#pom its literally monday

[lilpomfriend]

[itsalwaysthesamehere]

Hey guys! This is from my ana doc that I keep private for the most part but I figured sharing would be great considering a lot of these tips/collections I got from tumblr anyways haha. I take no credit for any of this besides the food logs which are from my first week of relapsing. Ive tried to take things slower because I do have people Im hiding this relapse from so pleaseeeeeeeee no judgement. Im also super broke so I basically have to eat whatever we have at home. Enjoy yall!

Week one: No meat products. Prep soy sauce eggs, spicy foods and have breakfast, nothing off limits but only eat half of whatever you get for the week. Tons of salad and avoid heavy foods. 

Monday: 1800, high protein. 

Tuesday: 1600 Wednesday: 1400 Thursday: 1200 Friday: 1000

Saturday: 1200 Sunday: 1000

Monday: 1200

Tuesday: 1200

Wednesday: 1000

Thursday: 1000

Friday: 800 Saturday: 800 Sunday: 800 

Food log:

12/03/2023-

2 slimjims- 80 cal

One street taco- 75 cal

Cheese- 50 cal

Ravioli and salad: 350 calories

Total for breakfast- 205 calories

Total for dinner- 350 calories

Snack at night: 3 bananas, chocolates, chips :<, 1020 calories

Food log #2:

Breakfast: cottage cheese and raspberry jelly on toast, calories 147

Dinner: Spaghetti with garlic bread, calories 600

Snack: Garlic bread guts, 600 calories (heavily estimated, heavily exaggerated 

Total: 1,350 calories 

Food log #3:

Breakfast: White bread, cottage cheese and sugarfree raspberry jam, calories 200

Dinner: Cowboy stew with cornbread, calories 800

Snacks: Pastry :<, poptarts 1,150 calories

Total: 2540 calories

Lunch: Cowboy stew, 800

Snacks: One bite of pastry puff, cottage cheese with ritz crackers,pringles,  calories 437 

Total: 1,237 calories

Food log #5: 

Snack: Cottage cheese with sugarfree raspberry preserves and blueberries,, one chocolate, yahoo milk, sucker 335 cals 

Dinner: Alfredo with penne pasta, calories 600

Food log #6: 

Breakfast: 1/5th of a grape fruit, 1 egg white, 3 strips of bell pepper, 3 strawberries, and half a pom drink. Cals: 139

Snack: Icecream bite, 50 cals

Safe foods: 

Airhead - 60

Popcorn - 64 (per cup airpopped)

Animal crackers - 85 (ten crackers)

Baby ruth - 98

Milky way - 99

Vitamin water sugar-free - 0

Sparkling ice sugar-free - 5

Bai - 5 (any flavor)

Caprisun - 30-80 (depends on the flavor)

V8 - 45

Chinese fortune cookie - 15

Laffy taffy - 33

Pop rocks - 36

Cotton candy - 40 (10g)

Lollipop - 47

Candy cane - 59

White bread - 67

Angel food cake - 72

Victorian sponge cake - 72

Opera cake - 80

Buttermilk Pancake - 83

Pancake - 86

Pepperoni - 10

Chicken breast fillet - 17

Prosciutto- 18

Sushi - 39

Literally any lunch meat, they're all low cal!

Strip steak - 40 (3 slices!!!)

Quail breast - 69

Turkey wings - 53

Chicken wings - 77

Beef tripe - 80

Beef jerky - 82

Mushrooms - 1

Baby carrots - 5

Celery - 6

Bell pepper - 15

Tomatos - 20

Zucchini -  33

Green beans - 34 (per cup!!! Just throw on some red pepper and lemon juice and feast, sisters)

Artichoke - 60

Cucumber  - 66

Cherries - 4

Apricots - 17

Passion fruit - 17

Plums - 30

Cantaloupe - 23 (per 70g)

Mandarin oranges - 47

Peaches - 60

DON'T BINGE: 

Take a moment and talk to God about it (even if you’re not a believer, it doesn’t hurt to try!)

Watch mukbang about the food that you are craving

Watch supersize vs superskinny (its on YouTube)

Look in the mirror and remind yourself why you are doing this in the first place

Read a book

Do your homework

Do chores

Smell at the food that you are craving

Write down your feelings and cravings (trust me it helps sm)

Drink A LOT of water. Drink until you feel like you’re about to explode

Clean your room! Get rid of all those water bottles and dishes.

Clean out your closet, decide what clothes you don’t wear and donate them to your local thrift store!

Go on a shopping spree! (Don’t spend all your money though!)

Organize your Pinterest boards

Compare yourself to th!nsp0

Weigh yourself

Listen to music

Drink calming tea

Catch up with a friend!

Talk to your pet about your feelings

Sleep the cravings out

Take a long walk

Take a cold shower

Watch a movie you haven’t seen before

Take care of your nails!

Look up how to do something you have always wanted to learn (make-up, macramé, origami, sign language, …)

This might sound weird but I love sudokus and they always get me focused enough to stop thinking about bingeing

Make a to-do list for the rest of the week

Listen to a podcast

Have a self-care day (take an everything-shower, put on a face mask, take care of your hair and body)

Make an essay about any topic you like

Start writing a book

Re-decorate your room

Make a New Year’s resolution list! Who do you want to be at the end of 2024?

^ or make a vision board !!!

Call a friend or family member

Read the newspaper (lowkey more interesting than I expected it to be)

If you’re frustrated about it, scream into a pillow

Scroll on insta or tiktok

Built a Lego set

Pick some flowers!

Practice deep breathing

Try yoga if you haven’t before!

If you are still standing in your kitchen, girl get out rn

Ask yourself if you are physically hungry, the answer is most likely no

Keep a food diary

Munch on a low cal snack instead, take veerryyyy slow bites

Thing I do but definitely don’t recommend:

Binge and purge (if you purge make sure you brush your teeth abt 30mins after)

Sm0ke or v@pe (depends if i’m able to go outside or not)

Sh (please, pleaaaase don’t do this)

I’m so guilty to do this to my family and the people who think I’m in a true recovery. But if I don’t Im scared of what might happen, I’m scared I’ll kill myself or even worse. I just really want to lose weight and feel like myself again

On day one I did mess up by having meat early on but we have to go through meat products before I can buy vegetarian substitutes plus we don’t have eggs rn. 

so you think you're "stuck" here again? you're not actually stuck, you're just not trying hard enough. you can lower your intake, walk more, exercise harder, fast for longer. the only thing stopping you from losing weight is you. why haven't you changed that? do something.

It’s only been two hours and you are already eating again. You are gonna be huge forever.

if you're looking at some food and doubting yourself if you should eat it or not, the answer is no 

I doubt that eating makes you as happy as stepping on the scale and seeing that you lost weight

You aren’t hungry, you’re just bored.

Excuses to not eat:

My tummy hurts from gallbladder

I took my pills in the morning and got sick

Sky kept me busy all day

Shared breakfast and lunch with sky

Thought I ate, forgot. *Go to get a snack and come back with a drink or small treat*

Spend time cooking for others

Talk about how you ate different things for breakfast

Smaller chest

Sharper jawline

Less curvy thighs

Square hips

Dainty hands

Collarbones

Slutty waist

Sharp shoulders

To float in my clothes

To look hot in emo clothes

Deeper set eyes

Visible spine

✨️Hipbones✨️

To save money (less food eaten, less food to buy)

Mesh tops

Muscles easier to see

People telling me I'm so small

Boyfriends being able to pick me up like it's nothing

some tips on food fixation and binging urges:

hellooo, ive been thinking about compiling some things that have helped me get my mind off of food and overall just writing down some rant -- so here it is!

keep in mind, im not an expert and this is mostly just me babbling. im writing this as a motivation for myself, and it will probably not work for everyone, but if you find any of this stuff helpful -- my pleasure!

★ mindfulness ★

`` first of all -- ive found that that strong-urge-to-binge thing is more of a state, not a feeling. it helps me to treat it as such: a mental state, a spiral, and to come out of that spiral you can:

◌ stop!

◌ breath in, breath out. ground yourself. have that thought of "wait, what am i doing?" in the space between you and the fridge

◌ check in with your body. what position are you in? does something hurt? are you cold? are you tired? overenergized?

◌ check in with your mind. is there any buzz? are you overwhelmed?

◌ if you located the issue (eg. im tired! i want comfort! so food = comfort!) -- great! move on from there to resolving this issue in a more mindful, not-involving-food way (then i should nap, do yoga, just lie on the floor, watch comfort movie)

why are we doing that? in my opinon, its very important to train that "what am i doing" moment of conciousness, because through that you can see better why you want to binge. is it a mental thing? how can you cope without food? is it a physical feeling? an effect of restriction? how can you tweak your eating to make it better (imo, fasting does better job at managing binges than plain restriction)

you cant just showe thinspo at your face everytime you crave something, after all : )

★ activities ★

`` make something with your hands! ohh my god! i cant stress it enough, it can help you to not get fixated on thinking about food so much! it can be something easy like drawing, or you can look up something new for yourself

`` go on a walk. i know, it can be very tiring to even think about, but t does wonders at distracting you

`` yoga. very simple and very effective. or, alternatively

`` do nothing at all for a bit. just. lie down, turn off your phone, no sound, no nothing (helps if your binging urge feels overwhelming)

`` if you havent already, try drinking coffee. it really is called an appetite supressant for a reason

`` i wasnt the one who told you that, but you can look up some gross stuff involving food.. f*eeding k*ink usually freaks me out on multiple levels for long enough to forget about food

`` test yourself and allow yourself to feel bored. put down your phone. watch a really long flm. boredom is a part of our lives, and if you teach yourself to feel it in such small portions without binging youll be so so proud of yourself

Thinspos i have^

[lalainajanes]

Hi! idk if you're still taking prompts but can you do one where klaus and caroline are coworker's who are always getting into heated screaming matches during team meetings and everyone who works with them is just used to it, but the new girl is like wtf??? and then later finds out that they're actually married and don't hate each other?? thanks!! your writing gives me life

Obviously I could not resist fluff day! For Step Two of @klarolineshippersclub 12KCXmas event!

With Friends Like These

The office is deserted – its 7 PM on a Friday – so Caroline’sstartled by the sound she hears coming from the hall. It’s a staccato series oftaps. Heels, eating up the distance quickly, and she rolls her chair back,grabbing her phone from the corner of the desk just in case someone’s bleeding.

She’s about to go and see what’s happening, when Kat barrelsin. Her eyes are wide with what Caroline suspects is glee, her hair a wildwindblown mass of curls. Her jackets only half buttoned and she tosses asideher purse, rushing towards Caroline. “You will not believe what I just heard!”

Caroline lets herself be shaken, taking another confusedlook at Kat’s dishevelment. “Did you run from the bar? Thought you were goingto try to seduce the new guy.”

Katherine looks offended. “Try? Please. Mason’s a sure bet.He’ll keep until next week.”

“Wow,” Caroline drawls. “Something came up that’s kept youfrom guaranteed sex? Must be big.”

Katherine lets go of her, tossing her hair over her shoulderand letting out an irritated huff. “Yeah, yeah, mock me. We don’t all get to scheduleregular freaky married sex.”

It takes a fair amount of willpower not to tear her eyesaway and Caroline lifts her chin stubbornly. Katherine might know far too many details about her and Klaus’ sex life butthat was only because Caroline gets a little over share-y when tequila’sinvolved in a girl’s night out. Klaus is shameless enough not to care, evenwhen Kat’s comments get overly pointed. If anything, he leans into it, lets hishands linger and does his best to make Caroline blush. Caroline is working onbuilding up the same aplomb in the face of Kat’s suggestive smirks and taunts.

“You seem to do just fine in the freaky sex department,” shesnipes back.

Katherine grins, slow and very pleased with herself. “Ireally do.”

Caroline groans, walking over to the couch that lines onewall of her office. “I do not want to have this conversation with you.”

Her dry spell is hours away from ending and she’s really looking forward to it.

Klaus has been gone for ten days, dealing with inspectionsfor the new hotel the company is opening in London. Caroline’s team is busy puttingtogether room concepts so she hadn’t been able to justify taking the time awayto accompany him.

She likes phone sex as much as the next girl whose husbandhas a hot accent but it got old after a few days. She misses having a warm bodyto roll into at night; the way he wakes he scrapes his morning beard againsther shoulder when she grumbles about the alarm.

“Someone’s cranky!” Katherine sings. She circles Caroline’sdesk, helping herself to the bourbon that’s stashed in the lowest drawer. “Mynews might not help you.”

Oh joy.

Caroline slouches low, letting her legs flop ratherungracefully, “And yet, you rushed all the way back here to tell me about it?”

“It’s just too hilarious. I couldn’t not.”

Katherine’s sense of humor is a weird thing, an acquiredtaste, so Caroline braces herself. “Alright, hit me.”

“Uh uh. Let me set the scene.”

“And people say I’m dramatic.”

Kat ignores the complaint, lifting the bottle high. “There Iam, in the ladies room…”

“Taking off your panties so you could stuff them in Mason’spocket?”

“Please. Like you’ve never used that move.”

Caroline could honestly say she hadn’t (Klaus likes toremove her lingerie himself) but Katherine’s already continuing her tale. Sheperches on the edge of Caroline’s desk, wiggling in an effort to getcomfortable.

So it’s not going to be a short story. Caroline presses herlips together, holding in a sigh, glancing at the clock. She’s supposed to grabKlaus from the airport at eleven and she’d planned go home and change intosomething easier to remove beforehand. Hopefully Katherine can resist the urgeto embellish too extensively.

“I’m minding my own business, about to flush, when I hear afamiliar name.”

“Yours?”

“Nope, yours. Preceded and followed by some very colorfuldescriptors.” She pauses expectantly, eagerly watching for Caroline’s reaction.

Only to be disappointed when Caroline shrugs, emitting onlya dismissive, “Somehow I’ll survive.” The last time she’d really been overlyconcerned with other people liking her she’d owned pom poms.

Katherine, however, isn’t finished.

“Really? Even when I tell you that our little bathroomgossiper had very complimentary things to say about your hubs?”

Her hands curl into the couch’s cushions, a teeny flare ofjealousy flaring bright.

She’s an only child and she gets a little possessive, okay?Klaus is into it. He’s also no stranger to getting growly and shooting murdereyes and staking a claim and, since he’s got a bajillion siblings, he doesn’t evenhave the same justification for being bad at sharing.

Those incidents usually result in an immediate need forprivacy (or the reasonable facsimile found behind a locked office door or thebackseat of a car). The next day they’ll sleep in, there will be hickies on herthighs and scratches on his back, and they’ll eat dessert for breakfast.

Honestly, Caroline kind of loves that particular ritual,knows very well that Klaus does too.

“Not everyone thinks Klaus is awful,” Caroline points out.

“Because most people are dumb and lack my excellent taste.”

Caroline eyes the bottle, seriously considering chugging abit and just calling a cab when it’s time to collect Klaus. She really doesn’twant to be drunk for their reunion but, if Kat doesn’t hurry up and get to apoint, it might be her best option. “I love you so I’m going to ignore the factthat you kinda just called me dumb.”

Katherine scoffs, “You’re not dumb, just dickmatized.”

It’s probably a good thing she’s not drinking because shewould have choked. Caroline’s laugh sputters out, grows in volume, and she hasto cover her mouth when it becomes hard to control herself. Her eyes water alittle as she finally manages to stop giggling, “Yeah, I’m totally tellingKlaus that you said that. He’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Literally the only nice thing I’ll ever say about him isthat you’re far more bearable and less uptight than you used to be. I creditthe regular orgasms.”

She and Katherine had been hired at about the same time and,in the beginning, hadn’t gotten along overly well. Kat now headed The MikaelsonGroup’s marketing team, was a wizard at luring in celebs and influencers andmaking their hotels a coveted destination. Caroline had worked her way up torun a design team. It’s how she’d met Klaus (and they’d butted heads too in theearly days) coordinating with him and his architect minions.

“I, too, am a big fan,” Caroline admits. “Though, honestly,you should really give cuddling a try. Totally relaxing.”

“Ew, pass.”

It’s an argument they’ve had before.

“Anyway,” Katherine says, so loudly that Carolineinstinctively glances towards the door. “Back to my story. Greta Martin thinksyou should stop being a total bitch to Klaus in meetings. Oh, and she’s alsoplanning on banging him.”

Caroline sits up, now outraged. “I am not…”

Katherine cuts her off, “You have been a little snippy thisweek.”

Only because Klaus has been baiting her.

“That’s just how we are. He pokes, I prod. He’s annoyinglysmug, all ‘oh, aren’t I the cleverest?’ and I like to knock him down.”

“Verbal foreplay is your thing,” Katherine says, adding aknowing nod.

She throws her hands up, collapsing back again. “Exactly! Mymarriage is freaking great and if that…”

Again, she doesn’t get to work up to a proper rant. Superannoying.

“That’s the best part!” Katherine crows. “She has no ideayou and Klaus are married! Talk about dumb people.”

Well, that’s mollifying. Slightly. Caroline will just haveto make things clear. Plans begin to form. She discards the racier ones (unlessGreta proves to be unwilling to take a hint). She twists her wedding bandabsently, “How has she not noted the rings?”

“Forget the rings. How she hasn’t noted Klaus’ doofybesotted face whenever you walk into a room is the bigger issue. Maybe sheneeds glasses?”

Maybe Caroline will get her assistant to shoot Greta anemail detailing the company’s excellent insurance coverage on Monday.

She hears the bottle clink and she shakes off her mentallists, shooting Katherine a glare. “You know, it would have been easy for youto clear up her misconceptions in that bathroom.”

Kat’s brows rise and she shoots Caroline a look like she’ssaid something totally insane. “And deprive myself of prime workplace drama?Please. You know how bored I get on Wednesdays when I have to sit in those dumblegal meetings.”

Caroline’s displeasure must read on her face because Kattosses her a bright smile, leaning forward and offering the bottle. Her toneturns placating, “Oh, relax, Cupcake. It’s harmless. You’ll probably forget allabout this little snafu over the weekend.”

Caroline’s does have big plans.

“Maybe,” she allows grudgingly. She stands, straighteningher pencil skirt. “Speaking of, I should go home and make myself pretty.”

“You’re going to do that gross airport make out thing, aren’tyou?”

Caroline smiles, not trying to hide the slightly mockingedge to it. “Usually, yeah. But Elijah’s not a guy who tolerates a scene.”

She relishes the freezing of Katherine’s body, the wideningof her dark eyes. Her hand flexes, looking for the bottle that had recentlybeen clutched there.

Caroline withholds it, setting it down and out of reach.

She’s not entirely sure what had gone down at the Christmasparty last year (Katherine was way better at keeping secrets no matter how muchliquor was applied) but she knows Kat’s red lip had been rubbed off and Elijah’svest had been buttoned incorrectly when she and Klaus had met the odd couple atthe elevator bank.

Kat had twitched a little at the mention of Elijah’s nameever since.

She adopts her sweetest expression, “Maybe the legalmeetings will be more exciting when Elijah’s leading them in person, hmm?”

Katherine’s mouth opens. Closes. She wiggles her toes to gether heels back in place before hopping off the desk. “I need to…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, stalking out of the office.Caroline watches her go, both satisfied and bursting with curiosity. A speechlessKatherine Pierce? Caroline never thought she’d see the day.

She makes a mental note to tell Klaus, to wheedle until heagrees to pump Elijah for info. She didn’t often get bored at work, not whenshe could just pop into Klaus’ office and poke around in his projects. But hehad another trip on his calendar next month.

She won’t turn down a little in office entertainment whilehe’s gone.

[clearlyuniquevoid-blog]

Christmas For Children

So I work with 3 to 4 year old children of all backgrounds and I absolutely love it. Then when Christmas decides it is going to make a surprise appearance when you weren't expecting it for a good few months because 2017 feels like only a month ago itself, things get hectic and messy. 

Yes I adore my job and it gives me great joy in seeing the children I look after grow and develop over a period of a year. However, now that Christmas has come about it is all stress and mess. So for the past few weeks myself and my colleagues have been preparing for our annual Christmas production, we have taught the children a number of different songs and actions as well as narrator lines and sign language. But it wasn't until Tuesday that we realised that we have not made any of the costumes or sorted out the backdrop to cover displays or thought through what we were going to say before the last song (which was change literally last minute because the arrangement of staff went a bit pear-shaped to say the least) so as you can possibly imagine it was a very stressful 2 days before the show but we made it through making 7 pom poms for bunny tails and finding things to use as berries, feathers and string to stick on one of the tree costumes. 

I would say that we were glad the second it was over but that would be a lie because it took us an half an hour to get the room back to how it was meant to be ready for a normal working day the next day, stacking and moving 60 chairs and then all of the cupboards and tables needed putting back to where they belong. Then all because of this joyous time of year we had to make a grotto for Santa to come and visit the Children and give them a present on Christmas party day. So this meant move furniture needed moving and the Christmas tree had to go into the grotto and then the backdrop needed taking down from the back wall and putting into the grotto with loads of silver stars sticking on it, I was just thankful that I had an hour alone to prep it and drink coffee at the same time.

So the weekend is finally here and I intend to rest well ready for the antics to start all over again on Monday morning at 7:30 when the children start to arrive and we have the Christmas craft day to prep for and then all the children to feed, teach and entertain for the whole day while clearing up and getting ready for the next day. I really wish working in a nursery meant that we just played all day, its a good job I love what I do.

[cutiecrates]

Gacha Gacha Crate August 21

I was hoping to get back onto the track I was on a while ago, but I received this box earlier this week. I’ll be doing my DokiDoki Crate review afterwards as long as everything goes alright. I’d like to get it done by tomorrow night at the latest, since I will be busy on Monday.

This month, the booklet discusses the technique in which toys have a textured, furry touch. This is called Flocking.

My Hero Academia Pop-Up Phone Handle

Ironic that I finally get one of these things, and it ends up being for a series I’m not a big fan of. I don’t dislike it or anything, I like the concept and the characters are interesting, but my friend is more of a fan of it. Anyway, looking at it still the detailing is nice, the colors are bold and vibrant, and it is kind of cute.

Sumikko Gurashi Terrarium

This item is very cute and fun looking, but it isn’t as easy to make look nice as it does in the booklet or pamphlet picture. I like the texturing of the grass the figures sit on.

Mini Tomica Car & Cheering Pokemon

Okay so... while this isn’t the sort of capsule toy or collectable I’d want, I have to admit it’s a little fun to roll around and push. The wheels glide across various surfaces and it’s very smooth.

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Our other item is this adorably cheery Pokemon. More specifically its Pikachu, with pom-pom! These Pokemon figurines we always get would be wonderful for collectors, or someone who wanted to make a display or just play with them. The detailing on the figure is simple, but nice. The only thing is that there is an obvious seam around the neck (it’s more noticeable in person) that the booklet probably blurs because when you look at it, it’s not visible.

Pokemon Light Projector

This fun little gadget would be a must for any Pokemon fan :D or anyone who likes collecting Pokeballs. There was a variety of them, each with its own project-able Pokemon:

What makes this fun is that you can make the Pokemon as big or tiny as you want by moving the Pokeball closer and away from the surface. I’d love a whole set of these~

Hanging Animals

Our last item is the reason for the flocking explanation in the booklet. I like flocked figures, so I kinda wish maybe they gave us a couple others this month. Anyway, this is a keychain series, where the little animal is literately handing from the chain in various ways. It’s so cute x3 mine has a tiny little issue with its flocking on a paw, but it’s not extremely noticeable.

[libraford]

The Glue Famine of 2017

On February 6th, 2017, I ranted colorfully about a constant depletion of glue from retail stores due to a growing trend of children making glue slime. (To the many of you asking, ‘what the fuck is glue slime,’ here is a video of an excitable man showing you how to make it. A mixture of glue and borax.) The rant has become absurdly popular and just as absurdly long. 

I’m sure that people are just as tired of seeing it clog up their dashboards as I am of listening to angry parents use me as a receptacle for their repressed rage. So I have decided to perform a condensed recap in order to deliver the updates on my diminishing tolerance for humans in a much more digestible size. 

If you have been following along thus far, you may skip to the bolding below. For the rest... this is an exercise in foreshadowing. 

It was December 18th when we noticed that the glue was all gone. “Perhaps they’re using it all for Christmas projects,” offered one worker. “Perhaps they have a lot of crafting to do,” said another. 

But then came the phone calls: “Do you have any glue?” “Do you have any styrofoam pellets?” “Do you have any borax?”

Borax. Borax- of course!

They’re making slime! Someone must have taught it in a science class, I thought. And now they want to show their friends! Kids are so cute. 

But then the phone calls became more frequent, urgent: “Glue?” “Clear glue?” “Borax?” “Shaving cream, contact lens solution, glue?” “Glue glue glue?” “Where is the glue?” “Why don’t you have any glue?” “WHY DOESN’T ANYONE HAVE ANY GLUE?!”

I did what I always do when unreasonable quantities of singular items have suddenly reached an apex of ridiculous popularity: I ask the Internet. An article lands in my lap (literally, because my only computer is a laptop) about how glue slime has become popular. Thousands of videos of people playing with slime. At least a hundred tutorials. A lot of people use it to stim. Cool! 

The other part is about how kids who make it are selling it. There is an entire market in the 7-17 demographics bracket based around the buy, sell, and trade of non-newtonian fluids. People are selling by the ounce. 

And just like any other thing that happens in this town, the parents have gone completely bonkers that their children jumped on the trend a day late and start blaming us. Because it is entirely our fault that this trend blindsided everyone. People begin showing us just how little they know about working in retail by asking why we ‘don’t just order more glue?’ They feel that it is an affront, a personal insult to them, that we are refusing to do this specifically because of their requests and we are clearly anarchists bent on dismantling this oppressive system. 

But I digress. Ah yes- the glue. 

Just as we were beginning to give up, thinking that the glue famine was going to mark the abrupt end of the trend, I am tasked with setting up an endcap specifically for glue slime. 

With all the bottles of glue we don’t have. 

The glue slime display posed empty and yearning for two weeks before suddenly, miraculously, we were given a huge shipment of glue. Huge! Almost enough to fill the endcap! Yes! Finally, we could give the people what they want!

This was on President’s Day Weekend. It was empty by Monday. 

We played this tug-of-war between supply and demand for weeks and weeks until we finally started getting enough in per week to keep the endcap full. We began carrying it by the gallons! Gallons of glue were selling out by the end of the week, filling again on Thursday, only to be voraciously depleted by Saturday morning. People were still angry. We had become used to the angry. Boisterous shouts had become the rhythmic breath of the store- rising each weekend and falling to inhale by Monday. 

But we had reached an equilibrium. I could see an end to the madness. 

And this brings us to April.

I was promoted to shipping operations. The glue slime endcap was likewise promoted to drive aisle. 

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take the monthly event calendar with me as reading material. They have me manage the classes and family events and it helps to prepare. 

I flip to the final page and what do I see?

And which poor soul is scheduled to lead this class? 

This is the moment where I realized that I was doomed to a sticky mess regardless of what position I held in this company. At least this time it wasn’t going to be a biological hazard.  Probably. 

But here’s the kicker: 

Because we don’t sell baking soda, borax, shaving cream, or contact lens solution, we technically can’t have the kids make the slime themselves. 

We have to make it and then bring it in for them to customize as they please. 

Our manager leaves in the middle of the day to get supplies to do a test run because she has never made glue slime before and wants to test the recipe that the Company gave us. She comes back to the break room as I am coming back from lunch. 

Over the headset, I hear: “Oh my god, it’s sticky!”

I find an amusing sort of symmetry in the fact that this is the same manager whose response to the aforementioned biological hazard was “oh my god, it’s chunky!”

This is that ‘foreshadowing’ thing I mentioned earlier. 

The days leading up to this event have filled everyone involved with it with dread and meticulous preparation. An entire gallon of slime has been made prior to the event and portioned into Easter eggs to ration each child’s daily allotment of slime. Little cups of glitter, beads, sequins, plastic animals, googly eyes, and (enigmatically) pom poms have been filled and set onto a table covered in paper for easy cleanup. 

We have been chanting to ourselves: “It’s only two hours, it’s only two hours, it’s only two hours.” This has become the heartbeat, a chant between raucous breaths of angry parents. 

We have played out every possible scenario that could happen and built a contingency plan around every problem. Our armor is on. We have backup. 

We are ready for battle. 

And now, submitted for your approval, I bring you to to today- April 8th. 

Which is, by some weird coincidence and because the fates like a good laugh, also my girlfriend’s birthday. 

I am told at the beginning of my shift that I need to change my shirt because I smell like sweat and my manager is concerned that the parents will find it offensive for me to smell like a human being who has been trying to work out the tail end of a fever for three weeks. 

Despite the fact that I’m going to be the one heading this thing, it is the managers who are the most nervous about its outcome. I’m the one preparing to drive myself deeper into my own madness. But sure- you can be the one worried about a vaguely salty scent in a room full of slime progeny. 

There is another class that I have to teach before I do the SLIME BAR and it’s just some silly little Easter craft object of little significance. I get to the end of the class and I start having dangerous thoughts. 

What if no one shows up?

This does not come from nowhere. In the sixty classes that I’ve been asked to teach since my title change, I have had people attend a grand total of ten. There are at least five easter egg hunts in the area, several pre-easter celebrations, and some kind of... soccer thing that are all happening at the same time as the SLIME BAR. 

Maybe no one will show up. 

As the word ‘up’ dies away in mental echoes, a woman pops her head into my classroom. 

“Is this the slime thing?”

I severely underestimated the siren call of the slime bar. 

“This is where we’re having it, but it doesn’t start until 1.”

She grumbles and disappears. 

If I do not eat lunch now, I will likely faint headfirst into a puddle of glitter. I leave for lunch. I return from lunch at 12:30 and there is already a line forming at the door of the classroom. 

“Is this the slime thing?” It’s not the same woman as before, but a near-identical woman with the exact same poultry-esque haircut. 

“It doesn’t start until one, ma’am.”

She folds her arms at her chest. “I can wait,” she says in a tone that indicates that no she certainly will not wait.

I quickly begin setting out the individually-portioned cups of glitter and other inclusions, the slime-filled eggs, the parchment paper. I hear a murmur outside, getting louder and louder and louder... more agitated. 

The door opens and a co-worker comes in. “There’s a line of like... twenty people out there,” she says. The room is built to house, at most, twelve.

“Please tell me you’re here to help.”

“I have been... encouraged to help.”

“Extra hours?”

“Extra hours.”

The people of the retail world all speak the same language. It is a  tired language.

It becomes one-o-clock and they all file in. All twenty four, standing around the table because they apparently didn’t understand me when I said ‘come in, have a seat.’ I call a framer to get us some extra chairs, which I suppose made that a little easier. 

Immediately, a little girl starts crying because she was under the impression that we were going to have them make the slime instead of customizing it and this has thrown a wrench in her entire day. She is not the only one who is upset over this development because apparently all anyone ever saw in the flier was ‘MAKE’ and ‘SLIME’ and all the other parts were decidedly unimportant details. Eight of the kids are upset, three are crying. Oh good- they’re learning disappointment early. 

 Each of the kids grabs an egg and they start smooshing whatever particulate they can find into brightly-colored semi-solids and the crying uplifts to joyous discovery as they learn all the ridiculous things they can do with slime. Despite all the various things we have provided for them, they only want to work with glitter. 

A tiny human poured the entire contents of a bowl of glitter into her hand and looked me square in the eye.

“What would happen,” she pondered. “If I...” She mimed the action of throwing glitter in the air.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t.”

And then she fucking does. Tiny fistfuls of sparkly particulate go shooting into the windless air, arching artfully over the table before scattering into everyone’s personal space. People are mad. 

She knew full well what would happen. I can see it in her shit-eating grin full of tiny, perfectly square teeth. 

I predicted this. I saw the future and the words ‘glitter’ and ‘sticky’ came up in my crystal ball. Mind you, I’m getting paid just above minimum wage here- so the crystal ball is more like... an overturned fishbowl. 

I look at my watch. It has been twelve minutes. 

As the first wave of families starts to take their oozing babies away to hopefully cleaner activities, a man comes in with his twelve-year-old daughter. 

“We’ll have you sign in,” I told him. “Name and phone number in case of an emergency.” The girl joins the rest of the glitter monsters while I speak with her dad. 

“This thing ends at 3:00, right?”

“We are holding the event until 3, but the activity itself takes about fifteen minutes.”

“I’ll come back in an hour just to be sure.”

“It’s only fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah, an hour.”

He turns around and leaves. 

The girl is done in less than fifteen minutes and begins asking where her dad is. “I’m sure he’s in the store.”

The girl does not seem impressed or convinced by this answer. At the half-hour mark, she’s getting tired of waiting for him and my co-worker escorts her out into the store to see if he’s anywhere. Nowhere to be found. 45 minutes, still missing. They call him.

Now, there is a sign prominently displayed in the room saying that we are happy to keep an eye on any children left in our care, but we kindly ask that any parents or guardians stay on the premises in case of emergency. 

Where is he?

At home with his feet up. He finally arrives at 2:15 to get her and if that went on any longer, I was going to call Child Protective Services because holy shit, you just dropped your kid off in the care of complete strangers juggling two dozen children at any given time. 

According to the girl, he always does this. Including one time where he made her wait three hours to pick her up from school because he was watching television. 

I don’t make it a habit of judging a person’s child-rearing techniques because I don’t intend on having them myself but HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS. 

WHY?

WHY?

But that’s done. It’s done. 

It is now 2:30 and the influx of children has slowed to a trickle. The initial urgency to do the slime glue thing has waned and there are now only a few people in the room. We can breathe. 

I do a final count on the roster. Fifty-two. 

Fifty-two. Four dozen excited slime children have come and gone in two hours. This is a lot of things to happen in a short amount of time. But it is almost over now. It’s almost done. 

A small child toddles up to me and hands me an egg.

“I made this for you because I love you.”

And that was the last of them. 

There are four messages on my phone, all from my girlfriend asking me when I was supposed to be out of work, that her parents were here and that they were all going to dinner. 

So I clean up as fast as I possibly can, wipe down everything, sweep, throw out the rejected slime experiments, put things away, scan the used items out of our inventory and I am out of the classroom as fast as I can be. 

But on my way back to the break room to clock out, the framer catches my attention and has a customer ask me: “How do you make glue slime?”

My cells are vibrating with urgency and anger. JUST. GOOGLE. IT. Just fucking google it. You have all the information in the world available to you in the form of an overheated black rectangle in the palm of your hand. 

“Glue. Water. Borax.” These are the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little mess. 

BYE.

Flying out the door now because my girlfriend is urgently asking where I am, she’s worried. They’re tired of waiting for me and want to move on.

I arrive at the pizza parlor thirty minutes late and covered in a fine layer of glitter. There is a googly eye stuck to my butt. 

Her parents know me well enough to know that this is not unusual. 

And the upsetting part is...

.... I know that this is not where the story ends. 

[shakespearedidnothavecumsh0ts]

The Sweetest- *Quarterback!Theo*

Okay. @stydiajeep or something like that requested this a LOOONG time ago. (apologises if I tagged you for nothing) I haven’t forgotten and this pic inspired me. And an anon requested something about a glutton boyfriend. Let’s hope this tied together as well as I hoped. Here it goes, I love you so much. Thanks for the request.

Also- thanks to @wiccanthrope for helping to provide the proper circumstances for me to remember I had this request floating around.

Warnings: It’s long af. Food porn. Real porn. I may have inherited @lilshitwayne‘s clean fetish so we’ll see. Phew- let’s get into it.

You stood on the sidelines waving your pom poms and cheering loudly as your boyfriend, Theo had scored a touchdown, winning Beacon Hills the championship. He looked over and shot you a wink as his teammates all flocked him, it'd be impossible to get to him now. Not while they were hoisting him onto their shoulders as he held the trophy. Thank God that they'd won, you thought.

Theo was being entirely too pissy in the weeks leading up to the match and you and the cheer squad had put in a lot of work fundraising so they could get confetti canons. You were just glad it all paid off in the end. (Not so glad for whichever poor soul would be charged with the responsibility of cleaning up the pieces of shining paper littering the otherwise immaculate football field.)

You let out a sigh and took a seat on the now empty bleachers. There was going to be a lot to do, you'd need to perfect the new routine for the assembly on Monday and you only had a few days, the pressure was definitely on. A tap on the shoulder shook you from your internal debate about herkies vs toe touches and you turned to see your boyfriend, freshly showered and carrying the ball he'd used to put your school in the history books. But most importantly, he was alone.

"Can I have a seat?" Theo smiled looking down at you.

"Star quarterback wants to sit next to little 'ol me... Hmm, what are the odds?"

"I'm a guy you know. Don't think too much of it, I just think your legs are hot in that uniform," he grinned plopping down next to you.

You let out a snort and rolled your eyes as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his much warmer body.

"So, how's it feel to win the championship?" you asked smiling up at him.

"Bittersweet," he shrugged.

"Elaborate."

"Sweet because I won but bitter because I won't get to see you cheering for me until next year. Well on the field at least," he finished, with a dirty grin causing you to smack him in the chest.

"You're a prick. And I still have a ton to do. I need to perfect this new routine because our school's extra ass wants another pep rally because you losers won. And- I need to prepare for basket ball season and fundraising and-"

"I had no idea you had that much to do."

"Most people just think we stand around and look pretty. Occasionally do a few flips. Not like we're actually talented enough to play a real sport," you scoffed bitterly.

"But you know that's not true right?"

"Of course," you grinned. "I dare you or any of your big tough teammates to even try a cartwheel."

"I would honestly rather not embarrass myself in front of my girlfriend, thank you very much," he scoffed.

"Well, your girlfriend hasn't eaten since lunch and she's starving. Let's go," you sighed standing up.

You realised Theo wasn't getting up and noticed that his eyes were firmly fixated on the back of the Letterman's Jacket you wore. It was his of course, you just stole it from his locker after the game because you were freezing.

"How'd you get my jacket?" he asked with a small smirk.

"Your locker combination is my birthday you giant sap," you chuckled pulling him up.

"Okay. I'm gonna need to change it then," he grinned giving you a kiss.

"Or not," you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and tipping to kiss him better.

He pulled back and kissed your nose before letting go of your waist and holding your hand.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked as you walked to his car.

"Anything that I wouldn't put into my mouth under normal circumstances."

"I guess that means sex is off the table."

"Theo!" you gasped smacking his chest as you blushed furiously.

"Can you blame me?" Theo asked shrugging.

"Well we haven't had sex in a while so yes, I can," you scoffed, sticking your tongue out at him.

"Sorry, Coach practically had us swear off sex. At least he did everything in his power to ensure we had no time."

"Well, I guess it paid off, however archaic it seemed at the time," you grinned wrapping your hands around his bicep.

"He pretty much gave a speech about how none of our girlfriends would dare engage in sexual activity with us if we lost," Theo scoffed.

"Can just say how glad I am that Finstock doesn't coach us," you cringed.

Theo kissed your temple and opened the car door for you.

"Now that I'm done playing football, I can get off this ridiculous diet Finstock had us on."

"It has its perks," you grinned biting your lip as you shamelessly eyed your boyfriend's physique.

"Oh babygirl- you have no idea," he spoke huskily, his signature smirk in place as he rested his hand on your thigh and pulled out of the parking lot.

All thoughts of food left your mind as Theo pulled off the road and parked his truck in a secluded area of the preserve.

"What? Are we out of gas?" you asked with a smirk.

"I knew I should have filled the tank," he scoffed with a teasing smirk.

"So now what?" you asked with a raised brow.

"I may have a few ideas," he grinned leaning over and kissing you passionately.

You let out a hum of pleasure and removed your seatbelt so you could climb into his lap and straddle him. You had honestly missed this feeling, it'd been so long since you were both this close and you wanted to savour every moment of it.

You felt him harden beneath you and let out a satisfied moan. It'd been so long since you two had sex and you were practically starving for him. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he kissed your neck and you could have sworn that you literally melted in his arms when his when his thumb stroked your clothed clit. You let out small whines as he lightly ran his thumb over your tights and grazed your neck lightly.

"Please," you whined.

"Please what?" he asked grinned up at you, clearly in a devious mood.

"Just more."

"Like this?" he asked pushing your tights and panties to the side before stroking your clit directly but with the same lack of urgency.

"Just take them off," you moaned, already reaching under your skirt to pull the tights and underwear down your legs.

"Damn, you're so wet," Theo smirked smugly as he adjusted his seat.

"I spend all night watching you throw footballs around all hot and sexy and let's not get started on those pants but you're seriously surprised?"

"That's not all objectifying," Theo scoffed.

"I'm your girlfriend. Let's face the facts- I can objectify you because I own you."

"You own me huh?" he asked sliding a finger into your dripping pussy.

"Yes," you spoke biting back a moan.

"Does that mean that I own you?" he asked adding another.

"No, of course not," you scoffed, trying to keep your cool.

"I see," he grinned rubbing your clit while he fingered you.

You let out small gasps and ground yourself against his fingers in an attempt to just get more of him. Theo grinned up at you and hatched an idea. You felt him adjust the seat and looked down at him, confusion marring your features.

"Get up here," Theo smirked, withdrawing his fingers.

The request caused you to blush wickedly. To do that in a car made it more dirty or at least way sexier. Biting your lip, you crawled up and hovered over his face before sinking down slowly; Theo wasted no time, he parted your lips and pulled your clit into his mouth. That action caused you to toss your head back and run your hand through his hair which was currently damp and wavy from his shower. His hands slid under your skirt and groped your bare ass whilst holding you in place. Theo was definitely trying to control the pace of the night and you weren't complaining.

His grip loosened, allowing you a little room to grind against his mouth. His tongue worked its way around your entrance and his nose touched your clit when you moved forward.

Theo’s hands crept under the jacket you were wearing and he unzipped your top giving his hands more freedom to grope your breasts as you rode his face. His nimble fingers tweaked your nipples as he sucked hungrily on your clit, causing you to cry out loudly, you were definitely close to coming.

Looking down, you saw his eyes looking up at yours and he was already so smug. It was insanely hot and as you tossed your head back you knew that you were about to have an intense orgasm. A scream tore from your throat and you grabbed a fistful of his hair as you grinded slowly against his face, attempting to come down from your high.You panted and ran a hand through your hair, your legs quivering.

It was safe to say Theo had managed to quench your thirst for the night. You slid down his body and smirked as he readjusted his seat so that you were straddling him with your faces being inches apart.

"I should return the favour." you grinned kissing him and palming him over his jeans.

"I have a better idea," he smirked. "Ride me."

You grinned and bit your lip in response before undoing his jeans and reaching inside to stroke his erection.

"Got a condom?" you asked coyly, adding a flutter of your lashes for good measure.

"No. Sorry. I guess I'll just have to pull out."

"Yea, because I can trust you to pull out," you scoffed. "Sorry Raeken, no glove- no love."

"Fine," he groaned reaching behind you and pulling a condom from the box in the glove compartment.

"Asshole," you scoffed ripping the package with your teeth and rolling it onto to him.

He eased his pants down a little to make it a bit more comfortable for you both then he lifted your skirt and rubbed the head of his dick against your already sensitive clit, causing you to suck in a harsh breath and throw your head back as he rubbed you in circles.

"Stop teasing," you groaned out.

"Turn around baby girl. I wanna see-"

"You wanna see your name on my back. Not at all patriarchal," you scoffed complying with his wishes.

"Actually I was planning to look at your ass and sink my thumbs into those-"

"Just fuck me already," you scoffed lifting yourself up to give him room to guide himself to your dripping core.

You both let out a sound of pleasure as you slid onto his sheathed erection. It had honestly been so long so since you’d felt him buried inside you and your need for him increased tremendously. As soon as you started to move, his thumbs sunk into the small of your back while his other fingers rested comfortably on your hips.

Theo brushed your hair over your shoulder and you let out a small scoff at the idea of your boyfriend being so attached to you wearing his jacket. The idea itself was so archaic that it was almost comical.

Looking over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Theo, his head thrown back and small moans of pleasure leaving his lips. Reaching around, you pulled his head to yours and kissed him passionately while you rotated your hips against him.

His lips moved from yours and instead left small kisses along your jawline before stopping at your neck where he focused on sucking a hickie. You hummed in pleasure and were so caught up in that sensation that you barely registered him rubbing harsh circles into you clit. You swore loudly and grinded against him, feeling your second orgasm fast approaching.

“Are you gonna come for me babygirl?” he asked huskily against your ear.

“Hmm,” you nodded frantically.

“Do it babe, come for me,” he grinned increasing the speed and pressure at which he rubbed your clit.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck and rode out your orgasm as expletives left your lips in small whimpers. Theo chuckled and sped up his thrusts in an attempt to reach his own climax and perhaps drive you mad in the process.

As soon as he came, you wasted no time climbing off of his lap and settling yourself in your seat, knowing his tendency to work you up after sex.

“I’m still starving,” you scoffed.

“Agreed,” he grinned. “I just worked up quite the appetite,” he chuckled disposing the condom and adjusting his pants.

At least he had the decency to not steal your panties this time.

The two of you sat in a booth at the local dinner and you listened to Theo whine about how he was only allowed to have red meat and carbohydrates with a small serving of vegetables. He sounded like a child. And if there was one thing you knew about Theo, it was that he had a massive sweet tooth. This season must have been hell for him, you thought with a small smile as you watched him devour a funnel cake.

"Sorry babe, did you want a bite?"

"No," you giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, you're just really cute," you smiled brightly.

He grinned in response and slid closer to you so he could give you a kiss. And yes, when he pulled back your lips were sticky from the maple syrup he'd poured onto his funnel cake.

When the waitress came over it was your turn to question if he wanted some of your food because Theo had only ordered onion rings.

"Just onion rings?" you asked eyeing his plate.

"I ordered a side of cheese fries too but she's going to bring that with the rest of my order."

"Which is?"

"Brownie sundae and an apple crumble," Theo shrugged biting an onion ring.

"You- this is your second milkshake and all you're eating is dessert and fried food?"

Theo chuckled and took a look at your plate before commenting,

"I suppose the layers of bacon in that burger are cancelled out by the fact that you're eating a few pieces of chopped lettuce and some fried kale huh?"

"It is in fact. It's called girl math, asshole," you scoffed bitterly.

"Would it make you feel better if I ordered a grilled cheese?"

"That should help you not puke on my shirt so yes," you smiled smugly.

After eating you knew that you and Theo were bound to attend some big party and sure, you liked parties; but you were enjoying having him to yourself. The student body and all his groupies could have him on Monday. You wanted him now. But of course- you knew that wouldn't be the case.

"Hey, can we stop by my house? I wanna at least change and shower before the party."

"Party?"

"Nathan's party?" you asked furrowing your brows. "Aren't we going?"

"Nah babe, my parents are out of town. We're gonna have our own party," Theo smirked.

And that you did. You'd barely crossed the threshold properly when he was hoisting you up into his arms and kissing you passionately.

"The door," you giggled against his lips.

"Right," he chuckled shutting the door and arming the security system with one hand while you stayed wrapped around him like a sloth.

Theo then focused all his attention to you as you carried you up to his bedroom and straight up threw you onto his bed. You let out a huff and crossed your arms as you glared at him.

“Don’t pout Princess,” he grinned kissing your lips softly.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you smirked pulling him on top off you.

You pulled his shirt off in a hurry and slid the jacket off your shoulders, desperate to feel his skin against yours, that moment in the car left you hungry for more intimacy, even if you were unsure if you could manage another orgasm.

He chuckled and flipped you so that you were on top and you smirked before removing your top, leaving you in just your bra and skirt on top of him. His signature grin remained on his lips as you kissed his neck until a strange groan caused you to look up at him in shock and worry.

“Theo?”

“My stomach hurts Y/N,” he pouted.

“You’re kidding right?” you scoffed.

“No.”

“Theodore, how many times have I told you no sweets before dinner?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him.

“You sound like my mother and look like that, what a nice to kill my boner for forever,” he replied rolling his eyes, still pouting.

“I’ll get you some medicine,” you sighed pulling on his jacket and getting up.

“The sweet kind right?”

“That’s what got you in this mess in the first place. But yes, the sweetest,” you scoffed.

“And rub my stomach?”

“We’ll see,” you scoffed with a ghost of a smirk on your lips.

[jacksepticutie]

Anyone who knows me knows I’m an ASOS addict and I’ll happily admit that. They have so much clothes and options, It usually doesn’t take me long to find exactly what I’m looking for. Their petite range is also the biggest one I’ve seen so far in retail and I’m a dainty 5ft 1, so I need petite things for my short ass legs. Back to the addict thing, I actually have 378 items in my ASOS wishlist, which is crazy. So I can’t show everything obviously but If I were to get a random couple thousand put into my bank account, (I wish) these are the items that would go straight into my bag first.

High neck 80s blouse (£34)

This caught my eye because of the texture and the puffy shoulders. 80s is always such a solid trend when it does come about and ASOS got this blouse spot on. Would probably wear it with a pair of skinny on a night out with funky heels or mom jeans to dress it down a little more for during the day.

2. High waisted straight leg jeans with exposed zip (£38)

I’m getting out of my ‘wear black skinny every day’ phase and trying to change it up a little, so a blue pair of straight leg jeans with something extra to jazz it up a bit is perfect. Would probably wear these with a shirt unbuttoned and a pair of mules.

3. Mango gold leather ankle boots (£89.99)

Statement boots are such a good trend right now, and you can’t go wrong with a metallic one either. Another 80s vibe piece that would go with pretty much anything AND you could stop traffic wearing these during the day or on a night out.

4. Glamorous off shoulder dress with pom poms (£20)

You definitely cannot go wrong with brights in the warmer weather. Makes a change from shorts and a t shirt, this would perfect for taking on holiday (I’m not going anywhere this year but a girl can dream). Wear with a cute pair of sandals and a choker and you’re good to go.

5. Bershka 80s sleeve cropped leather look jacket (£45.99)

80s is becoming a bit of a pattern here, but this jacket is stunning. very Michael Jackson thriller I’d say. Would wear with a pair of blue skinnys and a pair of converse for during the day, or with a black dress for night time. Then again I’m always using excuses to look like Kelly Bundy.

6. Petite cut about stripe smock dress (£25)

For someone who is always in jeans, this would make a lovely and colourful change to my wardrobe. Can picture myself frolicking through some sort of field wearing this with a flower crown on, definitely has that sort of summery vibe to it. Could wear with trainers or boots and a bright statement bag to pull it together.

7. Ruched slip dress (£38)

This dress reminds me of something I would have probably worn at a primary school disco, so not much has changed in my taste. Has a very barbie look with the metallic pink  and the asymmetric ruched middle adds a carrie bradshaw classy touch. Would wear with strappy heels to elongate my legs since its midi length.

8. Cheap Monday high neck lightning print swing dress (£35)

This dress gives me major inspo for nail art. I love prints at the moment, especially on dresses and tees, so this would be perfect to join the two for summer. Again, would probably wear my converse, or fishnets and ankle boots to dress it up slightly.

9. Glamorous petite gingham ruffle detail blouse (£25)

I’m obsessed with blouses and shirts right now, because they literally go with everything. Ruffles is also a big trend this year so far, so combining the two is a perfect match for me. I saw Megan Ellaby wear this in one of her youtube videos and fell in love with it right there and then, but she probably pulls it off better than I would!

10. Pull&Bear flared trouser (£27.99)

Flares are another big trend for SS17, sleeves or bottoms. I feel like these trousers would be really comfortable and you could throw on a slogan tee and a denim jacket and look like you put a lot of effort into your outfit. Would probably wear a pair of trainers and a small over the body bag.

I need to start broadening my horizons for shopping, but as you can see, ASOS come out with some lush stuff. And they have a ton of brands on their website too, so theres almost no need for me to look elsewhere because its all where I need it. Maybe I just need help with the addiction. Gotta be looking on fleek though. Let me know if theres any other websites you’d want me to pick my faves from!

Kirsty X

    my top 10 favourites from my ASOS wishlist! have a wee look x Anyone who knows me knows I'm an ASOS addict and I'll happily admit that. They have so much clothes and options, It usually doesn't take me long to find exactly what I'm looking for.

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L.O.L. Surprise! creator MGA Entertainment introduces NA! Na! Na! Surprise dolls

MGA Entertainment, the creator of the popular world of L.O.L. Surprise!, has literally surprised its fans with a new line of dolls that will surely make unboxing a fun experience. The new  NA! Na! Na! Surprise collection will let kids unbox a 2-in-1 surprise with some confetti effect! The confetti balloon package includes a soft and posable fashion doll, along with a plush pom with a clip so kids can attach them to a purse or backpack. For that extra unboxing experience, inflate the balloon with the free paper straw that comes with the package and pop it for a confetti surprise. There's more to the NA! Na! Na! Surprise than the unboxing experience. After popping the balloon, unzip the plush pom to find the beautiful, soft, posable fashion doll with unique printed details and gorgeous hair. The doll comes with a tag revealing her name, birthday and a little information about her. Collect all six of the NA! Na! Na! Surprise dolls as soon as they become available. It's already up for pre-order on Walmart.com for $19.88 ahead of its shipping date on December 15. We'll provide further details into what other stores will offer these new holiday dolls. At the moment, the product page is already up on Amazon.com, but the e-commerce giant has yet to accept pre-orders. We scan the online shops to bring you the newest releases and pre-orders. Our free Tracker app notifies you on your smartphone when the hottest toys and the newest consumer electronics including the new Nintendo Switch Lite are in stock online. You can also receive all in stock and deals alert on Twitter following @TheTrackerApp. If you can't find a hot product in stock, let us know and we consider adding it to the Tracker App.   To stay up to date on the hottest releases and deals during Holiday 2019 Shopping season with the Black Friday 2019 and Cyber Monday 2019 sales events make sure to follow I4U News on Twitter or Google News.     http://dlvr.it/RL0ZTM

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Faux Fur on Pinterest

Afternoon to you all and happy Monday to you all I hope that your week is starting off well even if it is a Monday. The weather here in Ireland is still a bit cold and Wintery with a few storms that have happened in the last few days so Winter wear is definitely something thats still being thought about! One piece of clothing that is definitely warm and cosy in this wintery weather is a faux fur which is very popular at the moment. Faux fur jackets are being bought more for night out at work than everyday but there are still some gorgeous pieces that are versatile enough for everyday as well as dressing up. I myself bought a faux fur leopard print coat in January last year and its such a handy thing to have. I myself wouldn’t really wear it for work because if I end up having to put rubbish from delivery or the bins out than I don’t want it ruined! Some people would think that a full faux fur coat is a bit much for everyday but there are other ways to incorporate it into an everyday look!

Faux Fur Jackets & Coats

https://www.missguided.eu/grey-faux-fur-coat-10063694

https://www.missguided.eu/brown-collarless-faux-fur-coat-10057800

http://www.asos.com/asos/asos-chubby-vintage-faux-fur-coat/prd/7797880?clr=pink&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=5&gridsize=4&pge=2&pgesize=72&totalstyles=779

https://www.missguided.eu/yellow-faux-fur-coat-with-collar-10063080

https://www.missguided.eu/white-snow-leopard-faux-fur-coat-10066004

https://www.missguided.eu/premium-faux-fur-coat-10065542

http://www.asos.com/weekday/weekday-faux-fur-jacket/prd/8782936?clr=blue&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=4&gridrow=1&gridsize=4&pge=2&pgesize=72&totalstyles=779

http://www.asos.com/asos/asos-mongolian-faux-fur-jacket/prd/8749927?clr=blue&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=17&gridsize=4&pge=3&pgesize=72&totalstyles=779

http://www.asos.com/qed-london/qed-london-wild-cat-faux-fur-coat/prd/8475474?clr=wildcat&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=4&gridrow=7&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=779

https://www.missguided.eu/light-grey-mongolian-gilet-10057795

http://www.asos.com/ps-paul-smith/ps-by-paul-smith-faux-fur-gillet/prd/8305119?clr=blue&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=4&gridrow=7&gridsize=4&pge=2&pgesize=72&totalstyles=779

https://www.missguided.eu/carli-bybel-missguided-grey-faux-fur-jacket-10068925

Faux Fur Scarves & Stoles 

http://www.asos.com/my-accessories/my-accessories-faux-mongolian-fur-scarf/prd/8457268?clr=ivory&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=3&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/stitch-pieces/stitch-pieces-faux-fur-scarf-in-soft-grey/prd/8617009?clr=grey&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=2&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/asos/asos-faux-fur-80s-multi-patchwork-scarf/prd/8299783?clr=multi&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=1&gridrow=6&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/urbancode/urbancode-faux-mongolian-fur-scarf/prd/8557136?clr=moby&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=3&gridrow=8&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/urbancode/urbancode-leopard-print-faux-fur-scarf/prd/8557137?clr=leopardprint&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=4&gridrow=8&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/my-accessories/my-accessories-faux-fur-scarf/prd/8457262?clr=grey&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=4&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/asos/asos-faux-fur-natural-long-scarf/prd/8235835?clr=neutral&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=4&gridrow=3&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/river-island/river-island-mixed-faux-fur-stole/prd/8706768?clr=green&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=15&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/ted-baker/ted-baker-faux-fur-long-scarf/prd/8954087?clr=grey&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=1&gridrow=14&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/new-look/new-look-ombre-faux-fur-collar/prd/8798690?clr=pink&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=3&gridrow=16&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/bandits/bandits-premium-faux-fur-cross-through-scarf/prd/8136147?clr=beigeblush&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=4&gridsize=4&pge=2&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.asos.com/aldo/aldo-masciago-pastel-faux-fur-scarf/prd/8330193?clr=multi&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=2&gridrow=12&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

Faux Fur Hats & Accessories

http://www.asos.com/my-accessories/my-accessories-faux-fur-headband-in-natural/prd/8457342?clr=naturalfur&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=4&gridrow=6&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=106

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/bags/brown-leopard-print-faux-fur-mini-backpack/p/553167229?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/keyrings/grey-shark-faux-fur-pom-pom-keyring/p/534487203?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/footwear/shoes/white-faux-fur-pom-pom-ballet-slippers/p/542930010?comp=Search

http://www.asos.com/urbancode/urbancode-faux-fur-pink-trapper-hat/prd/8557116?clr=pinkunicorn&SearchQuery=faux%20fur&gridcolumn=3&gridrow=12&gridsize=4&pge=1&pgesize=72&totalstyles=105

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/hats/mink-chenille-knit-faux-fur-pom-pom-hat/p/543921623?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/bags/black-faux-feather-chain-shoulder-bag/p/556116601?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/hats/mink-chenille-knit-faux-fur-pom-pom-hat/p/543921623?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/purses/grey-faux-fur-zip-around-large-purse-/p/561920504?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/hats/rose-gold-faux-fur-bobble-beanie/p/537240694?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/bags/shell-pink-buckle-front-faux-fur-clutch/p/546611172?comp=Search

http://www.newlook.com/uk/womens/accessories/hats/black-faux-fur-cossack-hat/p/553396701?comp=Search

In this post I have three categories of faux fur styles to get inspiration from the first being the fur coats in different colours and styles. There is a mix of Missguided and Asos in the selection which are all affordable and very stylish. The Missguided yellow fur I think would be a very good piece to have because Mustard and Yellow are very popular colours and Yellow coats are definitely selling out in almost every store so I think this is one to watch. Leopard print is always a popular print too in any shade because it goes so well with nearly everything especially all black outfits! I have in the second category a selection of faux fur scarves all from ASOS and all very affordable. I love a faux fur stole to add to a plain coat in Winter and put with jacket in Spring. I literally just safety pin it onto the collar of a coat and it really adds something to your normal every day look. I love the colours and styles of the ones here they are all just so expensive looking but with a friendly price!

My last category has a selection of fluffy/faux fur accessories like keyring and bobble hats from Newlook and ASOS. I especially love the nude coloured headband from ASOS I just think its so chic and versatile and its only €10! Along with the Leopard print backpack which is also quite cute yet chic. Also for any readers based un the U.S.A Newlook are now able to ship to the United States from the website! I have had a few people ask me where they can get the Pure Perfume in the US (You can see my post from a couple years ago on those perfumes by clicking here) so you can now shop Newlook.com in Dollars and have it delivered to you in the US!

Thats all from me today so I hope you have found some inspiration in this post for your Spring/Winter wear! I hope you all have a good Monday and I will speak to you all soon!

Ever Yours

Lily

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Faux Yo Fur : Faux Fur Trend Afternoon to you all and happy Monday to you all I hope that your week is starting off well even if it is a Monday.

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Life update #41

Welp it’s Monday, I haven’t updated since last Tuesday but hey here I am. Last week was pretty average, just a normal week, normal school, a little sad, a little happy. On Friday night I went to the shops with my friend and I bought my first ever pop vinyl!! I’m so excited, it was one of Hermione and I’m going to start collecting them!! I also got my secret Santa her present, I got her a 4 pack of kikki k pens, a pack of kikki k erasers shaped like ice creams and a Christmas stocking filled with gummy lollies, I hope she likes it! At the shops we just hung out and looked at shops and cool things. On Saturday I went out with a heap of school friends for two of their birthdays. One of the birthday people left the school last year but it’s like she’s still in our group. Beforehand a lot of us got there early and all together got them lots of little presents. For one of them we got her a ‘grow your own poop’, pom pom hair ties, badge that said ‘my life’s a rainbow’, a cow that poops candies and a mug that said ‘shower singing expert’. These gifts really fit her personality as she’s a very bubbly and positive person! The other friend we got a ‘grow your own unicorn’, a badge that said ‘I believe in you’ with aliens on it, a unicorn mug, a fluffy rainbow pom pom and a cow that poops candy. She’s a literal unicorn so it was cool. I also got myself a bath bomb and a badge that says ‘rad’ which I was in love with. I now have about 18 badges! As a group we all went bowling and it was super fun! The only issue was I kept getting misgendered because everyone else was female. Apart from that it was super fun, I didn’t win bowling but it was a fun two games. After bowling we all ate food but after that everyone went shopping, that wasn’t as fun because they were all looking through makeup and ‘female’ clothes shops and I kinda just watched. It was all a fun day though. Btw what I didn’t mention was before everyone got there there was just two of us and we picked out outfits for each other, I picked her a cute flannel, shorts and round holo sunnies and she picked me a SUPER DAD OUTFIT. I actually kinda liked it, it was a bowler hat, sunnies, white button shirt with like pine trees and pineapples on it, long blue shorts and a grey hoodie. A lady tried to kick me out of a CO ED CHANGE ROOM coz she thought it was a mens one, which btw, I am a guy, it was mainly my friend she tried to send away but it was CO ED ARE YOU DUMB. Anyways, Sunday was a lazy day I made cookies and shit but thats bout all. Today has been an alright day, I got my science exam back and did really bad but its fine coz I passed and I went well in the other two so far. Tonight I have chorale which is a trek and tomorow I have the DREADED DANCE. Can’t wait to spin and curtsy like it’s the 1800s *eye role*

Anyways that’s about all for now 

Oliver 

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By Tom Wachunas

EXHIBIT: POM POM NEBULAE MICRO RESIDENCY, By Dana Lynn Harper / Main Hall Art Gallery / Kent State University at Stark, 6000 Frank Avenue NW, North Canton, Ohio / THROUGH MAY 5, 2017 – Gallery Talk and Artist Reception on Thursday, May 4, 9:30 a.m. / Viewing hours: Monday – Friday 11 a.m. to 5 p.m.

https://www.danalynnharper.com/    http://www.maakemagazine.com/dana-lynn-harper/ 

     “About my method of work: first it’s the state of mind—Elation (joy).”  - Alexander Calder

    “For me, an object is a living thing.”  - Joan Miró

   “…the works act as a portal to warm feelings and childhood fantasy, a social catalyst for interaction and connection. Playful patterns, dancing tinsel and unapologetic fluorescent colors are not only a testament to the beauty of life, but to the ever-encompassing joy of living.”   - Dana Lynn Harper

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   Nebula, noun; plural nebulae [neb-yuh-lee, -lahy], nebulas.

   In astronomy, a cloud of interstellar gas and dust;(formerly) any celestial   object that appears nebulous, hazy, or fuzzy, and extended in a telescope view.

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   With this scintillating installation, Dana Lynn Harper has constructed a multidimensional ode to joy.

   The white gallery walls aren’t a final destination. The physical space is not merely a container, or a formal resting place for passively examining interesting objects. The artist’s work is not a compendium of clues to solve any particular riddle or discern a single message. Think of Harper as a playwright (play right?) who has provided tantalizing props in a story which in fact calls on us, the viewers, to be co-authors.

   Dozens of small (from Harper’s hand to yours, so to speak) doodads and thingamabobs float in the air, hung on nearly invisible monofilament lines strung from the ceiling. These dazzling contrivances are made from diverse synthetic substances, a combination of manipulated found materials and thrift store trinkets, and often have the look of children’s playthings. But they just as frequently suggest cosmic and organic forms, floral and animal, at once strange and familiar, mysterious and whimsical: Astral clouds and psychedelic plankton confer with childhood juju.   

       Stepping into the gallery is to enter a field, or better yet an atmosphere more vast than the physical dimensions of the place would seem to allow. Here the mundane and the metaphysical converge into an expanse of squiggling, feathery shapes and amorphous ornaments that seem to pulse on their own with electrifying color. Try focusing your field of vision so as to lose your sense of place, to not notice ceiling or floor or corners. Then be transported into the purity of an implied infinity, where unbound imagination can make unexpected discoveries and surprising connections.  

   Here, then, the gallery has been transformed into an enchanting firmament of suggestibility. More than a conventional 3D space to house static objects, the gallery air itself has become an animated, experiential gestalt.  Consider it an open-ended invitation, literally and figuratively, for us to be active performers in a spectacular theatre of possibilities. 

   This wholly immersive work of dangling talismans is far greater than the sum of its fastidiously placed parts. RSVP. I dare you not to smile.

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