#would use nair

[arachine]

for some rsn tumblr won’t let me type with white text but uhm it’s hot ASF and soon ima have to start wearing shorts 😭😭😭

[earthtooz]

i dont know if its your name or if you dont use pronouns but i just think of you as an entity kind of like the yippee creature witha mix of kevin leonardo /pos

THIS ASK WAS SO NORMAL UNTIL YOU SAID KEVIN LEONARDO?????????? HELLO>????????????????????????????

[crikitune]

waittt wait imagine the batfam doing the "we listen and we don't judge" trend!? (forgive any formatting errors, first time making a post like this!)

all: we listen and we don't judge!

dick: when I first came to the manor, i used to strategically time whenever I'd do acrobatics -off the chandeliers and stuff, of course- to when bruce was about to walk in just so i could see him look terrified and start freaking out. it was the height of comedy to me

jason: lowkey a mood... damian: tormenting Father seems to be a common passtime with this group.

all: we listen and we don't judge!

barbara: when i first became oracle, i hacked all of my ex-boyfriends devices and gave each one irreversible viruses. now anytime i get bored, i go mess with their replacement electronics in reversible but annoying ways

steph: sounds incredibly healing! cass: as you should.

all: we listen and we don't judge

jason: when i attacked tim in the titans tower, i did it in an adult-sized Robin costume.

steph: PFTT- WHAT duke: ...why, man? just why?

jason: ...I thought it was symbolic and poetic justice.

all, laughing a little: we listen and we don't judge!

cass: When i was still learning to communicate, I'd sometimes pretend not to understand what people told me so that I didn't have to answer their questions and they couldn't pester me about it ☺️

jason, laughing: ohhh cass that is EVIL tim: god, i wish i could do that with the board members...

all: we listen and we don't judge

tim: when i was going to Brentwood during my Robin days, my alcoholic roommate found my Robin costume, put it on, then passed out in it, so I had to literally peel it off of him and then gaslight him into not remembering it.

dick: WHAT. jason: bet you couldn't get that smell out for ages. tim: i really, really couldn't...

all: we... we listen and we don't judge!

steph: when i first met tim, i smacked him in the face with a brick. also i started dating him without knowing his secret ID, so that was pretty brutal...

cass: you deserve better. tim: hey! i wasn't that bad! steph: ehhhh you were, but it's okay cus I love ya and we're over it now!

all: we listen, and we don't judge.

duke: uhm. around when i first started living at the manor i thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Dick, so I put nair in his shampoo. it backfired spectacularly.

dick: THAT WAS YOU!? damian: i thought only Todd would be so idiotic... steph: *breaking down in laughter* tim: you were the one who started the 4 month long prank war!? jason: duke. i'm going to hit you. duke: ...aha, oops?

all: we listen... and we don't judge.

damian: ahem. you all remember the box of kittens i found on patrol a few weeks ago, which father forced me to bring to a shelter? *nods* well i did not give them to the shelter. they are in my room. i let them out everytime you all are out.

steph: ohmygod, dami, whattt jason: damn, you are a delinquent after all!

dick: wait damian. where are the kittens now.

damian, who's hoodie looks suspiciously padded: nowhere.

dick: damian show us the kittens right now-

all, as dick starts wrestling damian to retrieve the kittens: we listen- and we don't judge!

[the-artist-grimm]

How would the lamb or nair react if the other turned really small

Narinder-he's used to it, he was giant for 1000 years and met the lamb as such so he's just amused

The Lamb, Anthea-Tiny spouse so smol smooch smooch smooch

[aphroditeinthesea]

https://www.tumblr.com/aphroditeinthesea/773968497663492096/can-you-do-pjohoo-characters-x-child-of-eris

can u do a child of hebe version?! ❤️

child of hebe x pjo

thank you to this post that i used for inspiration

˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ���꒱ ‧₊˚

jason grace

cutest couple goes to… literally the sweetest couple together. he fell in love with you the second he saw you. he had just gotten to camp, doesn’t know even his own name, and all of a sudden he sees this angel of a girl walking towards him. you two are so perfect together, just soft boy, soft girl, soft world.

percy jackson

he definitely fell for you very unexpectedly. like he always just sees you as this girl who his friend, and suddenly he’s looking at you and it just like “oh.. OH.” being a child of the goddess of youth, you two get along so well. he’s being a silly goose and everyone’s like “dude grow up” but you guys are just giggling together.

leo valdez

same thing with percy, you two just get along so well, smiling and giggling together. And it wasn’t like either of you suddenly realized you had a crush on the other, it just somehow faded into a relationship until at some point you two are being all gushy and coupley and you’re just like “are we dating?” and he’s like “are we not married?”

luke castellan

i feel like he would be so protective of you. he knows how innocent you are, and compared to him, he just wants to shield you from everything. Not that he lies to you about what goes on, he just wants you to be safe and stay far, far away from the whole bad stuff he does.

travis stoll

so cute together. also very protective of you, but you give him ideas for pranks and you’re so enthusiastic about it, too. and if anyone dares cross you, i hope they like having nair in their shampoo.

connor stoll

PERFECT TOGETHER so serious. like the perfect. mesh of sweet and silly and just my little babies. You two would def start dating because ehe had a massive crush on you but surprise, surprise, you had a crush on him, too. You first fell for him when you saw him and his brother getting yelled at and you just caught eyes with this cute boy who was so funny. and blah blah blah now you two live in a beautiful penthouse in nyc with a cat for you and a dog for him and you get coffee in a cute cafe down the street every weekend and wear matching jammies and i just realized how much i wrote for him but i really feel that you two would be perfect together.

piper mclean

my girls ugghh like you two just have this chemistry together. You guys are so cute together. picnic dates, sleepovers, attached at the hip actually. whenever one of you guys get invited somewhere, everyone just expects the other to come along and if they aren’t there, everyone’s like “who died 😦”

[cameronspecial]

OMGGG, I woke up today and thought of smth. It's gonna take forever to make if you do make this, but..

Drew starkey and Y/N, they meet at a fancy restaurant like this GIF

And Y/N thinks he's cute and she's like there waiter or smth and Drew is out for dinner w the cast to celebrate season 4 starting and she's just like really smiley or smth, anywaysss. They get eachothers numbers and talk a bit later that night and she finds out he's a Actor and he played in OBX and what not so she starts watching it and they eventually get tg after more talking. IDK, I WANT IT TO BE LONG LOWKEY, OR CHAPTERS OF THEM MEETING AND TALKING, HE FINDS OUT SOME HOW THAT SHE STARTED WATCHING OBX OR A MOVIE HE PLAYED IN AND SHES ALL BLUSHING AND EMBARRASSED, IDK ITS SM TO ASK- PLSSSS PLSSSS PLSSSSSSSSS PLEASEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

-Autumn

That's Him?!

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Masterlist

Y/N has been texting Drew all day. She shouldn’t have slipped him her number last night, but he was too good of the match not to take the chance to get to know him better. The table he had sat at was big, filled with, who she assumed were, his co-workers. They were all polite and respectful, helping make her job easy by being patient and stacking their plates when they were done, yet he stood out to her even in the sea of faces. He was attractive, no doubt, and always caught her attention with the most charming smile. He would joke and try to make polite conversation as she served his table. So once the time for them to close their cheque came, she took the opportunity to write her number down on his receipt. It turns out, the feeling is mutual. 

I swear I didn’t know that Nair was a hair removal product. Logan didn’t believe me though. She giggles at his recounting of when he accidentally caused his brother to go bald, not noticing her sister’s arrival in the living room. 

The shift in the couch beside her causes Y/N to turn her sister. “Are you still texting that guy from last night?” Via inquires. Y/N bites her bottom lip to hide her smile, “Yeah. He’s really sweet.” “Well, hopefully, this turns into something more because you need to get laid. Anyways, I’m going to watch my show down here.” The older sister doesn’t say anything as her sibling picks up the remote and switches it to Netflix. 

Y/N continues her conversation with Drew, letting the show on the TV drown out in the background until a familiar voice sounds throughout the room. Her eyes flick up to the large screen and back down to her phone. She recognizes the buzz head and can’t believe his presence. She also doesn’t know why she never thought about asking him where he works. “That’s him?!” she yells, pointing at the screen. Via looks at her sister like she has grown two heads, “What are you talking about?”

“That’s Drew. That’s who I met yesterday and have been talking to.”

“Hold on, you are telling me that the Drew you have been talking to is Drew Starkey.”

“I guess.”

Via pauses the show and pulls out her phone. Her sister waits patiently as her sister types something in. The phone is turned in her direction and she looks at the various pictures of her new friend on the screen. “Yeah, that’s definitely him.”

———

After a few weeks of texting, Y/N and Drew finally set a date on their calendar. His hand rests on her lower back, leading her while the hostess shows them to their table. She sits across from him with a massive grin. His hand rests in the middle of the table and she reaches out to place her hand on his, almost knocking down her empty wine glass if it isn’t for his quick reflex. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I guess I’m still feeling a little Kooky.” Her eyes glance towards his face to see if he reacts to her teasing. His face remains stoic as he tries to figure out if she used the word for the reason he thinks she did. She recognizes his attempt and pushes it even more by going over the menu. 

“I wonder if they have any fish. I’m in the mood for menhaden or as it is otherwise known as pogue.” 

Certain that the jig is now up, he sets his menu down to give her his full attention. “So you know?” he confirms. She nods, “Yes, I found out a few weeks ago when my sister was watching the show in the living room. How come you didn’t tell me?” He sighs, playing with the hoop in his ear. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently. Or for you to be scared of entering a relationship with me because I travel a lot for work and sometimes get followed by a crowd of fans.”

 She gives his hand a soft squeeze. “I understand why you would fear those things, but I promise you don’t have anything to worry about. You are still plain old Drew to me and I have a thick skin from being a waitress, I think I can handle a few teenage girls.” 

He gives her a thankful smile and holds his hand up to her, “Why don’t we start over? I’m Drew Starkey. I act for a living and I think you are the most beautiful girl I have seen. I would love it if you would go on a date with me. She giggles and takes his hand. “Nice to meet you, Drew. I’m Y/N. I wait tables and I would love to go on a date with you.” 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Okay listen I adore batsibling content in fanon but each group gets a different type

Gossipy more like friends 80% of the time. will shit talk each other but if anyone says shit they’re getting decked. It’s fluffy but in the “you know I love you right?” Is said really awkwardly after the other sibling is surprised you’re on their side way Jay and Dick

Sweet and fluffy I don’t like angst in this at all give me a very healthy very wholesome soft relationship that’s just good all the way through Tim and Dick

So sweet it hurts tooth rotting fluff needs the same taste as cotton candy with the weight of a brick Dick and Damian

Bratty younger sibling and anger issues older sibling get into fist fight and are hugging 30 secs later. Will punch each other in the face and then defend the other one against their parents without blinking. Damian and Steph

Very very awkward affection like I love you and would die for you but we’ve had like 3 whole conversations. Damian and Jason (on Jason’s end Damian’s a lil shit)

You know when your little sibling is finally no longer insufferable and you can finally chill together at family events and you’re like. Fuck wait you’re growing up stop that’s illegal. Damian and Tim

“I broke your laptop”

“Yeah well I put nair in your shampoo”

“I should’ve killed you at the tower”

“Don’t be a lil bitch bc you couldn’t handle the gig”

Jason and Tim

Supportive big brother who brags about his sisters achievements while being a lil worried she’ll beat him and no one will ever need him again and baby sister who tries so hard and does so well and hopes she’s living up to their expectations (dick and cass)

I’m friends with your ex now and so sometimes I’ll bring it up to fuck with you bc I think it’s funny energy like Steph tells Cass about what Tim has done during their relationship and Cass who loves Tim but also women has to affectionately beat him up now (Tim and Cass)

Cass and Damian? I don’t think I’ve ever seen these too interact in a fic where Cass can speak actually…. Fuck we need more baby Assassins squared content in this fandom

Let us commiserate on the absolute cringe of everyone else here without acknowledging we are just as bad (dick and Steph)

Cass doesn’t like Jason and so I will leave them out

Remember these aren’t their canon relationships these are just what I like to read in fanon (inspired by their canon relationships in most cases but also fully canon with dick and Tim we ignore any authors who say otherwise my babies)

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

paring: kenma kozume x fem!reader

genre: smau (^_^)!!, comedy, fluff, slight angst, college!au, slow burn (?), friends to lovers, constant pinning reader x in hard denial kozume

summary: the worst part of having a secret crush on yn kuroo, in kozume kenma's case, is that she's one of his close friend's ex and his childhood friend's sister. although y/n makes it clear she harbors deep feelings for the blonde, the two reasons that restrict kozume from making any moves, don't necessarily limit her, “no tetsu, I do not have a crush on your best friend aka my ex-high school situationship aka my recent ex’s best friend… but if I said I did what would the consequences be?” summaries aren't my best suit but wtvr

update sched: hopefully every wednesday n friday (im lying) (updates are often at random)

warning/notes: grammar errors, characters may be (definitely) ooc, profanity, kys/kms jokes, atsumu n yaku's years are off (atsumu is a senior n yaku is a junior), following usa school system btw, lowercase intended, *I FOUND OUT WAY TOO LATE THAT KOZUME IS KENMA'S LAST NAME AND NOT HIS FIRST 😭😭* uhhh none of the pictures used are mine!! (middle picture used made by hakiso_o on twt)

key

✎ - written chapter

profiles

malnourished art students + supportive parentals

kozu's paycheck

table of contents

01 ugly and bitchless

02 surrounded by homosexuals - ✎

03 stuck w me - ✎

04 fnaf

05 you. win.

06 denial is a river in egypt

07 whore house

08 moments before disaster - ✎

09 therapy

10 hi cheese

11 moral support - ✎

12 how cute - ✎

13 blondie #1.5

14 deja vu - ✎

hnnnghh marked as mature so idk if u all can see it but js lmk if u can’t 💔💔

15 monopoly

16 NOTHONGZ

17 sixth sense

18 chivalry isn't dead

19 #onebedtroupe - ✎

20 touché - ✎

21 grandmama chocolate cake - ✎

22 side-hustling - ✎

23 mistake - ✎

24 towels

25 nair hair removal - ✎

26 mic drop

27 cramps - ✎

28 TYPE SHIT

29 secret little personal diary

30 sassy man apocalypse - ✎

31 old man - ✎

32 nipples in a twist

33 BOLSHIE

34 me n the girls

35 introverted freak - ✎

36 first amendment

37 js bitch slapped my ex

38 golden setter

39 dad that stepped up

40 so feminist of you

extras

01 twilight

[richarlotte]

Hair Removal Methods.

I was heavily inspired by a post I found on Reddit when making this post. I haven’t seen too many posts about hair removal methods on Tumblr, and I have quite a few asks in my inbox about that, so it made sense for me to make a small guide with tips, methods, and recommendations. If you want more information, product names, my sugar wax recipe, or just recommendations, please don’t hesitate to send me an email or just comment below for me to respond.

Shaving.

Cost: $

Speed: Average

Smoothness: Average

Discomfort: Low

Tips/Methods:

* Always buy men’s razors. They usually come with  sharper blades that don’t clog as much as the blades on women’s razors.

* I only shave using hot water and when I’m in the shower. The hot water softens the hair and makes it easy to remove, and the flow of the water prevents my razor from clogging.

* The direction you shave is important. If you shave against the grain (the direction opposite the hair points), you can get a closer shave, but you risk ingrown hairs. Shave with the grain on sensitive areas and do multiple passes if needed.

* I personally use shaving cream from EOS and products from Topicals to lessen ingrown hairs and clear up dark marks. Shaving isn’t my preferred method or hair removal, but when I’m in a rush, it gets the job done.

Best for your whole body, especially large and flat areas like your arms and legs. It's cheap and effective but often time consuming. If you want to maintain a perfectly smooth body, you’ll have to shave or touch up at least twice a week.

Nair/Chemical Removal.

Cost: $

Speed: Medium

Smoothness: Smooth

Discomfort: Low

Tips/Methods:

* There are many brands but the basic idea is you apply the cream to your skin, wait 5-10 minutes while the hair “melts" off your body, then you wipe it off. You’ll definitely need to shower after using Nair to remove any excess cream and to avoid burning your skin. I would say this is mandatory unless your specific brand says otherwise.

* The process will probably smell pretty bad. You'll want to wipe the cream and hair off with something disposable to avoid ruining your regular towels. I personally use tissue, you can use anything easily accessible.

* PATCH TEST BEFORE USE. These creams and powders are made from very really strong chemicals and can absolutely mess you up if you aren't careful. Everyone's skin is different, so put a little on your arm first, see how it reacts, then use it on a larger area.

Best For: Armpits and pubic hair. I find these creams are best at getting hard to reach or uneven surfaces that your razor might struggle with. This is also a good option if you are in a hurry or don't have the option to try the options below.

Epilation.

Cost: $$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: High

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* Epilators look kind of like foil shavers you'd use for your face, but the end has a roller with tiny clamps that essentially grab hairs and pull them out.

* Personally I think these hurt like a bitch, especially the first time you use them. You can definitely feel each individual hair get pulled out of your skin.

* The main benefit of an epilator (and waxing, discussed below) is that you're pulling the entire hair out, root and all. This means hair in that area will grow back significantly slower than shaving. It also means that if you're willing to commit to a routine, each future use with the epilator will be less painful.

* I highly recommend icing the area before and after to avoid swelling. That being said, the area needs to be completely dry for the device to work.

* Epilator performance has always been pretty hit and miss for me. They're good at getting coarse hair, but will struggle to get fine or short strands. Again, you will likely need to make a shaving pass to clean up anything left behind.

* Additionally, if your hair is too thick or the surface is too uneven, the epilator can get tangled and stop functioning leading to a super painful situation. As with any of these tips, definitely test on a small area and see how it performs for you so you can get a feel for the length/thickness your device can handle.

Best For: Flat smooth surfaces, primarily your arms, legs, and torso. Some people really love epilation, others don’t. I think epilation is an acquired taste and it’s not my favorite method.

Waxing.

Cost: $$ to $$$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: High

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* When you need to get 100% smooth there is no substitute. I love the way my body feels after waxing or sugaring and it’s what works best for me.

* I'll do my best here as a general overview but please watch some video guides before attempting this. I'll cover the two most common options I have experience with: soft wax, sugaring, and hard wax.

* Soft Wax: Hot wax is applied to the skin, then bandage strips are applied over. Once the wax cools, the strips are pulled off, taking the hair with them. This method is probably what you've seen in movies. They're good for getting rid of finer hairs, but unlike hard wax, you risk taking off your skin if you do it wrong. If you're trying waxing at home (especially for the first time), avoid this option. Despite the name, hard wax is actually much safer and what I recommend

* Hard wax: Hot wax is applied to the skin. Once it hardens, you peel the wax off by itself, taking hair with it. Since hard wax only bonds to hair and not skin it's a much safer option for beginners and does just as good a job removing hair as soft wax. This is what I use when I don’t have time to make my sugaring solution and I've never looked back.

* Wax is warmed in a... wax warmer! It's a little pot with a heating element, kind of like a croc pot. Hard waxes come in pellets that you dump in, soft waxes usually come with their own container that pops into the unit. Look for a wax warmer that can adjust the temp, not just an on/off switch. Most but not all have this feature. Each wax brand is different so you'll need more/less heat to melt it correctly, especially if you're doing a longer session where the wax can begin to solidify in the pot.

* Popsicle sticks are a cheap, effective way to apply wax. You'll want something disposable as it can get quite messy.

* Waxing, like epilators, will slow down your hair growth. This means the more you do it in the same area the less hair will grow back, and the less painful each subsequent application will be.

* Your hair needs to be a certain length for the wax to catch, so check your brand and plan accordingly. My professional technician has mentioned 1/4th inch is a good guideline for when to start waxing.

* As with every method on this list, please test on a small part of your body first. The wax will be quite hot (like getting into a hot bath) but not so much that it burns your skin.

Best For: any area you want super smooth or silky.

Laser Hair Removal.

Cost: $$$$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: Depends.

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* Getting started will take some time and effort. You have to set up a consultation beforehand before even scheduling a session where you'll talk to the professional, ask any questions, then work out your plan.

* Laser hair removal is a process over time, not a one and done. Considering each session can cost hundreds of dollars, we are talking a huge investment. It cost me $800 over 4 sessions just for a small area on my lower body. For larger areas, we could be talking thousands!

* On that note, the total cost is going to vary a ton. Not only will each area be priced differently, but most places require you to book multiple sessions in a row or packages of X sessions you can choose to use over a year.

* The pigment of your skin matters a lot. Generally speaking the darker your skin the harder/less effective the process will be. There are different types of lasers available that may make this irrelevant but you'll definitely want to do your homework.

Final Thoughts.

What matters most is time. If you have the time to wax or shave your whole body, go to a professional for laser hair removal or pro waxing, or epilate yourself, then you’ll have much better results than someone who rushes through everything. Learning, investing in quality products, and then actually investing time into the hair removal process will get you closer to where you want to be without wasting as much time or money as you would leaping in blind or with no effort.

Richarlotte x

[flippinpancakes64]

Hey can I request comfort headcanons for the cullens comforting a black reader who experiences a lot of racism. I just need some comfort in my life

Thanks✨️

The Cullens comforting a Black! Reader

Disclaimer I am 100% white so this is not something I can personally relate to

BUT I do know how to write comfort so hopefully this is still good

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He won’t fight someone physically

But he will threaten them with violence

He can handle hearing all of the terrible shit that people think of

But the moment that it actually comes out of their mouths, he draws the line

Especially if it’s about something that people can’t control

He asks you multiple times if you want him to report them, transfer schools, or even “take care” of them

He reassures you no matter what they said that none of it is true

Alice:

I feel like she knows everything around the school

So when someone dares to insult you, she insults them right back

She throws every single thing that they are insecure about back into their faces

I also feel like she has a pretty good relationship with all of the teachers

So she’s easily able to get into their grade books and fail all of them

She doesn’t stand for that shit ❤️

Jasper:

He also does not stand for that shit

He’s so guilty about his past that he doesn’t let anything slide

So you better be prepared to hold him back

Or one of the other Cullens better be there to hold him back

Because otherwise he will kill someone

Going forward, he uses his ability to make them feel like they are going to die

Like all of the impending doom and dread he can muster

Rosalie:

She doesn’t hesitate to slap that asshole straight across the face

And then immediately flee the scene

She takes you home, it doesn’t matter what time it is

She hates people who are assholes to people about things they can’t control

She does anything you want for the whole day

Going out to eat, shopping, watching a movie, anything

But after you fall asleep…

She puts glitter in their beds, nair in their shampoo, sugar in their gas tanks

Basically anything that can’t be traced back to her

Emmett:

Like Rosalie, he doesn’t hesitate

Unlike Rosalie, he doesn’t stop

He kills anyone who said anything to you

The Cullens have to flee the town

And the city

And the state

And maybe the country

He feels so terrible afterwards

Because of him, you now had to leave all of your friends and family behind

If you can forgive him, he promises that it will never happen again

But tbh if someone says that shit again he won’t hesitate

Esme:

She won’t attack someone

She’s a pacifist fr

But that doesn’t mean she won’t defend you

She goes OFF

Asking them if their parents would be happy, if their future college/employer would be happy

Basically she just threatens to ruin their life ❤️

After that she takes you home but she is still fuming

Mumbling to herself about how can someone be so idiotic the entire night

Carlisle:

He’s the kind to be very stern and angry

Like a scolding

“It is the year 2024 and you are still being racist? That’s a shame”

He also will not take them as a patient

This is a private practice so he can do what he wants

“Your arm is broken? Hm… I remember you being extremely racist to my partner not too long ago… you’ll have to go elsewhere”

People learn to shape up pretty quick when the best doctor in the whole state won’t take them

Vampire! Bella:

She’s not afraid to yell at someone in the middle of the school

Being turned into a vampire has given her so much confidence

But she has enough self control to not kill someone at least

She asks if you want her to though

And she means it

If you wanted her to she would

After that she tells you to call her if anyone else tries anything

[bunabi]

Solas has to wake up at 2am every day to buff his head to a mirror-like sheen. He used to use magic, but after joining the Inquisition, he realized that Dorian and Vivienne would clock the apostate hobo using Arcane Nair at a thousand paces, and has had to go analogue to maintain the illusion of his bald self.

Stoppp lmao 😭

I can see him doing his morning routine very early though, both to avoid other people & because hes in bed by like 8pm

He brings a 'whatever 👩🏻‍🦲 im going to sleep' energy to evenings that the party doesn't like

I want to see how he reacts to coffee

[a-song-for-ages]

Down Bad

Mix of hotd series and the books idk maybe

Somewhat eventual willem blackwood fic (age gap of like 13?)

no beta we go down like canon jon snow (he's dead)

pronunciation of daenerys that is used: dy(die)-nair-ris

Summary:

Daenerys Velaryon sees her mother dressed as a nun and knows she's up to no good but decides to let the Queen do as she pleases without interfering. (If only all parents had such children.)

Pt. 1

"Mother," her voice was soft, and still, and it cut through the air like ice. There was no warmth in it, not when she seemed to walk upon on her mother and her dragon - the less sensible of the two dressed like a virginal woman of a Faith she had little love for.

"Di," her mother turned, hair spun like the silver of the moon and gold of the sun - a stark contrast to her own, the black of night, the image that brought upon her family the scrutiny of lesser men and hisses of poisoned vipers awaiting to strike - nevermind the colour of their eyes, so light, her own, so dark, her brothers, and yet, contrasting and complimenting that wine of her own mother's.

Daenerys supposed if she and her brothers were the Targaryen children of Jahaerys and Alysanne reborn again, there would have still been doubts of their parentage, regardless of any dragon born to them in the cradle, or not.

Daenerys also supposed that if Visenya Targaryen had to appear to court in her ashes and declare them legitimate, she would have been questioned. And oh, the poor soul who would dare to do so. Daenerys thought of the three Maesters slain by her son, upon their questioning of his right to rule from the Throne. Would they have rathered he hid in the shadows and rule as the Hightowers did, when her grandsire had turned old and frail, tended to by maesters of their own, sending no word of when he succumbed to death?

There was no word to describe what she felt.

Luke. Dead. Arrax. Dead. Grandsire. Dead. Visenya. Dead.

Dead, dead, dead... dropping like ashen leaves of a weirwood tree.

"I am only going for a... ride," the queen's confidence had slowly died upon her mouth as she noted the pitched black of her daughter's eyes. They were calculating, and cold, and predatory, assessing her the same way Rhaenyra assessed those she had yet to consider as enemy, or ally. A dragon anticipating a hunt.

"If you were, then you would be wearing riding leathers," she said coolly, a brow only raising as the darkness dimmed in her eyes. "But you are not." Then there was a slight tilt to her head, and oh, how Rhaenyra saw her own self in her daughter's stance.

Rhaenyra regained her composure, and stopped her fingers from caressing the cool silver of her rings, when her daughter continued to drawl.

"And while Syrax is so stubborn to have you come to her for a ride," she paused, the dragon trilling a song in the air at the mention of her own name, maw opening the slightest in what would have looked like a gum-filled smile of a child who had gained recognition for a silly act... save for the fact that from Syrax's gums, came came black sword-like teeth protruding straight into one another. "She has come to you."

"A farewell, then, perhaps," her voice was casual, and her shoulders were laxed, but Rhaenyra knew, if anything, her daughter's mind often contradicted what she showed on her body.

"But to where?"

Daenerys had then folded her arms over her chest, and lowered her chin and looked pointedly at her mother - as she did to Jace and Luke and Joffrey and Aegon and Viserys when they were caught mostly by her, trying and failing to do what only she could. (Silly things, Rhaenyra remembered, like stealing the marbled balls from the Council room of her father's... back in King's Landing, when they were so very young, and her father was hale as a horse.)

Rhaenyra shut her eyes and considered telling her daughter the truth, before she decided against it. The less that knew, the better... but that did not mean she would be any less honest to her daughter, who had a most unnerving ability to tell when someone was lying. (And mostly, in her youth, when those light eyes she seemed to get from Aemon Targaryen, if what Rhaenys said was true, would train themselves upon a person, it felt as if she was mostly seeing through them, not at them. It had unnerved Rhaenyra when little Di was a babe, but she slowly grew used to it, until she found herself hoping to hide a thing from someone... and then she would find those ghost eyes of her daughter set on her.)

"I cannot say," she said, swallowing indiscernably, "but I trust that you will keep the knowledge of my venturings to yourself -"

There was a slight smile on her daughter's lips, but it was so bare that Rhaenyra knew it could disappear as quick as a feather on the wind.

Her daughter only nodded, rolling her eyes as she, "So a fool's errand, then."

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, and flexed the hand to her side, breathing out and deciding, "Mayhaps we shall see... I will only know once this course has been taken and done with."

Daenerys did not look entirely convinced otherwise, but Rhaenyra trusted her daughter to keep her secret, as was the habit of theirs, protecting each other's, not as mother and daughter often did, but as something other. Like friends. Like sisters... if Rhaenyra was to have one that would be entirely hers, and not her father's or Alicent's or anyone else with whom she had to share with... then yes, that was what her daughter was to her... and Rhaenyra was never sorry for it. Neither was her daughter, who had only looked slightly annoyed, but accepting and trusting of what her mother had planned. Even if she didn't know the half of it.

Approaching her daughter, Rhaenyra took her cold hands and rubbed them warm, bringing her only daughter to look to her, now, a slight frown had made its way to her lips.

Rhaenyra hated seeing her daughter so displeased, and said, "I will be back before the week's end."

Daenerys's displeasure only grew, as she turned to look away from her mother, not entirely thrilled at whatever information her mother sought to hold from herself - from Jace. She knew once her mother's disappearance became known, he would be the most wroth of them all. And it would only be her who would have to deal with it (now that Luke... Rhaena, Joffrey, Aegon and Viserys were all gone.)

Rhaenyra pulled her daughter in for a tight hug, and Daenerys reciprocated, holding her arms tight round the stiff grey clothes of her mother, and laying her head on her chest. I hope you know what it is you are doing.

"Do not die," was all she said, and when Rhaenyra kissed her daughter on her forelock, Daenerys had pulled away the slightest, eyes larger than a full moon, and shining with worry for all the dangers that could possibly present themselves to her mother.

"Do not worry yourself," Rhaenyra said, smiling at her daughter as she caressed the side of her face. "I will not." And Daenerys seemed to relax in the slightest at that.

"Have Syrax take flight near wherever it is you are to go," Rhaenyra looked as if she were to consider contesting that advice, "or, as far as she can take flight without raising enemy alarms. If she should not do so, then I shall, though only she would know when your life is threatened."

Rhaenyra smiled at her daughter, holding her face in both hands now, and she said, "If this will ease your worry, then of course," and she kissed her daughter on the head, before turning to give Syrax a last look - the she-dragon crooned and shook her head as Daenerys would when she walked out from the sea, body soaking wet, eager to reach the warmer waters in her room...

Rhaenyra turned back to her daughter, and with one last touch of her palm on her cheek, she left.

Daenerys hadn't watched her mother walk away. She hadn't said any goodbyes... hadn't liked any of it, ever since both her fathers departed themselves from her life. (She remembers the many men she considered a father figure... let it be her own grabdsire, or the White Cloak Ser Harrold Westerling, who served her own mother from the time long before she was a babe. They were all either gone now, to the Stranger or Balerion or the Sea or the Roots of the earth, or so far from her that she could not hope to hear their breaths.)

Instead, the young princess looked on into the sapphire eyes of her mother's dragon, and only thought, 'You best protect her when the time calls for it,' which somehow managed to elicit a huff from the she-dragon, who stretched her wings and gave her one last look before she took flight.

No doubt, the dragon named after the Goddess of festivities and drink had seemed to say, 'As if I have not done that my entire life.'

And Daenerys smiled then, ever so slightly, the air around her cold, but the warmth in her palms providing some comfort to her.

[whynotshaveme]

The woman's regret over agreeing to star in a hair fetish video was written all over her face, especially when she realized that "the special cream" that the barber used on her was Nair. She would be bald and browless for months.

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 19: Brat taming with Minho

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: restraints (cuffs), tickling, begging, mild degradation, oral (f receiving), hints towards overstimulation

Summary: He knows just how to get under your skin with his psychological games.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“On your knees.”

“Why?”

He lifted a perfectly manicured brow at you but his expression was otherwise neutral. “Because you were disobedient and we need to rectify that behavior.”

“So your solution to me not following orders is to give me more orders? Got it.” You retorted and rolled your eyes as he let out a huff of unimpressed laughter.

“Well we could always do things the hard way.” He shrugged and made a move to step towards the expensive-looking wardrobe that housed all your toys and equipment. You quickly dropped to your knees and looked up at him, scowling.

“Fine. But I fail to see how this is an appropriate response.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So finding you attempting to swap my shampoo for Nair after being told not to play any more pranks isn’t worthy of this response?” Your face heated up in embarrassment but you didn’t respond, refusing to budge. “Maybe playing a prank of my own would be a nice way to put you back in your place.” He hummed. “Bring me the handcuffs. And no funny business. I want you on all fours, cuffs dangling from your teeth when you bring them to me.”

You huffed as you shifted, crawling over to the wardrobe he’d previously moved towards. You pulled the cuffs out of a drawer on the left and clamped one end between your teeth. You looked at him with irritation in your eyes as you crawled back to him. He didn’t seem to care as you settled back on your knees and presented the cuffs to him with your mouth, waiting for him to take them. That bothered you more than him telling you that you’d disappointed him. You wanted some sort of reaction out of him. Anything. But he was giving you nothing and it was becoming distressing to you.

He took them gently and motioned for you to stand. You got up and crawled onto the bed when he gestured for you to. You were quiet and almost robotic as you followed his orders to undress yourself down to your underwear. Finally, the bed dipped as he joined you and you offered your hands up to him, knowing he was about to cuff you. “Uh uh.” He shook his head and you wrinkled your nose in confusion until he nudged you backwards and you got the hint. You laid down and he was quick to cuff you to the headboard. “It’s a shame you aren’t always this receptive.” He mocked and you pouted, looking away from him.

You knew he wasn’t being serious, that this was all part of the game, but it still got under your skin. He knew it would though and that’s why he said it. To be clear, your feelings weren’t hurt, you were just growing more and more irritated. He liked getting you frustrated because it made you that much more uninhibited and demanding.

“Take your clothes off.”

“I didn’t know you were calling the shots now.” He rolled his eyes as he threw one leg over you, straddling your thighs. Oh no. He only did that when he was trying to keep you from running. “Because you demanded it, now neither of us are taking anything else off. We’re gonna stay just like this.” He reached out and ghosted his fingertips right below your bra, lightly tickling just beneath your breast, and you whined.

“You’re doing that?” You weren’t really upset, this was one of your favorite punishments, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“I am. And if you wanna argue, I’ll go for your feet.”

“You wouldn’t.” You glared, afraid he’d actually do it. He knew not to touch your feet, you were far too ticklish there and it would just be plain evil if he attacked while you couldn’t defend yourself.

“You think I wouldn’t?” You didn’t respond and his fingers moved to your sides, dancing over your rib cage. You let out a squeal when he added pressure, tickling all along your sides as you writhed beneath him. It was only a minute but it felt like ages as he relentlessly tickled your sides, occasionally moving up to your underarms. “You think I won’t get you while you’re immobilized?” He challenged, not once letting up as you continued to laugh and squeal, fighting against his touch.

You couldn’t respond, unable to breathe more than was necessary to scream as you tried to shy away from him. When he finally gave you a break, you gasped for air and hid your face behind your arm as best you could so as not to look at him. Frustrated at your lack of response, he made to reach for your feet and you whimpered. He paused and lifted an eyebrow, glancing back to see you finally watching him. “You gonna give me an answer now?”

“Please don’t…” You said quietly, knowing he was looking for a meek response. You genuinely didn’t want him to touch your feet.

“And why not?”

“Look, I’ll be good, just please don’t touch my feet.” You begged, pulling against the cuffs and making them rattle against the headboard. Your response seemed to pacify him but then he launched another attack and you cried out his name. “Minho, stop, please! Please, I’m begging you.” You laughed, trying to get away as tears filled your eyes.

He complied with your request this time and when he stopped, you felt a wave of excitement crash over you. He leaned forwards and placed his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as his labored breathing fanned across your face. He was breathless from the exertion and your head was spinning as you took in his beautiful face, slightly flushed with a few droplets of sweat decorating his upper lip. It was impossible not to be horny at the sight of him.

“You’re begging?” He was clearly amused as he looked down his nose at you. Fuck he looked hot like that. “You’re begging for mercy over a little tickling? That’s kind of pathetic.” He teased and you pouted briefly as you admitted defeat.

“I am. I’m begging you to stop. I’ll be good.”

“I guess we’ll see about that.” He hummed as he shifted, bringing one leg between yours to nudge them apart. He quickly settled between them and you looked at him expectantly. “What, did you think I was gonna fuck you just because I relented on the torture?”

“Well I’d hoped…” You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, shaking your head. “Never mind.”

Your attention was brought back to him as he moved down the bed and you felt your cheeks heat up as he zeroed in on your pussy. “Already so wet…” He sighed before leaning in and pressing his nose to your panties, taking a deep breath to drown himself in the scent of your arousal. He let out a low groan and pinned your hips down with one arm when you began to squirm as he pushed your baby blue panties to the side.

You whimpered when he blew on your heat, trying to stay relaxed as he inched closer and closer to you dripping cunt. You couldn’t stifle the small plea that slipped past your lips and let out a sigh of relief when he pretended not to hear you, opting instead to run his tongue along your folds. Your breath hitched at the sensation and he did it again, teasing you. He knew you’d get desperate and start demanding he work faster. He was setting a trap as he closed his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue all the while.

You couldn’t comprehend that this was a setup, you were too focused on the way his mouth felt. You wanted to pull your hair out when he let off and went back to running his tongue up and down your slit, just barely touching your clit each time. After a few minutes of teasing licks alternating with harsh sucking, you felt like you were going mad. You were getting annoyed and finally, when he began sucking on your clit again, you trapped his head between your thighs.

He didn’t fight back more than was necessary to part your legs, hands holding your thighs open, and you finally started to relax as you got your way. You should’ve known better than to do that though. You’d just walked right into his trap, thinking he just wanted to eat you out and would finally stop playing with you.

He lapped at your cunt with vigor, holding you still as he groaned against you. You felt heat licking at your spine and knew you wouldn’t last long. You couldn’t last long with how eager he appeared to be. Within minutes, your whole body was overcome with pleasure and your thighs were trembling on either side of his head. You writhed beneath him as your orgasm came and went but he didn’t stop, drinking up every drop of your release until it was too much. You began to babble out a plea for him to give you a break and let out a sigh of relief when he backed away. Your relief was short-lived at his words.

“I don’t think you’ve really learned your lesson. I think you need to be properly punished.” He leaned down and quickly flicked his tongue over your clit, smirking at the way you jolted. “I’m gonna keep sucking on this pretty little pussy until I think you’ve had enough and you’re gonna take it like the good girl I know you can be. Understood?” You nodded at his words and let out a soft cry as he dove back in, set on giving you the second of many orgasms to come.

[houseofbrat]

In August of this year, Current Affairs editor-at-large Yasmin Nair wrote a blog post with a confident title: “Kamala Harris Will Lose.” Nair warned that Harris was already repeating Hillary Clinton’s mistakes from 2016, such as running more on personal narrative and empty rhetoric than on a clear vision for how to transform the lives of struggling Americans. She warned that Democratic leaders were taking their base for granted by contemptuously refusing to accommodate any of the demands of the “Uncommitted” movement over the war in Gaza. Nair’s analysis looks remarkably prescient now that Harris has, in fact, lost. 

Other writers made similar arguments here in the magazine. I argued, for instance, that Kamala Harris was worryingly focused on vibes and the parasocial aspect of politics, rather than on giving people a clear understanding of what exactly a Harris presidency would do for them. Harris made some very obvious blunders that revealed her to be a poor politician, such as her failure to come up with an answer when she was asked a (very obvious) question, namely how she would have governed differently than the unpopular incumbent, Joe Biden. Harris missed obvious opportunities to court voters, such as missing an opportunity to appear on the most popular podcast in the world, The Joe Rogan Experience. Rogan ultimately endorsed Trump, but his politics are malleable, and I very much suspected that a strong performance by Harris on the podcast could have won him over or at least kept him from publicly siding with Trump. 

My colleague Alex Skopic and I warned in August that Harris was making a mistake by abandoning progressive policies like a jobs guarantee and Medicare For All. This is not just because we think these are good policies that will help people’s economic situations at a time when they see living costs as a hugely important issue. And it’s not just because the policies are popular. It’s also because ditching the policies made Harris look opportunistic and dishonest. It was clear she abandoned them because she holds the (deeply mistaken, in my view) position that progressive policies are destined to alienate centrist voters and hurt you electorally. 

[ravenslvt]

hello shawdy bae 🤠

hope ur having a slay day!! was wonderin if i could humbly request a soap x reader where they’re chaotic besties and one day during their antics soap just….. leans over…….. and kisses reader……. bc it was so natural that it felt like the right thing to do. which leads to the world’s messiest confession ever.

ty!! 🫶🫶

soap x gn!reader fluff!! ☆

summary: fluffy confessions and kissing 💗💗

warnings: alcohol use

(thank you for this request! this was very fun to write:) i changed up the plot a tiny bit)

the team had just come back from a successful mission, deciding to stop by the nearby bar for some drinks of celebration. price ended up having to pay for the drinks.

talking and cheering could be heard from around the bar. it was filled with your teamates along with some strangers who lingered around.

soap and you had grown quite close over the time you’ve spent on the task force. not only were you great in the field together, but as friends you livened up the room.

you two sat in the corner booth beside eachother, laughing at his jokes while sipping on your drinks. he leans a bit close to your ear.

“watch this one” he whispers. his accent pushing through his words. he took an ice cube from his drink and looked around before aiming and shooting it into the collar of ghost’s shirt, causing him to gasp from the chill contact.

you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying to prevent yourself from laughing. soap’s attention went back to you to not seem like the culprit of the cold prank.

“hey- who the hell did that?” ghost looked around, the alcohol making him a little less aware. everyone shrugged, not sure what he was on about while you and soap snickered in the corner.

“you’re gonna get us fired” you playfully slap his large arm. he lets out a chuckle and squeezes your hand that touched him.

“just havin’ a little fun, darling” he smiles, the smell of whiskey on his breath. your gaze focused on his eyes, admiring them silently.

he noticed your stare, sipping on his drink. he shifted in the booth, facing you a little better. your name leaves his lips smoothly.

“got something on your mind?” his head tilts a bit. you found it kind of cute.

you were both in a buzzed haze, not focusing on anyone else in the bar but eachother.

“sorry… i was thinking about if putting nair in price’s beard gel would get me in trouble.” you made up a response, sipping your drink.

he smirked

“oh loads of trouble. but would be quite funny”

you both peered over at price who was deep into a conversation about mustache care with the lower level recruits who looked both scared and lowkey interested.

you turned back to eachother. he was the first to speak.

“it’s starting to get boring. how about we get out of here. i’ll walk you home?” he finishes his drink and looks to you.

lets see… stay around a bunch of drunk soldiers, or go home with one.

“let’s go” you stood up and followed him outside, saying your goodbyes to your team members.

you stood side by side in the dim light of the moon.

“quite the gentleman” you commented. your shoulders brushed as you walked but neither of you acknowledged it.

“least i can do” he replied, smiling down at you.

your conversation flowed casually while you walked. you only lived a few blocks away so it wasn’t too far. the breeze outside was nice. it was relaxing compared to the constant heat that usually the days are filled with.

approaching your front door, you both stood at the entrance.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, jhonny” you don’t move to leave yet. just waiting for his move.

he stared at you, his confidence wavering. you noticed a certain change in his look but when you open your mouth to speak he had leaned in twords you.

his firm hand gently grabs your face and he kisses you softly. you were taken aback, a bit surprised, but not resistant.

his lips tasted of a mix of cigars and whiskey.

you quickly eased into it, but before it could go on for too long he pulled away. you stared at eachother with kissed out lips and soft expressions.

“what was that for?” you were able to utter out.

he shrugged

“felt natural” his gaze hasen’t left yours.

“well, do it again” you cross your arms, challenging him.

he chuckled a bit and one of his hands drifted to your hip.

“what… got a crush on me?” soap teases. you flush and shake your head.

“what? no. you’re crazy” you look away from him.

….

“maybe a little” you mutter.

“what was that?” he cupped his free hand to his ear. you roll your eyes, playfully shoving him. he didn’t get thrown off balance of course. he squeezed your hip and laughs.

you focused on his smile and the sound of his voice.

“i said… i wanna kiss you again” you admit. a bit emberassed.

“can’t argue with that” he leaned in again but stopped himself halfway.

“but, um, you do like me right?” he cautiously asks, looking into your eyes with care, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“god, yes i do, idiot” you smiled and grabbed the back of his head, bringing his lips to yours once again into a more intense kiss.

you felt him smile into the kiss. he wrapped his own arms around your waist to bring you closer.

“how about you invite me in, lovley?”

💗 i hope you enjoyed this is my first attempt at writing soap. i’m very thankful for all my requests and i’m currently working on them :) sorry if this is messy i haven’t written fics in a long time!