied and Bea snorted as her best friend gaped at his father. “Cory, get in the car.” He rolls his eyes before getting in her light blue 1965 Mustang convertible. It needs some cosmetic work but it runs well and it was her dad's. Loretta would have sold it if she hadn’t begged her for weeks with offers to pick up extra shifts at the diner to let her have it. 

“Primo parking spot dead ahead,” Cory pointed out and she nodded, heading for it, looking in the other direction for any incoming cars. “Bea, watch out! Watch out!” he yells and Bea slams on the break as a car cuts in front of her. “You snooze, you lose!” The girls in the other car yell as they park and get out. “Well, if it isn't Michelle Larson and her ladies-in-waiting, Michelle wants me so bad,” Cory sighs. “You've never even talked to her before,” Bea pointed out with a laugh. “Oh, I've talked to her. Okay. In my mind. And let me tell you, in my mind, she wants me so bad,” he says as they look for another spot. “Cory, you could do so much better than Michelle Larson. Even in your mind,” she told him. “There's another spot,” he points out. “I got it.” As she went to pull into the next open spot a silver lifted truck pulled up and took it. “Come on!” she yelled and smacked the steering wheel in frustration as the car stalled. Two of the popular guys get out and start laughing as she cranks the car, trying to get it to start up again. “Jake!” Michelle yells as the driver gets out. “I swear people like Michelle and Jake… are genetically programmed to find each other. How can so much ego be in one relationship?” she asked as the two groups of popular kids moved to stand in the middle of the street. “Imagine what they say about you,” Cory scoffs. “They don't even know I exist,” Bea tells him. “Ewww Stalkerazzi at 3 o'clock. The white zone is for cool people only. No geeks,” Michelle says, using her cheer horn. “Hey, diner girl, can I get a breakfast burrito to go? Thank you,” Jordan, one of the guys who came with Jake calls out. “And you thought they didn't know you existed,” Cory stated like it was a fact. Bea rolled her eyes as they finally moved out of the way so she could continue into the parking lot.

[spidergwenistrans]

So TERFs like to say that trans women were socialised as men, an especially powerful attack against those of us who transition later in life. And the idea seems to hold water to a lot of folks who haven’t had to think critically about it, and it probably holds more water the later in life that the trans woman/women in question came out.

I’m not going to try and say that none of us have ever benefited from male privilege, there’s no denying it plays a role, especially if you look at this with an intersectional lens. I certainly have benefited from it for parts of my life, I lost it for a little bit when I had long hair in 2009 and passed more often as a girl than as a boy (and somehow still didn’t figure out I wasn’t a boy).

The thing is, and I realised this on a much more personal level since starting to figure stuff out about myself, if you’re living life presenting as, being read as, and generally existing as, a gender that you aren’t, you’re being traumatised a little every time gender is relevant, which is a lot, if not always.

Most of my friends ave always been girls/women, and I’ve only had a few close friends who were boys/men. Kindergarten on up, it’s always been the case, the thing is, most people seem to get kinda uncomfortable with boys and girls being close friends, so it gets discouraged, I don’t remember well enough to say why, or how or when, but I know or sure I really only ever had playdates with boys as a small child. It’s equally possible that this pressure was applied by my peers, if you hang out “too much” with girls, and everyone thinks you’re a boy, you’re gonna get shamed one way or another; for being too girly, for having a girlfriend, for being gay, whatever it is kids can come up with (you know, whatever their older siblings, parents, and media have taught them). Of course, I was a small child in the 90s, which was not a great time to be queer, so there’s that too.

Being forced/encouraged not to hang out with girls definitely played a role in my internal closeting and maintaining of the closet for years, even though by grade 7 I started to have friends who were girls again, friends whose houses I even went over to. But I was still being perceived as a boy, so I still ha certain gendered expectations placed on me, and I did far too good of a job internalising the ones I could tolerate. I tried so hard to embody the parts of masculinity that I could tolerate, and that seemed mostly positive to me, but they never really quite fit.

Even while so far in the closet I was almost in the next room, when I first started seeing my ex, my approach to flirting with her and wooing her honestly mostly resembled a stereotypical 1950s housewife taking care of her husband. I cooked her dinners, made sure to dress nice for her, all that jazz. In hindsight, that’s fucking hilarious, but at the time I did not really examine it and just went with it because it felt natural.

Besides all of the long-term build up of emotional trauma that comes from trying to live as an incorrect gender, there’s one piece to it that just fundamentally screws with your self perception. At whatever point you first try to express your gender identity, if someone shuts it down and tells you you’re wrong, or even if you don’t express it, but you know it and you’re told implicitly that you’re wrong, it can instill this sort of self-doubt. Now there are as many trans experiences as there are trans people, so this will be about me, and how I perceive things, in hindsight, because I could never have discussed this without learning the language I now have.

When I was 3 or 4, I remember playing, and telling my mum I was her daughter, she (so she thought) corrected me, believing it to be a misunderstanding of language (as an editor/translator, she’s going to see the world through that lens, also, it was 1997/1998). I also used to pretend to be the mother of all my stuffies, a game/fantasy that included mimicking any mothering behaviours I’d ever seen, including incubating them like eggs in a nest, and stuffing them under my shirt to be able to birth them. This did not happen without getting commented on, but I’d already picked up that I should probably keep quiet about the mothering bit.

Sidenote: this ^ is one of those forbidden memories that gets locked away, I forgot all of this until after I realised I’m trans, and only just now remembered the mothering bit, I only remembered the stuffing in the shirt bit when I started typing this today.

All of that about the stuffies and calling myself a daughter is to say, the things that a 3/4 year old me knew to be true, or wanted to be true, were treated as mistakes and misunderstandings by society, I’m pretty confident to say there were some consequences to that, likely in part impacts to my confidence about any other self knowledge.

In high school, I was made fun of for being gay, for being fat, for being girly (even before the long hair), and a cruel play on my deadname wrt penis size (joke will be on them as soon as I can get bottom surgery). Clearly I did not pass myself off effectively as a straight boy, and I think that’s a pretty common experience for a lot of trans femmes. For lack of a better word, apparently I’ve always had “Gay Vibes” and lots of people came out to me in high school, and lots of others assumed I was gay, there was some overlap there too. Of course, it turns out I am a huge queer, but just exactly not the way anyone expected? 

Most of this post is talking about younger life, because this is where things were closer to the surface for me, I buried my transness pretty effectively early on. For those that don’t, their trauma is going to be different, and from what I’ve heard, much more immediately painful. Being read as male today hurts, but all of the previous years of it? they don’t hurt me that much in any direct sort of way, only cumulatively in what they denied me.

If you’d like to read a story about a trans woman who did know from a young age, but didn’t transition until much later in life than I did, you should check out Love Lives Here by Amanda Jetté Knox. Amanda  writes about her daughter’s transition, then her wife’s and the story is incredibly beautiful, and made me cry most of the day I listened to it.

[eruden-writes]

20 First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line, then tag some of your favourite authors!  

I had a version of this sitting in my drafts FOREVER, but I don’t know where this meme came from. If you do, let me know!

((Please, if you want to do this, go ahead! I feel like I’m imposing if I tag anyone.))

1. Folly Wood. - Lights, Camera, Orc-tion

2. “Thank you for humoring my request, Miss Barlow.” - Learning Curves

3. “You smell tasty.” - New WIP, prob going to be short

4. People told Paislee, all her life, that looking at an angel could do a number of things. - Found

5. It had been a long day’s travel from town - if that’s what anyone could call the tiny dollop of civilization they passed through - into the mountains. - Desperation’s Summit

6. They shouldn’t be there, in this dusty storeroom, barely lit by high windows and smelling of incense. - My Soul to Keep

7. A howl shuddered through the dungeons, sending rats and spiders scurrying deeper into the foundation of the castle. - Cleaved (Briefly published then unpublished, due to content.)

8. Saeral castle and kingdom had fallen to the orcs. - Vulker

9. It was three in the morning when Maggie caught the sound of opening and closing cabinets, a beeping microwave, and the airfryer running from the kitchen. - Gluttony’s Hunger

10. The night had been long awaited.  - Pride & Prejudice & Orcs (actually re-writing this one, but the same opening)

11. “I can smell you. Come out!” - This one is old and was temporarily shared, before I took it down [I think]. I felt like no one read it, so I should tweak it.

12. Camping. - Unpublished, but involves a wolf anthro and a sheep anthro in a Beastars-esque world.

13. In the chaos and dark and fear, Bellona and Larek found one another. - Wretched Creature

14. With a name like Moonbeam Dream, you’d think she’d have learned to fight sooner. - Self-Defense

15. A dinner, a movie, and stumbling into Hazel's home, while attached at the lips. - Something Primal

16. The date had gone well; better than most, even after weeks of talking online, beforehand.- Incubare

17. At first, Thalia Harper didn’t understand why his teeth caught her gaze. - Teeth

18. “Vicki, am I scary?” - The Terrifying Bat Man

19. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” - Unpublished WIP involving a gnoll and school teacher

20. The office wasn’t particularly small, but Endeavor couldn’t shake the sense he was being squeezed. - Slow Burn (fanfic)

[fluffomatic]

who are all the lers or switches you have?

Op Here we go!

The percentage splits should be read like (lee/ler) So if someone is 10/90 that means they're 10% lee and 90% ler

Anna: Switch (bout 50/50)

Dylan: Lee. 100% lee

Hikora: Ler-leaning switch (bout 30/70)

Delilah: Lee-leaning switch (bout 80/20)

Tanner: Ler (10/90)

Maeven: Ler-leaning switch (30/70)

Demora: Lee-leaning switch (80/20)

Erzrind: Switch (50/50)

Erric: Lee (90/10)

Two: Lee (90/10)

Paislee: Ler-leaning switch (20/80)

Dip: Ler-leaning switch (30/70)

Ariessa: Switch (50/50)

Athena: Lee 100% Lee

Jedrek: Ler (10/90)

Enchantress Sedona: Ler 100% Ler

DIFFERENT UNIVERSES!

Varras: Lee (90/10)

Braeden: Lee 100% Lee

Vehiron: Lee-leaning switch (70/30)

Hadreona: Ler-leaning switch (20/80)

Crow: Lee (90/10)

Alban Cackle: Ler-leaning switch (20/80)

Zayne Grimm: Lee 100% Lee

Okay! That should be all! At least off the top of my head

Edit: HOW DID I FORGET ALBAN AND ZAYNE????

[teenmomcentral]

I am reading articles on The Ashley. Was it ever discussed on why Adam signed his rights away for Paislee but he hasn't done the same for Aubree?

Nope! But if anyone has their personal theories on why, feel free to send them my way and we can discuss them

[haileygarciasunshine]

Together We Fall

Head over to Wattpad (Hay1997) to read the full Chapter One! 

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 267

The sun shone through her curtains, illuminating the room. The warmth radiated from the sun rays, gently woke her up. Gentleness was a subtle stranger to her. Throughout her life, the softness of the world had failed her.

"Rowe!" Her sister called, from outside the door. Her soft knocks became harder and rougher.

“Rowe!” She tried again. “Get up!”

Groaning Rowe shoved the blankets off of her, getting up making her way to the door.

Flinging it open, Rowe yelled harshly, “What is it Paislee?”

“We have to go. They’re coming!” Paislee suddenly said frantically. 

“Shit!”

“What do we do?” Paislee asked on the verge of tears.

Taking a second to compose herself, she responded, “Lets pack up and head out.”

“Where are we going to go?” Panic was evident in her voice.

“We’ll figure it out as we go. Now hurry and pack!” Rowe hurried out, as panic started to settle over them.

Turning around, Rowe quickly made her way to her closet, pulling on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Roughly searching in her closet, she began to pull things out throwing them behind her not caring where they landed. Once, she found her suitcase, Rowe began packing clothes, hygiene products, electronics and anything else should could get her hands on.

“Did you get everything you need?” Rowe questioned sensing her sisters presence behind her. 

“I -”  Parker was cut off by a loud bang, as footsteps stormed through the house.

Rowe lifted her arm, quickly slamming the door to her bedroom, moving her desk in front of the door, securing it shut.

[favoriitecriimes]

🍼 (tyler&Kyle. Scarlett&Felicity)

Kyle & Tyler:

- name: Leonardo “Leo” Wyatt Winston- likes / dislikes: undecided- first word: Daddy- appearance: beach blonde hair, chocolatey brown eyes, strawberry pink lips- which parent they look more like: Tyler- which parent they like more: Tyler- height once fully grown: 5′8- job ambition: undecided- faceclaim: Ross Lynch

Felicity & Scarlett:

- name: Paislee Lynn Young-(Scarlett’s last name)- likes / dislikes: undecided- first word: Mommy- appearance: long blonde hair with brown roots, grey eyes, cherry read lips- which parent they look more like: Scarlett- which parent they like more: Both- height once fully grown: 5′6- job ambition: Model/Dancer- faceclaim: Peyton List

[daiisyduboiis]

Daisy Dubois || 26 || Dancer

Name: Daisy Dubois  Species: Succubus Sexuality: Pansexual Pronouns: She/Her  Favorite Song: I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift  Big Three: Cancer sun, Scorpio moon, Aries rising Location: Echo Creek

Headcanons:

Growing up in the Underworld was not to Daisy’s taste. It wasn’t just her parents who encouraged something different for her, but she had always wanted something better for herself, too. The people down there were so one-sided, closed minded to the possibility of disguised chaos. Everyone just liked the idea of torturing humans outright, but Daisy knew there was a better way. They could be so much more effective if they came off friendly first, attacking from the inside. No one ever believed in her or her ideas until she met one Charlie Cheshire.

Though they were true opposites when they met, the more time she spent with Charlie, the more Daisy feel like they were becoming a team. He as the best friend she had in the Underworld, and even her best friend in life once they came to the surface together. Somehow, they brought out the worst in each other, and if she thought she could be chaotic alone, it doubled with Charlie. Her methods of seducing men and luring them in worked in Animania, and Charlie didn’t like it. It wasn’t her fault that it worked; if anyone, he had humans and other fickle creatures to blame for being so brainless.

The breakup with Charlie was ridiculous. He just didn’t see the potential they had together as a team, and Daisy really tried to get him to open up his eyes and look to the future. She knew that his future was going nowhere without her, but she grew impatient, fast. There were many men up in Animania who would fall head over heels for her if she had it her way, and if Charlie didn’t want to be one of them, so be it. She packed all her things and moved out, leaving fire in her wake.

Becoming a dancer at Wonderland was the best thing to ever happen to Daisy. She found people who got her beyond Charlie for the first time in her life. Having sisters from the Underworld up in this one made her feel more at home than she ever had felt before. Wonderland is kind of crazy, and she doesn’t really trust Beth entirely, but Daisy has a good life there, and she doesn’t want to ruin it. Instead, she keeps working on both her dancing and her ability to ruin men, making a good living off both of them.

Working at the flower shop is Daisy’s escape. It’s the one thing that she can do for herself without feeling like she’s ruining something. She’s actually really good at putting together arrangements and selling them, and she knows Paislee is someone she should keep in her corner. Daisy doesn’t know why, but she seems so familiar, and feels like home. She wants to ask the woman why she seems so familiar to her, but she doesn’t want to lose her job at the flower shop, either.

Ruining Charlie’s life is now her goal. Daisy’s read the gossip news and all that bullshit about who he’s been hanging around and has taken note of all of it. She wouldn’t call herself a stalker, but she keeps tabs on him, from afar. He’s just beginning to unravel, she can sense it, and she knows her time is coming to swoop in and go for the kill. He doesn’t know it, but the exact tactics Daisy once warned him about—getting closer to her prey and letting them feel comfortable—are going to be his downfall. It’s sad, really. If only he’d paid more attention in the first place, Charlie would see what’s coming his way.

Daisy’s been enjoying seeing the new places Animania has opened up to, especially New Salem. There’s something about the town that she can feel in her bones is different about it than anywhere else. The people there aren’t people, that much she can tell, and she wants to get to know them all.

[doodlesink]

Murder at a Scottish Social by Traci Hall--Book Review

Happy Friday!  Murder at a Scottish Social by Traci Hall has Paislee finding a killer at a fundraiser. Check out my review of the third A Scottish Shire Mystery.  Happy Reading!

https://bibliophileandavidreader.blogspot.com/2022/02/murder-at-scottish-social-by-traci.html

[spidergwenistrans]

I got "If I Was Your Girl" by Meredith Russo from the library, and listened to it as an audiobook.

Definitely did not spend the entire night before a huge test ugly crying over this story.

[eruden-writes]

Hello! I’m sorry to hear LCO isn’t flowing so easy, I think you’re a phenomenal writer, I’ve enjoyed all your works I’ve read. My request would be a continuation of your angel piece Found, it made me all warm inside and I’d like to see how their relationship develops :)

I do have ideas for a continuation! Not a long one, but a little bit of one. But it's a headspace I can't really get into, at the moment.

I'll at least say that Paislee and Omniel fix up the town together and it becomes a sanctuary for rogue/lost angels. What that means for Omniel and his goddess(?), we'll see when I can write again. 😭

[confunduis]

happy easter, paislee! i hope you have a wonderful day and just know that i'm looking forward to reading future chapters/drabbles!

awe, priya !!   you’re too sweet. i really need to get the ball rolling with bound. because i can’t seem to focus on other stories  (   that have yet to be posted  )   knowing that its second chapter is sitting in my docs, incomplete. but i’m hoping to get to it and the other drabble requests today !!    in any case, happy easter to you too !!

[philadelphiamotelsgator-blog]

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I can’t wait to prance around the ship while throwing back margaritas with my crew! Review by Nia I ordered an XL which is my normal size (Size 16 dress, XL top) I loved the mesh and it fit great (not a fan of the cups but they are removable)! It had great support and looked cute! It was a bit tough to get on because of the key hole (?) back but fit perfectly! Review by Alondra This swimsuit deserves a review. It’s so great. It fits me like a glove. I recently lost over 40 pounds. So I haven’t owned a swimsuit in years and I’m not interested in trying them on in a store. So I spent days looking and reading reviews and I finally ordered 3 swimsuits with the thought I’d return them if they didn’t work. For reference I’m 5’3” almost 5’4” and I weigh 136 pounds. In Victoria secrets I wear a 34DD and medium panties. I hope that helps. Because I don’t measure myself ever. I purchased a size medium in black. And I will be buying another one. Not kidding, it makes me feel sexy and comfortable and covered up. Not feeling too naked or hoe-ish! This swimsuit came quickly and is definitely worth more then they are charging! Let’s hope after boating and washing it that it holds up! If it falls to peices I’ll update this review. But do ya self a favor if you have been searching endlessly for a swimsuit. Just buy this one! Review by Virginia I love this bathing suit. It's equally conservative yet I feel beautiful in it. I was looking for something that I could wear to the water park or beach with the kids but I didn't want a typical plain bathing suit. I am 5'7, 140 lbs and a size 4/6pants, D chest. I bought a medium and fits perfect, not too tight or loose. Would def recommend. Review by Adelina This suit is perfect! I look terrible in one pieces, always have! I wanted something that was modest yet looked a little sexy, I’ll be drinking (a lot) on our honeymoon cruise next month and don’t want to show anything on accident if I happen to get too drunk lol I’m 5”5, 165lbs, 38 bust, 31 waist, and 42 hips and the large was perfect for me! My thighs are huge, so usually one pieces dig into them, but this one fits them perfect! I also have a very long torso, so the fact this fit me long wise was a win in itself!! Review by Paislee Loved it, wish had more boob support too but it could have been much worse! It was tight enough to give some body shaping support, quality material, and covered in all the right places. Very satisfied!! Much better quality and fit than more expensive suits that I've bought at popular brick & mortar retail stores!! Review by Paislee I bought an XL in the black and it fit perfect, very flattering cut and still sexy with the mesh at the front. Loved it so much I bought a red one a few weeks later... wasn't so happy with this one. It didn't fit the same at all - and of course i bought the same size. The red one was really baggy at the bust and the neck didn't fit the same as the black one. I've contacted the seller about the red one and am waiting to hear back. Review by Amalia I love it!! Fits true to size! Really looks nice and didnt completely fall apart in the water! I wish it had under wire so it doesnt make my boobs look as saggy. Other than that, highly recommend!! Review by Kamila I love this swim suit. Fits great and easy to put on and take off. Plus it kept all the extra parts nice and snug on my body. I would recommend this product for sure. Related topics: - Family Dollar Locations - Ups Store Locations - 3M Dust Mask - Cheap Toddler Bike - Dog Carrier Backpack - 3M 9551v Mask - Trendy Plus Size Swimsuits

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meet paislee mastel

► basics;

Full Name: paislee isobel mastel Age: 21 117 Birthday:  December 31st, 1900 Sexual Orientation: bisexual Relationship Status:  single Religion: atheists  Occupation: business owner|| heiress  Nationality: Ukrainian/American  Species: Upir             ► Abilities; mind control, increased pain tolerance, increased strength, immortality,                       regenerative healing, enhanced senses

► background;

Place of Birth: Chicago, IL Hometown: Chicago, IL Education: multiple college degrees              ►  Master of Business Administration              ►  Bachelors of Science in Psychology              ►  Bachelors of Arts              ►  Master of Art History

► physical;

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Height: 5′3 Weight: 115 Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: faded scars up both forearms

► relatives;

Father’s Full Name: Trevor Henry Mastel Father’s Status: Deceased  Father’s Occupation: Factory Owner Mother’s Full Name: Liana Volk Mother’s Status: Alive Mother’s Occupation: CEO Siblings: None

► relationships;

Ex-Significant Other(s): Jamie Von (1), Stephanie Parrish (2), Alexander McCoy (3) Reason for Separation: Death

► personality;

Positive Traits: Kind, Compassionate, Smart, Rational Negative Traits: Sly, Calculating, Isolating, Hot Headed

► misc;

Hobbies: Hiking, Reading, Painting, Dancing Favorite Book: Alice in Wonderland  Favorite Music Artist: Queen Favorite Subject: Art Pets: None Habits: 3+ cups of coffee a day, chewing on her nails, isolating herself when she’s hungry

► BIOGRAPHY; 

In 1900, the world was welcomed to a beautiful healthy human girl by the name of Katrenya Mastel. She was one of the few children born to wealth in Chicago. Her father, Trevor, had inherited a steel factory. With his cunning and cut throat business model, the Mastels were soon one of the wealthiest families in Chicago. A legacy that was engrained to the young girl. Her mother, Liana Volk, a immigrant who had fallen in love with the Mastel man. The two were wed within a matter of months, practically strangers when they welcomed in the darling baby. Unknown to the father, Liana also carried a legacy that would be passed onto the young woman as the time was right.

Time continued to turn as Katrenya grew into a beautiful young woman, gaining the attention of many suitors. This angered her father, who had once been a kind man to her. As the rage and anger began to raise, the abuse began. Nightly it seemed like the assaults came, leaving her in a puddle of her own tears and her own blood. The people in Katrenya’s life looked passed the bruises and brushed off her father’s rage as insolence on her part. It was enough to drive herself mad, until there was no going back. In the warm water of her nightly bath, she brought a blade to her wrists and watched the water turn crimson until there was nothing left.

Unknown to Katrenya, this had been a plan in the works for years and months. A gift she was born with, inherited from her mother’s side of the family. One that can only come to light when the life had left her darling daughter’s eyes. The gift of just exactly what she was and who she would become. An Upir. A race that had hid in the shadows for years, feasting on the blood of man to continue to thrive. And though Katrenya laid lifeless in the water, her life was truly just beginning.

At first, her hunger was uncontrollable. The death of her first lover coming at her own hands. His blood covered her lips and the front of her ball gown. And from that day forward, Katrenya knew just exactly what she was, a monster. It was a role she had began to embrace. A powerful being that could not be stopped. She could feed as she wanted and simply make the memories vanish. Yet, in her home, she remained the diligent daughter to her mother and father.

That changed the last night her father crept into her room to raise his hand to her. Katrenya took his life and no one else’s blood had ever tasted better. She was free and finally able to become just who and what she was supposed to be. As the years changed, her mother taught Katrenya the ways of their kind. how to control their hunger, how to use their gifts, how to hide in plain sight. She taught her daughter how to survive and change who she was to go unnoticed by the passing decades.

In 2017, Katrenya no longer existed. Burned to death in a fire in Chicago long time ago. Instead, she became Paislee Mastel, one of many names she had taken. 

; give this a ❤︎ if you’re interested in plotting with Paislee

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Do you happen to know does Aubree still go to Adam's parents every other weekend? I feel like I've read somewhere she doesn't spent the whole weekend, just one night at their house, but I'm not sure if I'm imagining it. But it this point it's certain, that Adumb doesn't deserve to see neither Aubree or Paislee.

Adam is allowed visitation with Aubree as long as his parents are present. He isn’t allowed to be alone with Aubree. I remember hearing that Adam usually isn’t there the whole time to see Aubree, just for a while.