#summer is good for dresses bc I don’t wanna wear pants

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hi, may you please spare some advice on what casual, but also cool in a hot climate, clothing a baby butch could look into wearing that’s a bit fashionable and isn’t just a shirt and a cargo shorts?

whew first of all donate any & all cargo shorts immediately (pretend tan france is telling you that Urgently). i do understand finding shorts can be kind of weird depending on ur body shape bc men’s shorts are often bulky & long. i prefer a 5’ inseam, but you can go for a 7’ if that feels better. under No circumstances should ur shorts hit ur knees lol. madewell has some pretty good options (if you can find one that’s mens & womens in-store that’s the best). pacsun usually has some pretty chill options. for online shopping, bearbottom shorts is not too expensive & has a lot of colors in both 5’ & 7’ shorts. i really like the swim shorts both& just made (not sure if they’re sold out). get lighter colors in the summer if you want for shorts, & just… no khaki.

& i love a t-shirt, but it’s in how it’s worn. i don’t think it even needs to be an interesting t-shirt, but it should have a fit & pov that looks intentional. i like to get my t-shirts a size up & tuck them in, sometimes pair them with an overshirt. if i know i’m going to be SWEATING & i want to wear a tshirt, i’ll wear something looser & actually thicker cotton in either black or white. i’ve had top surgery so i can wear tanks without stress but if binding is a concern, both& has some great tanks for ppl who bind.

if you do want to be more dressed up than a short/t-shirt combo, the answer is & will always be linen. a short sleeved linen button up (from really anywhere you like that fits well — uniqlo has both men’s & women’s in many earthtones for under $50!) is The Key. put it on as an overshirt over your t-shirt or wear it buttoned halfway in a french tuck. i prefer to stay away from patterns & bright colors bc it can easily look a little zany, but do your thing there. i have a few pairs of linen pants i also love, especially for things like taking my wife on a date, or if it’s just a cool day/nighttime activity etc. literally just… linen button ups & linen pants, even drawstring pants! if you wanna ball out, theory makes my favorite linen pants, but oak + fort is a close second & much more affordable. everlane also has all of these pieces in mens & womens & is very high quality!

idk ur shoe situation but two great options are always birkenstocks (the rubber ones are under $50 & v comfortable) and/or all white low air force 1s. a good all white sneaker is a great starter sneaker & will always go with everything. i myself prefer dunk lows but u gotta rly be wanting to invest in some sneakers to do that lmao but if you are! they’re cool

lastly, small accessories go a long way! i have a few chains, a small hoop earring, a ring (& my wedding ring but lol i don’t think we can count that as an accessory), & then sunglasses i love. i have a Beautiful watch from my wife but literally just a watch w a normal watch face & a leather band is better than nothing or wearing a smart watch out when there’s quite literally no need lol. a good baseball cap, either plain black or from a cool brand (mine for this summer is aime leon dore) is both a nice addition & also practical. do not & i mean Do Not carry around a backpack unless u Absolutely have to lol. masc cross body bags or canvas totes are much better if u need a bag

also:

- you can find tons of overshirts thrifting or at outlets! since they don’t have to fit perfectly it can be a great place to look for them

- i live & die by a good pair of light wash denim in the summer. allsaints & madewell always have beautiful denim, but you can look at levi’s as well, or thrift!

- tailoring is not expensive!!!!!!!!! if u find pants u love that are too long, just get them hemmed! fr it’s like $10, everyone needs a good tailor

- never underestimate a good sweatshort/t-shirt/overshirt/birks moment to go get a cup of coffee or something… 10/10

- i have definitely not been in a place financially to do this in the past, so pls take this w a grain of salt & of course do what’s best for your budget, but higher quality, simple fabrics ethically made are ALWAYS going to be best. they’ll last longer & keep their fit. launder ur clothes carefully too! hang drying pants & heavy cotton will get their lifespan to extend. & it’s 100% cool to find brands u love & stick to them. if u find a piece u like, u can get it in a few colors, rather than trying to find a bunch of other stuff. quality > quantity, capsule wardrobes are easier to wear & maintain

- some ppl whose fashion i like rn: courtney williams, arike ogunbowale, shanice van de sanden. & sue bird knows how to wear a short/button up summer set with the best of them. kristen kish Obviously. (& also i love mal from the queer ultimatum lmfaoooo)

- wear whatever u want, just not cargo shorts :)

[wildermouse]

Anything new lately? How are you?

ahh !!!

so like in life, nothing has really changed. my sister is back home for now and it’s been good hanging out with her. feel like i’ve really been bonding with my sisters this past year and it’s been nice.

i did, however, go to a Lights concert (my 7th or 8th one i think) and i held her hand (again) and it was amazing but what was even more amazing is that i dressed in a STATEMENT outfit (will post pics) and it was revealing and it was HOT and i felt GOOD and i got so hyped up by everyone even my MOM who only scolded me bc apparently i shouldn’t have been wearing any underwear with the pants i was wearing 💀💀 (pls mom they matched my top it was a good look (you’ll see)) and my friend & i went to a taphouse beforehand and got a couple drinks (i haven’t drank with anyone in SO LONG) and i got a little tipsy and we laughed SO much and it was healing and then i got two more drinks at the concert so i was feeling GOOD and i initiated conversation with this group of girls beside us and we mingled groups and i was so confident and talkative and flirty like oh my fuck i told them i was in my slut era and then my mom said she’s in hers too 💀 which they all loved and two of them at one point ran their nails across my scalp and the back of my neck and when i tell you i melted. jfc. in the middle of the club in a crowd at a concert. pls. and then i asked if anyone liked hugs bc i need a hug and this very tall hot woman volunteered and she held me dude. she fucking held me for a solid couple minutes and it was amazing. and then i hugged my sister and it made her emosh bc i don’t do that. there’s more to the night but oh my god it was just so fucking good. one of my favourite nights for sure. and the best part is i DON’T REGRET IT!! i almost always regret everything i do/say after i drink not bc i do anything bad it’s just that it makes my social anxiety fuck off so i’m more outgoing and vocal than usual. but nah, i was who i want to be. i’m growing.

i have TRAVEL PLANS !! my wifey is coming to visit at the end of next month and we’re gonna road trip!! gonna be so good i’ve been wanting to do this particular trip with her forever. then the rest of the plans are still up in the air but i’ll be going back to europe in the summer, and MAYBE in spring for a big tattoo but i’m thinking of postponing that til at least next year.

might move in w my mom spring-summer and start horseback riding again but that’s so complicated bc i’ve gotta take care of my sisters animals while she’s at work hhhh

i joined a warrior nun discord and have been making friends on there and it’s been sooo nice. i like actually have people to talk to. + the warrior nun fight is going so well and i love actually being an active part of the fight. y’all go watch warrior nun i s2g

idk like not a lot is currently happening but my mental state has been SO good since the beginning of the year. i think i was so burnt out for so long i needed last year to just.. lay down and do nothing. and it sucked, but i feel a lot better now. i feel motivated and i really wanna figure life stuff out. it’s hard bc it’s not all up to me but i’m working on it.

tomorrow is my birthday and instead of sulking away alone in my room i’m actually going out and bringing my friend with me and going to buy myself little birthday treats and getting tattoos and i reached out to people i haven’t seen in a long time and they’re hopefully joining me for board games and it’s just nice. the fact that i’m allowing myself to be happy on my birthday, to try and let myself feel worthy of others’ attention and time, to not beat myself up about wasting another year, so actually want to be seen. i think it says a lot about my mental state and i don’t remember the last time i’ve felt like this for longer than 10 minutes before the guilt sets in

so yeah. i’m good. i’m really good. or at least i’m starting to be <3

[imtooscaredforthis]

Tethered

Part II- Chapter 16: Dance

Mentions of: FLUFF, mc and Frank being whipped and so in love with each other omg, and nothing else

A/N: HOLY SHIT IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER OMG AND ALSO IDC IM ADDING THIS BCS IT HAPPENED JUST LOOK AT THIS AFTER YOU READ THE CHAPTER CAUSE YOULL KNOW

https://imtooscaredforthis.tumblr.com/post/659321590260039680/this-may-or-may-not-be-a-major-concept-that-might

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Frank sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers impatiently, and waiting for you to come downstairs to leave. His eyes darted around the area, listening closely as he heard the floorboards squeaking from upstairs. A few minutes passed, and you finally came down.

You were wearing a (f/c) dress with spaghetti straps, which hung low past your knees. Your hair was done in a cute style as well, that same old locket around your neck, and you had a set of two-inch heels on, and some light makeup as well.

Frank looked at you in awe, while you didn’t look back, too focused on making sure you had everything ready, double-checking your purse.

You walked over to him with a grin, seeing him dawned in his varsity jacket, wearing a dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. “Wow, you’re actually wearing something formal for once.”

“Shut up, it’s just because you made me.” He rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smile. He looked good. A lot different than he used to. Happier, even.

You two were seventeen now, enjoying your summer before your final year in Highschool, and before you went off to college. For the past couple of weeks, you had been working at another charity for the elderly, and tonight, you were having a dance.

Somehow, you managed to convince him to go with minimal complaints. Even now, as the two of you walked to the dance, he wasn’t complaining much. Except for “I don’t wanna be around a bunch of old people,” “it’s gonna be so boring,” and “this is stupid.”

But besides that, things were going pretty well. It wasn’t long until you arrived, greeting people here and there, while Frank walked by your side. After a small ceremony that Frank once again was bored with, whining the whole time, which you had to punch him to shut up, it was time to dance.

Like always, he declined to dance with you, so you went dancing with some of the elders. You danced for a couple of songs before you finally got sick of Frank sitting there and watching you, dragging him onto the floor.

You expected him to say no, to walk back to the table, or to even leave, but he didn’t. This time, he stayed. And what he said next shocked you even more.

“Could you…could you teach me how to dance?” You couldn’t help the big grin that crossed your face. “Sure.”

As a slow song began to play, you positioned his arms around your back, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, having him sway with you.

You’re just too good to be true, Can’t take my eyes off of you,

You’d be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much,

You still remembered when you and he went to that other charity, and you and he stood out on that lake, skipping rocks. You remembered when he called you pretty and kissed you, just four years ago.

You’ve been together for four years, and so much has changed. You’ve both gotten older, and bigger and different. Frank was definitely bigger, already taller than you, even though he’s still growing, and muscular, and so handsome.

Pardon the way that I stare, There’s nothing else to compare,

The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak,

“What’re you smiling about?” He asked softly, a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his voice. “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am, being with someone so handsome, and strong..”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, and you giggled, running your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the ends of his messy brown hair. “God, that was so cheesy.”

“Yeah, that was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” You laughed, unable to look away from him. He moved his face closer to yours, and you switched your position, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and holding his hand with the other, while he kept one hand on your back and had his other holding your hand.

“It’s okay because I’m the lucky one. Especially with how fucking beautiful tonight. I mean, you’re always really pretty, but tonight-” You shut him up with a kiss, smiling as you pressed your lips to his.

I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright,

I need you baby, To warm a lonely night,

Trust in me when I say,

“I love this song. My parents used to play it all the time.” You grinned, grabbing Frank’s arm and holding it above his head. “What’re you doing?”

“Twirling you, dummy.” You spun him around, and he chuckled. “God, you’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Oh pretty baby, Don’t bring me down I pray,

Oh pretty baby, Now that I found you, stay,

And let me love you, baby, let me love you

–

After a while, you did get bored, so you and Frank ended up running off together. You held his hand, while your other hand was holding your heels. Your feet had gotten sore, so you took them off, running without them instead.

Soon enough, you and Frank made it to that clearing by the lake. Fireflies flickered around you, and you two sat on the grass, listening to the crickets sing. You laid back on the ground with a sigh, looking up at the night sky.

Suddenly, Frank grabbed your sides, pulling you on top of him, causing you to squeal and giggle. He kissed you deeply, before pressing small kisses down your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, shivering as he kissed lower, running his hands along your sides. “My pretty girl.”

“Who’s being cheesy now?” You taunted him. “I’m not being cheesy, I’m just speaking the truth. You’re my pretty girl.”

“Whatever.” You murmured, rolling off of him and laying beside him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, while he held you close.

It was at that moment when he realized would do anything for you. He would burn the whole world for you, just to keep you with him. He truly had fallen for you.

[siodium]

𝘕𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘖 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘓 ft. 𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙇𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉

welcome to part one of my nendo clothes haul where i’ll be featuring some clothing sets~ i bought a lot of individual clothing pieces as well but am i ready to style them?? no

i’m hesitant to shoot the second part of the haul bc it look me literally the wHOLE DAY to do the shoot and edit the photos aND I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO DO ANY STYLING it’s gonna take forever if i had to mix and match pieces ugh ;_;

so for context i bought nendo doll bodies from amiami like over two years ago?? but i only recently started to invest in the hobby and by that i mean i’ve already spent over $200 on clothes and stuff

is this how it feels to be an adult with an income

ok but in my defence it’s A LOT of clothes i’m not even kidding

i even bought duplicate items by accident bc my dumb ass didn’t check the cart properly ughhh

anyways yes my nendos have more drip than me

let’s get into the haul~

for reference i’m using the nendoroid boy body in almond milk

you should have already seen the first outfit from my previous post but i thought i’d show it off with the hat that it came with as well

this cafe/bakery outfit is definitely one of my favs!! it came with so many individual pieces (hat, apron, top, shorts, a hip pouch thing) which means i can style the pieces with other items to create a brand new look~

i bought the brown shoes separately and they were a little pricey but no regrets they match perfectly with the outfit and they’re so well made?? the little details wow O:

i rly like the maid/gothic lolita outfit as well!! the set came with a bonnet too but i have no idea how to put it on sandy’s head :// might wanna try it on someone with less spiky hair

one taobao seller gave me a free gift that came with blu-tack so now i don’t have to struggle to make sandy hold his teapot and teacup heheh

i meant to show off the shoes ok i’m not trying to be sus 👀

this is how the dress looks without the apron

the next outfit is bringing back the poopio maydays feels

the shark outfit was something i’d been looking forward since i ordered it from a carouseller in feb i think?? apparently taobao shipping kept screwing up the orders so it only came like a few weeks ago yikess

also i got this shopping cart too bc i thought it’d make a good photo prop but now i’m not so sure hmmm it’s still rly cute tho

aaaa he looks so soft in this outfit

too bad the hood doesn’t fit over sandy’s hair but it does fit properly on akechi so i guess only smooth and unpoofy hair works with it

there’s a human sized version of the shark slippers that he is wearing and i’m tempted to get a pair for myself lmao

finally we have the mafia-zaddy-from-wattpad outfit

i got this set bc i thought the inner shirt with tie and the black pants kinda look like akechi’s summer uniform except the tie isn’t stripy and i don’t think i can remove it

well doesn’t rly matter it looks great i love suits

also these are the only pants i got that have velcro at the back and they’re so much easier to put on compared to the ones with elastic waistbands (those get stuck on the joints a lot...) 👍 velcro supremacy

that’s all for part one of the haul now i need to rest zzzz sooo tired

is this how it feels like to film/shoot a lookbook......

[spencersawkward]

not to go full fluff central but omg can you write a one shot about matthew hanging out with his kids?? i see him as a girl dad and he would 100% play dress up with them and they would be wrapped around his finger and itd be so sweet it could cause cavities lmao i just want that man to have children so bad

ugh yes i want him to have kids so bad and YES he 100% is a girl dad i definitely agree. this was super interesting to write tbh bc i did it from his perspective but i'm glad i did and i'm glad you asked for it bc we love a saccharine one-shot! also i'm so bad at names for characters i'm sorry lol.

summary: Matthew has a day off with his two daughters!

content warnings: none! literally just fluffy fluff with a side of fluff.

word count: 2.1k

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when Matthew wakes up to the press of a crayon on his forearm, he nearly startles. his head jerks up to see his daughter, Juniper, trying to draw on him. her hair is neatly braided and the other side of the bed is empty, indicating that his wife has already gotten up.

"good morning, sweetpea." he says to Juniper with a tired smile, wincing when she tries in vain to draw on him. wax on skin doesn't work that way.

"it isn't working, Dad." she pouts. she throws the purple crayon onto the bed and stares at him. she's got dark lashes framing huge, beautiful eyes, and a gap between her front teeth. she pried out the baby tooth a week ago-- seven years old and already determined to take it out herself-- and has been showing it around the house like a trophy.

"maybe we can try with markers after I get up." he suggests. she peers at him with an impatient expression.

"fine." although the word is venomous, she crawls up the bed until she's tucked beneath his arm and he kisses the top of her head. Matthew smiles to himself as he holds her, happy to have the whole day to spend with his kids. he hasn't had a day off in forever.

"should we make breakfast for you and your sister?" he asks cheerfully.

"yes!" she leaps up to stand on the bed, jumps around a little bit on the cushy mattress. "come on!"

"okay, okay," he chuckles, throwing off the covers. "let me brush my teeth first, sweetheart."

"I'm coming with." Juniper is insistent as she follows him. he takes out his toothbrush and toothpaste while she paws through her mother's makeup drawers and skincare. she grabs a bottle of perfume and examines it carefully. "what is this?"

"let's be careful with that." Matthew turns from the mirror, where he can see the rat's nest of hair on his head while he brushes his teeth, and gently puts the glass bottle back on the counter. Juniper crosses her arms.

"what is it?" she repeats. her father finishes up, then lifts her into his arms like she's a sack of potatoes.

"it's your mom's favorite smell." he clarifies. after kissing her little cheek, he walks into the kitchen with Juniper's arms wrapped around his neck. she clings to him like he is everything in the world, and he realizes that this is one of his favorite parts of the day. whenever he holds his daughters, he feels the kind of joy that simply can't be replicated. his heart overflows for them.  

"morning, sleepyhead." Y/N looks up from the counter, where she's biting into a piece of toast and talking excitedly to their other child, Autumn. Matthew grins at the sight of her, so beautiful when she's laughing with her daughter.

"morning." he's smitten.

"I have to go in a minute, but I figured you'd be able to handle a day with them?" she comes over to him and kisses his lips, saying the last part softly. Juniper leans her head on her father's chest, staring at her mother with those enormous eyes.

"with these two devils?" Matthew nods to the girls. "of course."

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh and gives each of her daughter's foreheads before grabbing her purse.

"bye, Mama!" Juniper and Autumn say in unison.

"bye, my angels. I love you very much." she smiles warmly, ruffling Autumn's silky curls before touching Matthew's arm tenderly and heading out of the kitchen. he watches her go, waits for the sound of the lock clicking into place, before he looks conspiratorially between the remaining household.

"who wants pancakes?" he smirks. their ensuing squeals are affirmation enough.  

...

"Dad, can I show you my ballet tutu?" Autumn surprises Matthew by grabbing onto his leg while he's making pancakes. Juniper is standing on a stool beside him, watching and helping to flip the flapjacks.

"nobody wants to see that, Autumn." Juniper scowls impatiently at her younger sister. Matthew turns to his little one and smiles.

"I would love to see your new tutu, sweetheart." he says. Autumn gives the other girl a triumphant look before running off to her room. when Matthew looks at Juniper, she blushes. "be nicer to your sister, Juni." he says gently.

the little scolded creature crosses her arms over her chest and turns her gaze to the pancakes. she knows she's not supposed to be mean, but sometimes Autumn is just so annoying. Matthew can't even pretend to stay mad for long, however, and offers the spatula to her.

"do you wanna flip it?" he smiles.

"yep!" Juniper quickly slides the utensil under the pancake, her father's hand guiding hers to make sure she doesn't accidentally burn herself. she's a smart girl, but she's inherited his lack of coordination (and his nose). they giggle together at the sound of the batter slapping the pan.

"dad, look!" Autumn tugs on the leg of his pants and he glances down to see her wearing a bright pink tutu over her leggings. his jaw drops open in wonderment, tinged with a smile.

"oh my goodness!" he gasps, hoisting her into his arms and burying his face in her curls. "you look just like a princess!"

she giggles. Matthew turns off the stove for a moment to spin her around in his arms before setting her down again and crouching to look at her. "can we see your dance routine after breakfast?"

Autumn nods shyly. he holds her tiny hand in his and kisses the back of it before standing back up. Juniper waits for him on her stool. they get back to cooking, both girls chatting about anything and everything while their father listens intently.

once they set the plates out on the table, Juniper volunteers to distribute forks and knives, and soon they've got a whole spread of golden brown pancakes, whipped cream, and fruit. they heap their dishes with food. the girls have a tendency to take more than they can actually eat, but that's okay. he loves the look of excitement in their eyes when they drizzle syrup over everything.

"nice job, kiddos." he nods, impressed, like they've made the whole meal themselves. both siblings grin back at him proudly. "let's dig in!"

he's hungry. Matthew cracks a couple jokes while they eat, pokes Autumn's stomach when she gets full halfway through her third pancake, and then both he and Juniper watch her do her ballet routine for them. she spins, twirls, smiles as she finishes the dance by throwing both arms into the air like she's won an Olympic gold medal. in his eyes, she has.

even Juniper is supportive and claps with a smile at her sister's achievement. although she teases and can be a bit too harsh with her younger sibling at times, the truth is that she's proud of her. it's evident in the way they play together in the summer, running around beneath the sun while Matthew and his wife sip on glasses of iced tea.  

"brava!" he cheers when she skips back to her seat at the table. "a royal performance!"

"dad, can we have more whipped cream?" Juniper eyes the canister on the table with hungry eyes. he mulls this over for a second, enamored with the fact that she is so clearly his daughter. down to her features and mannerisms, her tendency to crawl onto the couch and watch the scary movies with him that she probably shouldn't be watching at her age. Autumn looks more like her mother, sweet and optimistic. a dreamy expression on her face.

he grabs the canister from the middle of the spread and pops the cap off the top.

"only if you don't tell your mother." he laughs. Juniper shakes her head vehemently like a half promise and opens her mouth as he puts a pile of whipped cream in it. he does it to Autumn next, then himself. they lean back in their chairs, rubbing their bellies with satisfaction.

"yummy." Juniper grins.

"whipped cream is the best topping in the world," Matthew says matter-of-factly, passing down a pearl of knowledge that will stay with them forever. "don't ever let anyone tell you different."

the three of them clean the dishes together, blowing suds all over the room while they listen to Sam Cooke and dance. the house rings with their laughter and the sounds of feet hitting the ground in rhythmic elation, the kitchen their personal concert hall.

if he could only bestow a few life lessons on them, one of them would be the importance of listening to old music.

Matthew wishes that he could spend all his days with them, making breakfast and hearing their crazy ideas. the world is so full and open to them, he sometimes finds himself thinking about how they're going to conquer it. they've got a grittiness to them that they could only get from their mother-- an absolute sureness that stiffens their little spines-- and an imagination that could fill books with stories. he wants to paint for them, do everything for them.

but for today, they head to Autumn's room and play dress-up with the enormous chest of costumes by her bed. should he work on not spoiling her so much? maybe. he doesn't care. she's absolutely adorable when she hauls out princess dresses, doctors' jackets and stethoscopes, other disguises. he thinks she's going to be an actress; she loves to take on different jobs and throw herself into them, walking around the house ordering that her next patient be brought in or for someone to prepare her microscope. her mind is full of ideas.

Juniper pretends to be disinterested in dressing up, but she gives up the act once Autumn hands her a tiara to wear and pours her imaginary tea.

"what flavor is this?" Matthew takes a sip from his miniature cup, fanning his mouth like it's hot. "it's divine."

"it's normal tea, you cuckoo bird." Autumn giggles. she sets the teapot down on the plastic table.

"I'm a cuckoo bird?" he pretends to be offended. "you're a cuckoo bird!"

"no I'm not!" Autumn protests, but Matthew is already wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. he tickles her sides.

"you're the cuckoo bird!" he repeats through her fits of laughter. she squeals and kicks with joy until he sets her back on her feet.

"your hair is crazy." Juniper scolds. Matthew sighs and runs a hand through the unruly curls. they always tease him about it, and somehow it never gets old.

"probably because this one messed it up with her claws." he pokes Autumn's side and he suppresses a gleeful smile.

"Dad, you need a tiara, too." Juniper points to the empty spot on his head. "Autumn, get him one."

the younger sister looks like she's going to defy her sister's bossy demand, but decides against it and runs off to grab another bejeweled piece to place on her father's head. it's comical, the way the tiny thing sits.

"thank you, sweetpea." he smiles at his youngest, pinching her cheek before glancing between the two of them seriously. "how do I look?"

"silly." Juniper giggles. she straightens it out on his head and he wrinkles his nose.

"hey! boys can wear tiaras, too," he defends with mock attitude. "now, can I have more tea, please? I finished mine already."

"of course." Autumn stands diplomatically and pours him a new cup while they pretend to snack on baked goods. Matthew tells them about the new movie he's directing, dipping into his storyteller voice and wiggling his fingers with every mention of a spooky plot point. the girls sit at rapt attention, hanging on his every word, despite the fact that he's got a miniature tiara on his head.

they adore him, and every second he's there, they revel in it. they love their mother, too, of course. but days with their dad are just... different. he lets them eat whipped cream by themselves and tells them stories, kisses their foreheads and dances in the kitchen with them. they always have fun together, no matter how dreary the day is. and those feelings won't change as they get older; he's their rock, their security. he always will be.

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

i adore everything you write especially erwin like he’s my number one and u write him so well i keep coming back<3 would love to hear your thoughts on the different types of dates he would take you on :)) ty and i hope you’re well !!

Omfg I really needed to hear this today :( thank you so much💛 you're too kind.

Im so happy to hear that I'm write Erwin i a good way! I've actually been thinking about his character a lot! My Erwin posts actually get the least notes bc he's just underappricated, tho imma make sure to write him more from now on just for you 🥰

I actually really liked this request idea so imma split it in two part bc i don't wanna make a long post

Type of dates with Erwin PT.1 {pt.2 in masterlist}

{ Erwin x reader | tw: none | fluff, romance | modern }

{ "La Lettura" 1873 by Antonio Mancini 1852 - 1930 }

Ideal dates : these are dates he plans up ahead, makes sure they go smoothly and you're both are having fun. He really looks forward to these dates, they're like an event for him. He saves them up for important occasions like your anniversary, valentine's day, birthday, etc.

1. Romantic dinner by candle lights: he's a sucker for classics and romance cliches. Once a month or so, when you're both free. He'd make a reservation at a fancy restaurant, a secluded table with multiple candles and a nice view of the night sky waiting for you.

You'd both dress us, he'd be a gentleman all the way and open the doors for you, tell you how precious you look while kissing your hand. Maybe even a bouquet of fresh flowers if he's feeling extra.

The night would be spent quietly, talking while drinking wine as your food is getting ready. You two could talk together forever and not get bored, he also could listen to you talk about your passions all day.

At dessert time, he slowly falls in love with you again when you offer him a piece of yours, he'll gladly eat it off your fork. You hold hands under the table and he circles his thumb against yours.

When going home, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. It's the perfect night.

2. Picnic near the lake at sunset, ends with stargazing: this usually takes place in spring or summer, maybe even autumn. When the weather is just perfect and the sky is just clear enough. You both prepare a basket before hand, he wears a light blue shirt to match his eyes.

You arrive around lunch time, having picked a nice place under a tree to shield you from the sun. The sound of children playing in the distance quieting down as time goes on. You both prepared each other's favourite food before hand.

It's around sunset when he wraps the blanket you bought with you around you, the wind having picked up. He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to his side. You watch the sunset together as the ducks in the lake swim lazily around.

When it's completely dark, is when you finally lay down together, facing the sky. You point to a certain formation and he tangles his fingers with yours before guiding them to the next, he knows a lot about the stars. He shows you the fading ones who's only remains are ghosts of their pasts, he also shows you the newly formed ones who's light is just reaching us.

With your head on his chest, his calm deep voice talking about the stars and the warmth the blanket is offering, you fall asleep.

You wake up in the passenger seat on the ride home, glancing to the side you can see him driving with a smile on his face, he looks happy, relaxed even. You go back to sleep.

3. Going to see a musical together: it's one of the dates he really looks forward too, he's actually a huge musicals nerd but only his close friends know that. So what's better than mixing his favourite thing to watch with his favourite person? You!

He knows the tickets are expensive but he promises you it's worth the inconvenience, so you book two seats online.

When you arrive, you sit next to each other while the room is slowly getting filled. You can hear the actors getting ready off-stage but can't make out what they're saying. Erwin is next to you looking through the play flyer they gave and explaining the story to you.

That day, is the most day you've seen Erwin laugh from the depth of his heart. He'd look at you each time something really funny happens. Squeeze your hand a bit whenever an intense scene is happening. Bring your hand against his lips for a second when a romantic scene is happening.

He's just fully emerged into it. When you see the shine in his eyes, the way his lips curl up just a bit, is when you realise how beautiful Musicals are.

It becames a habit to visit one each year on his birthday.

4. Go to a museum or an art gallery: one thing you've learned from being with Erwin, is that he can turn the most boring things interesting. He just has a way with words and a matching deep voice to go with it, he could read the ingredients on the back of a shampoo bottle and you'd still listen.

Naturally, it was just a matter of time before one of you suggested visiting a museum. You pick a day when not a lot of people would be there.

He makes it fun, interesting and actually educational. You've been walking peacefully in long corridors with paintings and other forms of art displayed around each corner. He seems to have endless knowledge about each piece, telling you both a secret funny fact about it and a base knowledge.

The perfect tour guide, he encourages you to participate and even guess information based on the art and how it makes you feel. He smiles whenever you get something right and chuckles when you don't, it's a win-win situation.

5. Horseback riding: this one happens whenever you visit his parents who retired in the country side, they're really lovely people and seem to genuinely like you. Not to mention how Erwin just shows you off proudly to his parents like you're made out of pure gold.

It's a quiet small town that makes you forget about the city, the air is refreshing and the people are kind, the patries are delicious and the baker is kind. You two could get lost walking near fields of flowers for hours.

He assures you that you have all the time to try everything else, for now he's excited to show you something he's been doing since he was a kid.

The people at the stable seem to recognise him, even the horses are kinder to him than you. You're a bit jealous you won't lie, but he just guides through befriending a certain white horse with braids in it's hair. You even manage to feed them some sugar cubes.

You've underestimate just how tall a horse is, so now when faced with the option to ride on its back you almost back away. Meanwhile Erwin looks really natural and comfortable just getting on one, is this the same man who didn't know you could turn your phone screen sideways till you showed him?

So you end up sharing a horse, he wraps your hands around his waist and tells you to trust him, it will be okay. And just when a glimmer of hope rises in your heart that maybe this isn't as scary as you thought, that man somehow makes the horse go so fast it almost rivals the speed of sound, at least in your mind it did.

It's the most fun and adventures date so far, your heart is pumping by the end of the day as adrenaline runs through your veins. You're both panting and he seems like a kid on Christmas.

Thankfully his parents somehow foresaw this happening and prepared dinner for both of you while apologising for their son. Soon enough, they arm you with enough embarrassing childhood stories about Erwin for later use.

6. Visiting historical spots: it's something his father suggested to you both while you're getting the car ready to drive home. Soon enough you were discussing it while on the road and both of you seemed to be on-board.

It's an actually entirely different experience to see these places in person than in photos in school history books. Everything is so much bigger than you expected, so much older and all the details.

You can see all the different angles just by walking around, both of you seem to be entranced at just how strangely alluring it is to see this great build and know it's more than 500 years old, even Erwin seems to be lost for words for once.

The memories you made, the silly photos you took, the places you held hand and kissed in. It's all was just so lovely. And so it becomes a yearly tradition that you both save up for.

[harrystylesleftkneecap]

New person, same mistakes (1)

This was requested a very long time ago. I disappeared bc school is hard lmao. I’m back and will take requests!

Summary: After losing your parents, you move to the OBX with your cousin to continue your teenage years. The RULE makes for unsteady relationships, and several heartbreaks. 

Warnings: mentions of sex, drug use, abuse, violence , read at your own risk. 

Kie and her family were such angels for letting you come stay with them. After losing your parents, a new way of life was so incredibly refreshing. You were finally finding out who you were. Your aunt and uncle were so accommodating, and Kie made it much easier to make friends.

After a long day on the boat, you were finally stepping off onto steady ground. Your legs were sore, skin burning from the blistering sun, and to say you were dehydrated would be an understatement. The boys only brought alcohol along, and you and Kie had brought along some Capri suns, but ran out halfway through the day. The alcohol was still in your system, and you slowly trotted to the chateau, cooler in hand making the trek no easier.

“Hey, let me get that.” John b spoke, coming to your side. You looked at the brunette boy, his freckles prominent due to the sun exposure.

“Uh, it’s okay John b, I’ve got it.” You sighed, refusing the help of your former flame.

“Seriously, give it here.” He sighed, his hand brushing yours as he took the cooler from your grasp.

You lied there, completely bare with the brunette boy sighing next to you.

“We can’t keep doing this.” John b broke the silence.

You froze, trying to comprehend the words that just fell past his lips.

“W-what?” You said, rising and letting the cover fall exsposing your bare chest.

“Cmon y/n, you know the rule.” He breathed, standing from the bed to put his clothes back on.

“What? The stupid no pogue on pogue macking? You’re really gonna try to enforce that now?” You scoffed, standing to get dressed as well.

John b looked at you, “if the others found out, they would flip. And we’ve been best friends for years. I feel like we should stop while we’re ahead.”

“Seriously? Stop while we’re ahead?” You scoffed, pulling your shoes on “ I’m pretty sure they’ve got a pretty good idea about what’s going on already.”

“Maybe I just want to stop.” He said, making you freeze once again.

You slowly turned to face him, trying your best to keep the tears from spilling over your eyes.

“You want to stop? What happened to love John B? Huh? Was that all a stupid play to get in my fucking pants?” You spoke, your voice raising slightly.

John b shot his hands out towards you, in an effort to keep you calm. “Y/n! They’re outside, don’t wake them up!”

“Whatever John b.” You scoffed, grabbing your things and flinging the door to his room open.

You quickly made your way through the living room, seeing JJ smoking God knows what on the couch.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asked, his face suddenly scrunching in concern as John b came out behind you.

“Home- kie’s- what the fuck ever!” You groaned, finally making your way out of the chateau.

JJ watched as you got in your car, and swiftly drove off, dirt flying up behind your tires.

“John b-“

“Don’t, it’s nothing.” He sighed, dropping his arms to his side and making his way to the fridge.

“Y/n?” You wer suddenly brought out of your thoughts when JJ spoke to you.

John B had long ago made it into the chateau, and you and JJ were the only ones outside.

“Uh yeah, what’s up J?”

“Well you were just kinda standing here, not moving.” He told you.

“Yeah, just, lost in my thoughts I guess.” You stifled a laugh.

He nodded, and the two of you made your way through the thick summer air to the chateau.

Kie always told you that you were too good for John b, he didn’t really know what he had when he had it.

It took months, but you finally got back into the dating game eventually. And so say the other pogues were happy for you would be a lie.

You missed John b, you missed what the two of you had. But you were with someone else now.

Before you entered the chateau, tires crunched onto the rocks, signaling someone pulling into the chateau.

You turned to see the all to familiar car, music blasting for everyone to hear.

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend stepped out of the car, strolling up to your place on the porch causing JJ to scoff.

You slapped him lightly

“I’m gonna go inside before I kill someone.” He spoke, causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

As JJ stepped over the threshold into the small house, your boyfriend wrapped his hands around your waist.

“Hey rafe.” You giggled, turning into his chest and inhaling his woody sent.

“Hey babe.” He sighed, slightly stumbling as he pulled you in even closer.

“Woah, are you okay?” You questioned, tugging away to get a better look at his face.

He was flushed, warm with beads of sweat cascading down his forehead.

“Of course I am babe.” He brushed you off, moving his head to place a rather rough kiss on your neck.

“Rafe, what are you doing? We are literally on John B’s porch.” You spoke, trying to push his heavy weight off your body.

“Cmon baby, let’s go get in the car and I’ll make you feel good, yeah?” He purred, his hands snaking up your bikini top.

“Rafe!” You said loudly, finally mustering the strength to push him off you.

“What’s your deal?” He yelled, shocking you at his sudden outburst.

With wide eyes, you scoffed, “what’s my deal? What’s yours! You’re literally trying to get into my pants on someone’s porch!”

“You don’t want me.” He deadpanned, taking his sunglasses off and running his hands through his hair.

“Of course I want you, just not right now, an-and not on a front porch for Gods sake!” You responded, pulling your face into his hands.

“Rafe,” you questioned, staring into his eyes concern and fear bubbling in your stomach.

“Rafe, are you high right now?” You whispered.

He rolled his eyes, “it doesn’t matter y/n, what matters is you don’t want to have sex with me, you want to break up!” He nearly cried, sitting on the steps with his hands pulling at his hair.

“Baby, of course I want you. But not while you’re high off God knows what! What have you been doing?”

“Just get away from me!” He yelled, swatting his hand at your legs before standing to walk to his car.

You jumped back in surprise, and watched as your boyfriend stalked off to his car before swiftly pulling off onto the street.

You were shocked to say the least, why was he being like this? You gave him every part of you, sometimes when you didn’t even want to. All you wanted to do was please him, make him happy.

You turned to see your friends watching intently from inside, and your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment.

You opened the door to silence, other than the light ping of a bottle cap hitting the counter as JJ brought a cool beer to his lips.

“Are you okay?” Kie began.

You scanned the faces in the room, some of concern and others reading disappointment.

“Let’s just go home.” You sighed, turning to begin walking out. Kie said bye to the boys and quickly followed you onto the path.

“What was that?” She questioned, the orange glow from the sun casting beautiful shadows across the water.

“I don’t know.” You sighed, continuing the walk to your home, or, Kie’s home.

You tried calling Rafe a million times that night, laying in bed contemplating what you did wrong. Why did he feel like he needed to use drugs, were you not enough for him, like you weren't enough for John B? 

thankfully, a light knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts. A blonde head of messy hair peaked around the corner of you door. 

“Are you dressed?” JJ’s voiced sounded, and you just curled up into your covers more, willing him to go away. 

“I’m coming in wether you like it or not, and to be honest I don’t really care if you’re dressed or not.”

Once JJ fully stepped into the room, he contemplated following kie’s orders to drag you along to the kegger. 

“JJ I don’t want to go.” You spoke, staying put in your mountain of blankets. 

“Well kie is gonna kick my ass if i don’t come downstairs with you, so this isn’t really about you.” 

Sighing, you sat up to see JJ’s lips quirked into a smile. You knew she really would kick his ass, so for the betterment of your friend you obliged. 

“okay, but I’m not going to have fun.” You told him, and he chuckled softly. 

“That’s okay, come on you can wear that, we’re already running late.” He said, pulling you out the door. 

The kegger wasn’t too crazy, just a handful of people and a cool night. You sat in a lawn chair, eyes on the fire when you felt a presence next to you. you were met with those all too familiar hazel eyes. 

“Hey.” he spoke. 

you cleared your throat, “Hey John B.”

He sighed, kicking sand as he rested his chin in his hands. He took a deep breath before sighing,

“I just thought you should know that I’m with sarah now.” 

you rose your eyebrows, “Now? You were with her before we broke up, and then threw me away like I meant nothing to you.” 

He sighed and stood before saying, “Y/n I loved you, I really did-“

“Yeah but you love Sarah more, don’t you?” You chuckled dryly, bringing your beer to your lips.

“Y/n we-“

“Just go John b, I don’t want to hear it.”

He slowly stalked away, joining the blonde girl who had no idea you’ve had your hands on every inch of his body. Touched every dimple and freckle that littered his skin. 

Before you could spiral any further, a loud motor lured you from your thoughts. 

seriously, who would bring a motorcycle out here? 

Oh, thats who. 

You stood apprehensively as Rafe made his way to you. 

“Hey baby.” He smiled, wrapping you tightly in a hug. 

“Rafe where did you get that motorcycle?” You asked him. 

“Don’t worry about it! Do you wanna come back to my place?” He asked, placing his hands on your hips, slowly drinking in your appearance. 

“Um, no not right now.” You said, notice the same dilated pupils you had seen just hours earlier. 

“Rafe, your’e high.” You scoffed, pulling away from him. 

“Yeah, so what,” He chuckled, reaching into his pocket retrieving a bag of a curious white powder, “You want some?” He offered, pushing the bag to you. 

“What! No!” You said, shaking your head at the boy in front of you.

“Whats your problem Y/N? Just take some, it makes you feel good.” He pushed further, dumping some of the contents onto his finger. 

He thrust his powder covered digit towards your face, and you turned away in disgust.

“No Rafe.” 

“Cmon, stop being a bitch and take it.” He harshly urged, grabbing you by the back of your head, gripping your hair and placing his finger under your nose. 

You thrashed in his grip, before finally falling to the ground. White powder falling over you, almost like the snow from back home.

“Seriously! You fucking bitch! Do you know how much that cost me!” He yelled, throwing his hands up in anger. 

He was starting to catch the attention of the others around you, especially JJ.

“Rafe I-I’m sorry.’ You choked out, starting to stand when a blunt force rammed into your side. 

You screamed in pain as you fell back into the sand. A dull throbbing shooting through your body. 

Did he just kick me? You struggled to sit up as he continued his mindless yelling. 

Instantly someone was at your side, helping you up as you watched JJ and pope hold Rafe from doing any more damage. 

tears spilled over your cheeks, and your body racked with sobs as kie pushed your hair out of your face, trying to calm you down. 

Of course John b wasn’t here to help

Rafe noticed your tears, and he instantly calmed, his face softening. 

“Oh, y/n I am so sorry-” 

“Shut up Rafe, we’re through!” You screamed at him, sobbing harder as kie held you against her body. 

she shot at look at JJ and pope, making JJ say, “Okay man, you gotta go.” 

“No! Y/n I’m sorry!” He cried, fighting against the two boys once more. 

“I said go man!”JJ raised his voice, forcefully pushing Rafe back to the bike he came in on.

Rafe sighed, and turned pulling his hair and kicking sand.

JJ made his way over to you, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders while kie continued to tame your sobs.

“JJ h-he kicked m-me.” You choked out, and he whispered a soft I know in your hair.

JJ nodded kie off, and she took the hint, allowing you to fall into JJs grasp.

“Cmon, let’s go get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nodded, leaning into him as he held your arm to aid your limp.

“Where’s John b?” You whispered, and JJ kept quiet, slowly leading you back to the chateau.

The others started to clear the party, wanting you to be able to calm down alone.

Once again, someone treated you like you were nothing. Maybe you are trash. Where did you go wrong?

JJ slowly walked by your side, letting you lean into him before you reached the porch of the chateau.

“JJ, I-I’m sorry.”

“What? You have nothing to be sorry for?” He spoke, leading you through the kitchen and into the small bathroom.

“You- you told me about him, you warned me, a-and I didn’t listen.” You sobbed, JJ slowly easing you down onto the closed seat of the toilet.

“Sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with, it’s not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for. And he’s lucky I didn’t bash his face in right there.” He said, squatting down to your level and Placing his hand on your chin to make you look at him.

Tears continued spilling out of your Y/E/C eyes, as JJ moved the sand clumped strands of hair out of your face.

His blue eyes looked into yours, and for a moment he contemplated his next moves, should he go beat the fucker up?

But he decided he needed to be here with you.

“You need to clean up, do you want me to leave you or?”

“I-I don’t think I can, my side really hurts.” You choked, steadying yourself in the blondes shoulder.

“Okay, I’m gonna go find kie-“

“No JJ, it’s fine, I just want to get cleaned up so I can lay down.” You told him, looking back up to meet his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll run you a bath.” He spoke softly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before starting the water.

“I’m used to people seeing me at this point.” You whispered, as he helped you stand and remove your clothing.

“What?” JJ was confused.

“I never really wanted to do the things Rafe wanted me to, I just thought I had to. I didn’t want him to leave me. But I guess it never really mattered.”

JJ wanted to cry, and go beat the shit out of the boy who forced you into things, kicked you, and made you feel like shit.

“You don’t ever have to worry about him again, I got you. I promise.” He said, lowering you into the warm tub water.

You closed your eyes as the warm water hit the throbbing bruise on your side, you continued crying as the events replayed in your head.

JJ slowly leaned you back to wash the clumps of dirt and sand out of your hair, your body limp as he held you.

His face scrunched up in concentration, seeming to have never washed another persons hair before.

You watched as his eyes focused on your h/c locks, rinsing them tenderly as to not cause you any unnecessary pain.

He raised you, water cascading down your back when a knock sounded at the door.

“Yeah?” JJ questioned, dunking a washcloth in the water and lathering it with soap.

“JJ, have you seen y/n?” Kies voice sounded from outside the bathroom.

“Yeah, she’s In here.” He spoke, beginning to wash your arms and torso as kie pushed the door open.

She gasped at the sight of her cousin, kneeling down beside JJ.

“Y/n...”

“I’m okay.” You croaked, throat sore from sobbing.

“That bruise is bad, do you think you need to go to the doctor?” She asked you, pushing strands of wet hair from your face as jj ran the washcloth over the forming purple and red contusion on your ribs.

You gasped and he let a soft sorry fall past his lips.

“I think it’s ok.” You whispered, as JJ finished and grabbed a towel to help you from the tub.

“I um- need clothes.” You whispered, clinging on to JJ as you stepped from the now cool water.

“Okay, I have some you can borrow.” He told you, sitting you down on the toilet to retrieve some clothes he had left in the chateau.

Kie looked at you concerned, wondering what you were thinking.

“I would’ve helped you with the bath you know.” She told you, sitting on the counter top.

“I know, I’m okay with JJ though.” You whispered, twirling your hair into a bun.

“Hey, are you alright?” Pope spoke, coming into the bathroom.

“Uh yeah, a little shaken but I’m fine.” You smiled.

He smiled back at you, falling into conversation.

Jj was rummaging through his room in the chateau, trying to find something decent to let you borrow. He could hear noises coming from John Bs room, and he rolled his eyes at the fact John b was to caught up with a kook to even know what had just happened to you.

Jj returned to the bathroom with a T-shirt and boxers, handing them to you before walking out with Pope to let kie help you change.

“He’s lucky I didn’t bash his face in man.” Jj sighed, leaning over the kitchen counter.

“What a dick.” Pope responded, falling onto the couch.

“John b doesn’t even know.” Jj said, looking to his friend.

“I know.”

[beecherdrysdale]

Oh my godddddd I just wrote like 3 chem tests today 😒 but I did good on them so that’s an upper !

Lmaoo yesss Brigid has claimed “fuck you,little bitch” I’m more of a f-ing shit type of gal hehe.

Okkk you are official my swim instructor for me and the boys, get ready to be annoyed. Haha I can see you punching their shoulders if they called you that.I myself don’t like cutsie nicknames either. Yesss you and Dylan would dominate, I give you the win . Honestly whenever I play games I just burst out laughing and lose concentration. I kinda see you winning and then Dylan falling backwards lol. Water pics slay!

Yessss jet skiing is so fun! We could be a team, or you and dylan 😏😏 holding onto each other hehe. Ok, I like chirping people so that why I think all of our personality’s would get along ?.

Ya I still have some time before I apply, or get recruited soooo . But those seem like great choices !!

Ooo me too! I have the same sorta skin complexion like she does and I always get told that I look like her when I put my hair up lol. Haha no worries, I would laugh as well. I know it’s wrong of me but I laugh when people have small accidents like tripping, getting hit.

I would be laughing along side with you ! It’s to funny. I barely scream, so I would swear lol!. Like imagine going down and everyone just yelling “fuckkkkkk” hehe. I could not tell you why I didn’t show up lol . And yes I am making you and Dylan sit next to each other because it would be hot and really cute! #matchmaking. I’ll be busy holding onto Jamie or Jack hehe.

Haha pls send some over lol. I’m lacking !! Haha the hoodie is comfy I’m not gonna lie. I’ll send you a hockey hoodie as well. Do u wanna a hockey canada hoodie or a team themed one?.

I’m not really a dress or skirt girl either! I enjoy a good jean or pant type of look. I love your style ! I enjoy a fancy shirt! Or a cute graphic tee. I’ve been into cropped ish blouses, and wearing lots of necklaces 😍 haha yess if I see a cute skirt I’ll cave as well.

Yess the partners are great ! I would honestly dance w everybody ! But I think me and Ryan would have the craziest dances lol . I’m a bit of a crazy dancer hehe. I reserve a slow dance for u with either dyl or Jamie??. Haha yes, i gotta get quinner a bit drunk to teach him stuff lol . Haha that’s fun!.

I barely drink as well but I kinda got drunk on my bday lol . Apparently I laugh a lot, and am super crazy And loud 😜. Not gonna lie beer is really gross after the one sip that I had hehe. I’ve tried a white claw before it wasn’t bad:)) . One time my brother pranked me and gave me coke to drink and I was super thirsty so I drank it and after I drank it he was like that was a vodka-coke . Had some fun times there hehe. He also pranked my mom with that and she never drinks lol.

How can ppl hate chipotle it’s amazing! If I could trade any fast food we have in Canada for chipotle I would . We literally have no good fast food lol .

oh gosh i’m so sorry, i fucking hate chem. my teacher doesn’t even teach and then gives us ap level worksheets and it sucks

hahha yes i’ll be your swim instructor, i’ll only get annoyed if people ask me to teach them fly tho bc it’s so hard to teach. and yes i would definitely punch them in the shoulder if they try to call me any cutsie nicknames. yes me and dylan as a team will destroy, but then as soon as we win he’d try and dunk me lol

ok if i’m jet skiing with dylan, who are you going with? also yes we would literally all be chirping each other the whole time, but i think we could all take it too so that’s why we’d get along really well

yeah i still have time too, but my recruiting coach told me i need to start the recruiting process early so that’s why i already have a lot of schools picked out. and as much as i would love to go to umich i don’t think i’ll end up there bc their swim team is insanely fast so i probably couldn’t swim there

hahha yeah i don’t really think i look like her, i think it’s just the long hair that looks similar. and i always laugh when people get injured and it’s kind of a problem lol

lol yes everyone would be swearing and all the parents would be glaring at us lol. except i usually don’t swear or scream on any rides or anything, so my friends are convinced i’m not scared of anything. also kind of off-topic, but for my summer job we have to do inspections before the park opens in the mornings and the tallest tower is 12 stories high, so one of the hosts who worked there last summer told me if i did top rappel on the first day she would give me $100 and i was like ok easy money. also yes you can be the matchmaker for me and dylan, but then i’ll make you sit by quinner or jamie hehe

haha just tell me which one of my 20 hoodies you want and i’ll send it to you. and then you can send me a team themed hockey hoodie bc as much as i love the canada boys, i could never bring myself to wear a hockey canada hoodie lol

yessss pants girls unite. and cropped blouses are super cute too! i also love how wearing lots of necklaces look, but i just never wear jewelry except my chain with my saint brigid’s cross bc i always have to take it off for sports

lol i would love to see you and ryan dance together, you guys would be so chaotic but so good. aww you playing matchmaker again to get me to dance with dyl or jamie 🥰 also i feel like you’re right, once quinner is drunk it would be way easier to teach him stuff lol

hahha i’ve never gotten drunk, maybe a little tipsy tho. but i have to be super careful bc if my parents pick me up from somewhere and they smell any alcohol on me they would kill me. but i’m getting my license this year, so then i can just sleep over at my friends house after and then drive home the next morning and i won’t have that problem anymore. i actually like beer, what i can’t stand is wine lol. and yeah white claw is pretty good as long as you have the right flavors. my favorite is black cherry. omg that’s so funny that your brother did that, my mom would get so mad at my brother if he ever tried that lol

[centralsaints]

see the thing is i wanna start wearing skirt and dresses again bc i have been dressing p masc for. so long and i am just bored with my style (if ur definition of masc includes checkered pants and bright orange hawaiian shirt. lets say i dress. kind of androgynous, but never outright feminine) 

most of the time i just end up wearing jeans and a t shirt or like, some kind of dress/linen pants with a turtleneck and i am just. painfully bored. but the thing is the last time i wore skirts regularly was in the summer of 2016, right out of high school, so like. 4 years ago. and now when i want to dress more feminine, and when i do, i just look at myself and it looks WEIRD. not that i don’t like it. it doesn’t look good, or fitting with my body, and adding on the fact that i gained a lot of weight since then. idk where im going with this. i just wanna wear pretty things but when i do it just looks super weird and out of place on me so im stuck always wearing the same 5 pieces of clothing. i also hate my legs which is a big issue lmao

[possibilistfanfiction]

hey can I get some advice, if you have any? my friend is getting married and im invited, but I have no ideia what to wear. I'm afab, non binary, and pretty much closeted in all the ways that matter; I've been wearing men's clothes exclusively for a few years, but I only ever get read as female. I'm 26 and have avoided all family weddings so far in huge part because of formal wear, bc I would die if I had to wear a dress but I (so far) have not been brave enough to try wearing a suit, but this friend is the first of the friend group to get married and she actually wants me there (as opposed to getting invited by cousins and such just bc we're related) and I want to be there to support her. do you have any experience in choosing formal wear? in my place, what would you wear? is it better to go to a shop and risk them refusing to give me a mens suit or try to get something online and risk a bad fit? help!

there’s great suiting for dfab people that u can get either online or in store, depending on where u live. i don’t think you’ll get smth that fits horribly as long as you take ur measurements beforehand, plus most places have size consultants. wildfang has cool suits, they’re a little less formal (which can be great!) but easy to dress up/down & in the future wear as separates. kirrin finch is a little pricier but they make beautiful clothes for masc dfab ppl. both have a p decent size range. sharpe suiting & bindle and keep both do like GORGEOUS custom suits, but they’re expensive & u have to book in advance, so that might not be the vibe for this outing.

in store stuff, i actually rly like theory & all saints; theory is expensive but they have all kinds of different womens cuts, so u don’t actually need a mens suit, although like… no one will rly care if u go try one on? for me, either dfab specific menswear or just andro womenswear fits better, so i’ve stopped worrying abt that & just gone for fit. for less formal, cos & oak+fort have some cool co-ord options that could be fun, esp for a summer wedding. bigger department stores like nordstrom will also have a ton of options across price points

i also think an amazing option is to go to a thrift store, especially if you have a queer one in ur area (out of the closet!). they’ll have lots of options that aren’t too expensive, & will be able to help you find stuff.

& then finally, tailor it! tailoring isn’t that expensive at all (tailoring a suit will probably be under $50) & it’s so easy to make ur clothes fit the way u want them to!

also i will say — i actually hate full suits for myself, they’re way too masc for me & i just. never in my life do i rly wanna wear one lol. i like a good tuxedo pant & an expensive tee & a cashmere cardigan or smth, & i also have a few semiformal & formal kurtas to wear to stuff bc my wife is desi, so sometimes those make more sense & are fun n cute. if a full suit feels like too much, u can wear rly nice stuff that isn’t quite as masc or quite as formal, & it’s (arguably) even more in fashion rn

so just yknow whatever ur vibes are, there rly are so many options. have fun w it! clothes are supposed to be fun! definitely don’t let being scared of formalwear have u miss a wedding u wanna go to, i swear literally nothing is that deep lol

[forasecondtherewedwon]

So! Prompt-wise I love, love, love #2...but also I think there could be something fun,hilarious, and hot in the 18/43 kinda combo. I don’t know which prompts you’ve already gotten and I don’t wanna overwhelm you mostly bc I’m ecstatic that you’re doing this at all. But if either or neither of those gets you going I’d be happy to read whatever you choose share with us 💜💙

Phew, this is my second-to-last fic from the prompt list I was working from over the summer. Thank you, thank you for your patience, @redpepprflakes and Anon! I know it’s been a long wait. You both requested #43, and I loved the idea of #18 and #43 together, so that’s what I did! Enjoy!

Posing QuestionsPairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: EWord count: 3615

18. “This is… exactly what it looks like.”

43. “You wanted me to walk in on you.”

Peter didn’t need a map. Honestly, he didn’t! But hemight’ve been able to find the room faster if the visual arts building had onlystraight hallways and large, obvious numbers over the doors―like the naturalsciences building where he had his classes. He checked the time on his phoneand looked up in time to slide to the side, avoiding a guy toting a largecanvas. Both of these were good signs (the phone and the guy). They meant thatPeter wasn’t yet late to meet MJ and that he was heading in the right direction; at eight in the evening, classes were mostly over, so chances werethat the artist (or just canvas caddie?) had come from MJ’s art class.

Ok, it wasn’t MJ’s class(she wasn’t in it and, only in her second year of college, she didn’t teach it),but he kind of thought of it that way. Pictured her commanding and silencingthe room.

Peter felt a little warm.

Maybe he’d taken that last set of architecturally-inventivestairs too fast, or maybe he was wearing too many layers. It was always astruggle for him in the fall when the weather changed, and worse now that hewas living in student housing. There was no Aunt May to squint at him overtheir morning cereal and say, “Peter, do you really need a t-shirt, abutton-up, a sweatshirt, and ajacket?” But he was figuring it out.

Aha, here was the room (by room, he meant studio) and there,when he swung the door wide, was MJ, standing on the low platform the modelsposed on. And dropping an ice-blue robe to the floor. There was nothingunderneath. Peter let go of the door and it banged into his back, shoving himcompletely into the room. His girlfriend, who’d had her back to him, flickedher head to glance over her shoulder.

“It’s you.”

Her voice was soft for the size of the space and she didn’tsound surprised. Why was she not surprised? Oh right, because she’d told himthe room and the time and asked him to meet her here so they could go out andgrab a hamburger after her two hours of stiff posing. Had she counted on Petergetting more lost, thereby leaving her more time to get dressed? That wasprobably it, but… this was MJ. She thought things through. That could onlymean…

“You wanted me to walk in on you,” Peter said, advancing twosteps on stiff, toy-soldier legs.

MJ shrugged.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” she asked, hair swayingas she bent to snatch her jeans off the ground and stepping into them. (Nounderwear―holy shit.)

His brain turned to sludge around the question, dragging italong instead of processing it as MJ pulled the jeans up to her thighs andhopped to bring them the rest of the way. He watched her head tilt down as shezipped them. The noise was ringingly metallic in his ears. That was so muchbare back. So much bare back. Bloodflooded his groin like air being blown into a balloon. He automatically grippedthe front of his jeans, but adjusting himself wasn’t doing a hell of a lot ofgood with his girlfriend still standing there, trying to turn her shirt theright way out before putting it on.

Peter should say something. He should definitely saysomething to interfere with the putting-on of the shirt. Do about it? He woulddo… something. He would just… He closed his eyes for a second and took adeep breath through his nose, but his hand kept on fiddling. Stroking. Tugging throughthe denim.

“It’s fine, Parker,” MJ said, laughing a little as sheturned around with her elbows in the air, fighting her way into the twistedshirt. “It was a pretty stupid thing to do. Just thought I’d… ugh!―” The neck hole was snug and kept theshirt temporarily trapped around her head, over her eyes. “―shake you up andsee what happened.”

He was still gaping at her exposed breasts when she yankedher top into place and out of her face. He was also definitely, definitely still standing there with hishand clutching his dick. Which was where her gaze went.

“This is… exactly what it looks like,” Peter had to admit.He released himself, letting his hands hang at his sides, but the bulge was…well, prominent at this point, and MJ did have a habit of keen observation.

Her mouth rested open for a few seconds before some wordscame to her.

“That wasn’t one of the things I’d thought you might ‘doabout it.’ But all experiments have unpredicted side-effects, right? Right? Isthat what they teach you over in NatSci?”

Wow, she was flustered, Peter realized. Colour had raced uphis girlfriend’s cheeks and she was flapping the hem of her shirt away from herstomach. He felt less blindsided now.

Peter began smiling as he approached her and MJ compulsivelytucked her hair behind both ears. She kept babbling.

“I’ve just…” She raised a hand palm-up. “…I’ve neverseen you, you know, do that before.Not that it’s a big deal because it’s not, it’s not a big… a big…”

He stopped in front of her, inches between their noses.

“Don’t you dare,” Peter breathed, smiling eyes locked withher widened ones, “put on a single sock more.”

“You liked my experiment?” She spoke just as much with thosebrown eyes and read with them too, scanning his face, hungry for feedback.

He swallowed, refreshing his initial shock of opening thedoor to reveal her nude body.

“It was very effective.”

“Effective,” MJ echoed with a sly smile as she snuck a handbetween them and ran her knuckles up his erection. Peter’s mouth popped open.His lips twitched up higher on one side; he could feel himself wearing thesmile he always wore when he was ready to trail after her like a puppy.

Wait, had she just turned the tables on him again? Dammit.

Peter kissed her quickly, untucking and re-tucking her hairwhile he held her face steady. She leaned her forehead against his as they drewapart.

“How was the class?” he asked. “You’re getting used to keepingsuper still?”

“I’ve always beengood at that.”

He laughed. “That’s true.”

“The best thing about it, besides making money to pay forschool, is that I can just zone out with no one bothering me. Lots of time tothink.”

“I noticed.”

“Scheming on how to get you hot always feels like a good useof my time,” MJ teased, kissing his cheek, then ducking to get beneath his jaw.He panted in surprise as her lips tickled up and down his neck.

“And I am very grateful,” he swore.

He laid his hands on her shoulders, idling in the sensationof her fingers hooking through his belt loops, her thumbs massaging the ridgehis dick made in the denim. Peter groaned. When she bit lightly at his throat,his cock leapt and his hands smoothed down to cover her breasts. Without a bra,her nipples prodded his palms through her cotton shirt.

“We’re not actually doing this here,” he verified, glancingup at the low light ringing the room and the high, dark windows.

MJ said nothing. But she unbuttoned his jeans. And shelowered the zipper. Her tongue gave his throat a single stroke before she setPeter internally staggering by going down to her knees.

“Somebody could walk in here.”

It might not be likely, with the hour and the lack of peoplehe could personally attest to viewing on his way up (and they’d all beenheading out), but it wasn’t impossible.

“Go lock the door then,” MJ suggested while peeling thefront of his boxers down and leaning forward to touch her lips to his shaft ashis cock jutted out.

“Holy…” Peter looked swiftly over his shoulder at the door(no activity), then down at the top of his girlfriend’s head. “Ok, yeah, you’vebeen doing a lot of thinking.”

“Guilty,” she whispered, flattening her tongue against him.

He watched her lick leisurely upward and part her lips overthe head of his dick. Apparently, he had two groans: histhis-is-a-delicious-hamburger groan and his sex groan. (MJ had informed him ofthis.) Peter was doing the latter now, and wasn’t too bummed to have beendenied a chance at the former. Hamburgers, like gravity, would always be there.The taste for potential exhibitionism his girlfriend seemed to have gainedalong with her part-time figure modeling gig might be fleeting. Maybe it would be permanent, but if thatwere the case and Peter was able to look back from the future on this moment,he just couldn’t believe in a timeline where he said, “You know what, baby? How‘bout we pause this and go grab that burger.” Nuh uh.

“That feels amazing,” he gasped, gently taking hold of herupper arms when she grabbed his hips, “but I hate to see you kneeling. You mustbe so stiff.”

“Interesting choice of words.”

Peter chuckled weakly as MJ’s mouth descended on him again.

“Oh fuck.”

The inside of her mouth, or her lips, or her tongue, or something (he couldn’t pinpoint itthrough the general thought of yes)vibrated with her light laugh and Peter nearly joined her on her knees.

“You’ve proved you’re a pervert who masterminded a plan toabsolutely own me while you satquietly all evening,” he admitted, tone near whining as MJ explored thepossibility of easing more of his length into her mouth. “Now let me protectyou from yourself.”

She sucked him punishingly before release, making Peter’swhole body jerk and his breathing choke off. Getting to her feet, MJ sighed.

“Ok, let’s get out of here.”

He frowned, yanking his boxers back up to cover himself.

“That’s not what I said.”

He gave his head a shake and his girlfriend put a hand onhis arm. It was super sweet, though logically, Peter knew she understoodsomething so minor wouldn’t be enough to throw him off balance.

“I think we should stay,” he said, reeling MJ into him bycurling his fingers around the waist of her jeans where it gapped away from herskin. He buried his face against her neck and let his lips graze down.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm,” Peter agreed into her collarbone. “Get you off yourfeet for a while.”

“Off my feet,” MJ repeated, holding up a hand to begincounting on her fingers, “off my knees… You’re bossy tonight, Parker. What am I allowed to be on?”

He mumbled, lips buzzing against her.

“Hmm?” She sounded drowsy―always a good sign and always aresult of him kissing creepingly up her neck (if he did a good job).

“On me,” he repeated lowly. “Be on me, MJ, please.”

His girlfriend moaned and Peter glanced up to see her eyeshad slid shut. Skating his closed lips back and forth across her cheek, heunfastened her jeans and plunged his hand inside to cup between her legs. Hewas stunned that blowing him could get MJ so wet. Then again, his erection wasstraining pretty heroically right now as he fingered her. It made sense―peoplewho were passionate enough about each other to be turned on by the otherperson’s pleasure were for sure sufficientlynuts to have sex in an art studio.

“Gonna stay? Gonna stay here with me?” he murmured to her.

MJ took firm hold of his wrist and squeezed, a wordlessrequest for more. These were the signals they had. This was the language theyspoke. Him, the scientist. Her, the artist. Peter bent his fingers into her andused his other hand to shove her jeans down, pushing at one hip, then theother. Frantically, she tugged at his sweatshirt. With the material hiked up,MJ ran her palm hungrily over his abs.

“Platform, I guess,” she spoke into his mouth before nudginghim into a kiss. Her nails scratched lightly below his navel and Peter justabout lost his mind.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” MJ laughed―a little airy, a little crazy―their lipsbrushing.

“Yeah.”

Peter bent and stripped her of her jeans, then hoisted herinto his arms. She made things incredibly difficult by scraping over his nippleup under his shirt and stabbing her tongue into his mouth until his hipsthumped against hers. Fingers tight in her hair, he walked blindly in thegeneral direction of the raised platform the models posed on. Setting MJ on herfeet for even a moment was dangerous; as desperately handsy as a mugger, shewrestled his sweatshirt and T off. Peter didn’t resist (in fact, smiled thewhole time) when she pushed against his chest.

He sat and she followed, ignoring the way he grinned up ather to move like she was on a mission (relatable for the guy who spent too manyof his evenings and weekends systematically clearing their city of criminals).MJ straddled Peter’s lap, but he refused to be forced onto his back, bracinghimself easily against her insisting hands.

“Wait,” he laughed.

“Can’t.”

She gripped his cock through his boxers, then, frustrated,pulled the front of them down again to wrap her fingers around him, unobstructed.Peter sighed heavily, bobbing his hips at his girlfriend’s touch.

“And you call muh… mebossy,” he gasped.

“I know what I want.”

He could only swallow and nod, looking down at her handstroking up and down his length. Surrendering, Peter laid flat on his back.

“Finally,” MJ muttered, making them both laugh.

She shuffled backward, working his jeans and boxers belowhis knees and no further. Well, it would do the job. MJ leaned low over Peter,grasping his cock and taking the head into her mouth for another insufferable,divine minute of heat and her undulating tongue. His hands were fists at hissides. Once she’d administered her last lick, Peter smoothed his hands from MJ’sknees up her thighs to urge her forward, resting her slick center against hisdick.

Breathing drowsily again, she slowed enough to let him peelher shirt off and drop it at his side, getting a whiff of her when it hit theplatform. Their eyes met.

“No condom tonight?” Peter checked. He’d forgotten for awhile there, but having her actually on top of him made him mindful. MJ hadbeen on the pill since before their first time and while they almost alwayssupplemented their prophylactic protocol with a condom, on the rare and (hecouldn’t deny it) very pleasant occasion, they skipped it.

“Again,” she teased, swinging her hair so it spilled overher shoulder and down to her chest, “is that something you want to get up for?”

“If you’re ok, I’m ok.”

She bent forward and Peter held her face with both hands,kissing her deeply.

“You’re more than ok,” MJ informed him. She wiggled a littleon his lap and he choked on a groan.

Peter let her hair glide through his fingers as she satupright to guide his cock inside her. MJ seated herself in stages, taking alittle, angling her hips, taking more, flexing (the delicate squeezes drove him insane in the best way), and dropping―just to make him grunt like he’d beenkicked in the stomach, was Peter’s theory. But he didn’t mind. Fuck, he never minded.

“We should be quick though,” she casually mentioned. “Acustodian usually comes by around 8:30 to empty the trash and recycling.”

MJ left Peter zero time for an outburst about potentiallyscarring a stranger for life if they were interrupted, planting her knees androcking her hips in a brisk rhythm that felt way too fucking good. The crown ofhis head smacked the floor as he instinctively arched his neck. Her fingerstrailed along his throat and when Peter shifted his head to look up at her, shewinked. The fact that the wink was probably at least 50% sarcastic didn’t stopit from being sexy.

Every day of his student life was about cramming morechemistry into his head, but all he could feel as they ground together―MJ’stight, rapid hold and his striving thrusts from below―was the kind of basicvinegar and baking soda reaction that goes with a middle school science fairvolcano. There was definitely a reaction coming, heat and friction creating aroiling and burning under Peter’s skin. Inside his brain. MJ opened her mouth to pant, like she was venting some ofthat pressure, but it wouldn’t be enough. Peter wedged his hands beneath herknees to save them from bruising, pumping steadily up into her.

“I know how you want it, babe,” he egged her on. MJ’seyelids fluttered and she rolled her neck in a lazy circle, still rocking. “Goafter it. Please,” Peter groaned before biting down hard on his lip.

They’d had the same talk over and over again, about what shecould dish out and what he could take. Day to day, they were careful, hissuper-durability only making his girlfriend more determined to offer delicatetreatment in contrast to the occasional battering sustained in his masked lineof work. Peter had convinced her over months and years that, while heappreciated her gentleness in most situations, he could handle more. That he,in fact, wanted more when it came tothis. That having his girlfriend throw herself into uninhibited climax-chasinglike a wave throws itself onto the shore could be one of the ways they tookcare of each other. If MJ was a force of nature, Peter was that one tree that’sstill standing after disaster’s passed by.

The sway of her hips changed from steady to rough; shewasn’t penetrated so much as impaled, palms pressing down on his chest. Peterbacked off the force of his own thrusts, simply because the intensity of whatMJ was doing was so overwhelming that he needed to start concentrating on notgetting off immediately. He focused on the sensation of his jeans bunched upagainst his shins. His mouth was open, but he had to keep reminding himself touse it to take in air―it was way too easy to just stare up at his girlfriend ina pleasured haze and forget to breathe.

When the way MJ rode him moved from violent bouncing toshallowly fucking herself with his cock on a 45° angle, Peter knew she wasclose. (Awesome, ‘cause so was he.) It wouldn’t do any good to remove his handsfrom their function as knee coasters to pinch her nipples or rub her clit; hisgirl could get herself there without any help from his fingers. Besides, hedidn’t want to see her knees turn blue and purple later because he hadn’t protectedthem.

Sinking his teeth deeper into his lip, Peter gusted air outhis nose as he drove up hard with his hips, pounding against her g-spot. MJ’sshoulders shimmied involuntarily and she clutched at his chest, dragging herclit hurriedly against the course hair at his groin while he held himself rigidand there for the taking. She’d started to whine. A long sound, frequentlybroken, that only resolved itself into his name (shouted) when all that tensioncollapsed in on her and she came, slamming her hips onto his.

While MJ was still trembling, Peter hugged her into his chestand jerked his hips spastically. He hit his own orgasm, face buried in her hairwhile he choked out a sound that tried to be, “MJ.” It felt like he’d never beempty, just thrusting forever, as long as she was there, clenching andshivering around him and all awkward elbows and compressed breasts in his arms.

His head hit the floor with a thump and MJ reached up to rubit before she’d lifted her own head off his shoulder. Her pulse or her musclesor whatever was/were still throbbing around his dick. Peter would’ve keptsoftly thrusting to see how soon they could have each other again, if not forher warning of the imminent custodian. Why hadn’t they done this in either oftheir beds and enjoyed the luxury of multiple rounds? Maybe staggering nakedtogether from the mattress to the shower? Oh right, because his deviousgirlfriend had orchestrated a scenario where he walked in on her naked. Yep,this would be one to remember.

She pushed herself up limply while Peter’s hands strokedworshipfully across her back and down her sides. He smiled up at her inadoration. MJ, naturally, rolled her eyes.

“I gotta pee.” She looked thoughtful. “But I also don’t knowif I can stand.”

“Make you a deal,” Peter offered, doing a partial sit-up tokiss her cheek. “Let me put my pants back on and I’ll carry you to the door ofthe women’s restroom.”

“And what else?”

He raised his eyebrows at her, but she waited, looking smugwith the knowledge that he’d sweeten the offer. (Damn, they were good to eachother.)

“And I’ll go down on you the second we get back to yourdorm.”

“You’ll go down on me in the elevator,” MJ negotiated. “Inthis building.”

“We’re only on the third floor!” Peter reminded her,exasperated. “That’s not enough time!”

“Do you make that kind of bullshit excuse when somebodyneeds you to save the world? Figure it out, Parker.”

Peter did figure it out and, as a result, nobodyremembered to stop for hamburgers.

[sundrenched-smilez]

That “hella cute questions” post: multiples of 10 (as usual skip/substitute questions you don’t wanna do)

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

probs sam!!! idk abt deep, but meaningful n pleasant, for sure. idrk what qualifies as “deep” conversations, bc i just assume ppl mean like “oh aliens, dude, aliens” or sm junk like that 

20. Do you like your neighbors?

HELL no they have like 4 kids every other weekend and theyre noisy as shit, sounds like theyre playing billiards on the floor up there, i hate it 

30. Do you ever want to get married?

i wanna get married in a forest surrounded by nature, n mb have it b raining on the way home c: mb a black dress or a dress /suit combination, like half skirt w pants, n a ruffly shirt like pirates would wear

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

theres a nice lil korean place near me, and an asian market, n those r probs my favs. i like lil local places, so also farmers markets

59. First thing you ate this morning?

blueberry waffles w syrup n butter!!! 

70. Names of your bestfriends?

sam, audrey, 

82. Favourite movie?

into the spiderverse!!! i rly love it a lot; spider-man is my fav hero, and it was SO  sick seeing muiltiple, and finally a spider-man thats relatable, n not just some white dude trying to romance uhhhh what’s her fuck. mary jane or whatever. i love zendaya as mj tho. she should b a spiderperson

90. Name a person you love?

sam!!!!!!!! theyre my fav person n they mean the world to  me

99. Have any pets?

MY BBY BOY SOCKS, PICS INCOMING

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

NO BUT I WANT TO

119. Favourite book?

i love the magnus chase books, n the heroes of olympus series!!!

130. Do you like subway?

i do!! they have good food, but i miss when it was cheaper

140. Summer or Winter? 

i think winter should b shorter, but i understand that trees need to sleep, even if it makes it cold, so i guess i can tolerate it, but im not happy abt it. summer is much better

[lesless]

Beautiful morning~

[isitthescreaming20syet]

Do all the numbers you coward

– disclaimer: i did this at like late at night o’clock, while trying to avoid my fourth breakdown that hour. and i didn’t have my glasses on. so . if there’s any spelling errors that i didn’t catch, let me know.–

ok cool. imma just pick a post and go at it then.

1. what colour are you’re eyes?

Usually they’re like a green/brown ig?

2. do you like your name? why?

Yes, I love my name. I picked it myself with the help of some of my friends. It comes from a couple different book characters who are both super strong physically and emotionally and they’re honestly an inspiration to me.

3. what is your relationship status?

…. single as fuck man. Is it too much to ask for a guy who is sweet and not pushy and bigger than me so I can steal his hoodies and be swamped in them??

4. describe your personality in 3 words or less

“another fucking breakdown??”

5. what colour hair do you have?

currently a really gross red, (well I think it’s gross but i just don’t like reds) but on Thursday I finally re-dye it and im gonna go green!!

6. how would you describe your style?

either I pull smth out of the drawer in the morning and hope it goes together, or I spend three weeks planning it.

7. what size bed do you have?

P sure it’s a queen? my dog manages to take up half of it and he’s the size of a bread loaf.

8. any siblings?

Ye, two half sisters!! 

9. favourite t.v. show?

The Umbrella Academy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10. describe your dream date

uhhhhh, smth outside? like a picnic. at night, but with plenty of lights. and star gazing!!!! bc spACE!!!

11. what colour socks are you wearing?

uh… one crew that’s white and purple and one ankle that blue and white…. 

12. how many pillows do you sleep with?

trick question!! I don’t sleep with pillows. I use throw/travel blankets and stuffed animals. I do have two pillows on my bed, but they’re for my dog to sleep on.

13. do you have a job? what do you do?

I do! I just started a week or so ago and I make drinks! ISTG IF SOMEONE ORDERS ONE MORE GODDAMN MINI SLUSHI IM GONNA KILL A MAN.

14. how many friends do you have?

hhhhh, i think i have abt 0. but in reality i probably have 10ish actual friends?

15. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

I’ve done plenty of shitty things but im not in a good place to answer this one rn.

16. what’s your favourite candle scent?

Another trick question! i despise candles and nearly anything that has a smell. good or bad.

17. three favourite boy names?

Klaus bc my boiiiiiiiiii

Ethan istg anyone i know irl brings this up you will regret it

Ashton

18. three favourite girl names?

ooooo boyyy,

Claire

Isabella (spanish pronounciation obv)

Vanya bc yk i had to make another reference but also it’s rlly pretty and just look at it!!

19. who is your celebrity crush?

ik it’s basic but cole sprouse is the first one that comes to mind.

20. do you read a lot? what’s you favourite book?

yes I read all the time bc reADING IS GOOD @dodo-likes-to-tumbl

my favourite book is probably Six of Crows.

21. top 10 favourite songs?

hhhooooohhhhhhhhkkkayyyyy not really any particular order:

1) Istanbul by They Might be Giants

2) Roaring 20s by P!atD

3) I Wait by Day6

4) Monster by EXO

5) Choke by IDKHBTFM

6)Tempo by EXO

7) Awkward Silence by Stray Kids

8) Chained Up by VIXX

9) Singularity by BTS

10) Get Cool by Stray Kids

22.  What is your biggest fear?

another one that im not able to answer at this time.

23. What’s your go to hairstyle/

Literally don’t have one. I get out of bed, get dressed, and go to school. I don’t do anything.

24. who is your role model?

Idk. I don’t really have one. I really look up to my sister, Ella, a lot. 

25. what was the last compliment you received?

idk, the most recent one I remember was my moms friends mom was going on about my hair colour even though I hate it and we were literally standing by the hair dye in walmart looking at new colours when she walked up and interrupted.

26. What was the last text you sent?

Confirming smth for a talent show group im gonna be a part of.

27. How old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? (if this is a shock or a spoiler for you, you’re either wayyy too young for this site or wayy too stupid) 

I was probably about 5 or 6? I had a lot of cousins who were older than me who liked to spoil things. I was able to convince my parents I still believed until I was about 11 tho.

28. what is your dream job?

Dream job? I thought I’d be dead in the trunk of a car by now!!

not really, but uhh idk

29. how many pictures do you have on your phone?

Idfk? five years worth ig?

30. have you ever peed in the woods?

Wtf kinda question is this? but yeah when I was younger. like 4-7 ish maybe?

31. Do you still watch cartoons?

Tbh not nearly as often as I’d like. I love Gravity Falls and I wanna get into Steven Universe, though from what I’ve seen it’s not a cartoon it’s art. 

32. Favourite dipping sauce?

no

33. What do you wear to bed?

Sweat pants and a hoodie

34. Have you ever won a spelling bee?

Nah mate. I can’t spell for shit.

35. what are your hobbies?

crying in the dark instead of doing my hw.

36. tea or coffee?

yes

37. are you going to change your last name when you get married?

hah “when”! idk if I do get married I’ll probably hyphenate or steal my sisters idea and do some sort of mash up of the last names, kinda like a ship name.

38.  do you believe in ghosts?

meh

39. what’s your biggest pet peeve?

People

40. the last person you called?

I facetimed @panickingposters

41. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

hah GAY

42.  what shirt are you wearing?

damn another trick question! I’m wearing my PFTW Tour hoodie.

43. what is your phone background?

lock screen is FoB lyrics - “ I love the world, i just don’t love the way it makes me feel”

and home screen is a space edit of the trans flag.

44. do you like it when ppl play with your hair?

As long as they do it right @goodmorningchicago

45. have you ever been drunk?

no but i wish i was

46. favourite lyrics rn?

“Like awkward silence..

caw

caw

caw”

47. summer or winter?

autumn

48. day or night?

sleep during the day, everything else at night

49. dark, milk or white chocolate?

k first of all? white chocolate isn’t even fucking chocolate. so that ones out.

second, milk chocolate is just sugar and milk. also out

Dark it is!!

50. who was the last person you cried in front of?

My therapist earlier today

[nyradragon]

marla you're always so fashionable! do you have any tips on where to buy clothes or how you pick your outfits??

Oh my god this is the sweetest thing thanks babes!! Um i normally buy my stuff from F21, H&M, Hot Topic, Urban Outfitters, concert merch(?) and A LOT of my clothes are from my mom so older things that she wore when she was my age!

As for styling them i’m not to sure i just match up things that i like so normally in summer times if i wear shorts or skirts i wear crop tops or bralette and normally pair them with a oversized jacket of some sort unless it’s really hot. I’m starting to feel a bit more comfortable with my body so i am converting to wearing jeans more with crop tops bc i’ve honestly gotten to the point in my life that i’m just like fuck it wear what you want and don’t worry about what others think! i also wear a ton of body suits because they’re honestly the best and so simple and if you wanna dress it up you really can! (also they’re so comfortable!) jumpsuits/rompers and dresses are always easy af no pants to deal with just throw it on and your done!

But in the winter time i wear a lot of sweaters or layers so tank tops with a fluffy cardigan or just a cropped sweater with some jeans or for your lazy days just oversized sweaters! Even though i live in a place mainly known for there winters i still don’t have the best wardrobe for it!

Honestly just pick what you feel more comfortable in, like if you go to the store pick a bunch of stuff and only buy it if you feel great in it! you wanna feel comfortable in your clothes because they’re like a second skin! show off your style and personality through your clothes at least that’s how i like to do it! You should always have outfits that make you feel good like you could honestly do anything you want and just be confident and comfortable while doing it!

Wear whatever the hell you want as long as you like yourself in it! Don’t worry about what others think because none of that matters as long as you like what you put on!

[lily-liegh]

i wanna go back in time and erase whatever weird thoughts i had about clothing and the bizarre idea that wearing dresses is “girly” bc no, dresses are not girly, they are the best summer wear. case and point:

coolest (temperature-wise) summer wear you will ever wear. appreciate the breeze on your legs and arms. if you don’t like the idea of that same breeze throwing up your skirt, wear longer dresses. they are still cooling

top and bottom combined, thus much better than a skirt which you have to find a top for. it’s like an outfit in one!

imo, this makes dresses cheaper because you don’t have to buy pants and tops - you get both ^^ 

solid colours? patterns? plaid? there are a million colours to choose from

and style, like geez, you could make an entire dictionary of dress styles. you need something with long sleeves? longer? with a cinched waist? there are dresses in that style!

not going to lie, everyone looks good in a dress. find styles that suit your figure. 

did i mention how cooling wearing a dress is? like so long as you don’t find sheer dresses (vintage and charity shops sells nice dresses) the most you might wear under a dress are undergarments and a cami. if you cover up all your skin, you can get away with leggings and a light long-sleeve.

so yeah, for this massive heatwave - wear dresses.