#modelsque

[allurequality]

love a good editorial modelsque vibe

[chipen]

THERE  ARE  THINGS  TOMURA  IS  ADDICTED  TO  -  HE  HAS  many  a  vice,  and  many  a  way  to  scratch  these  particular  itches.  he's  addicted  to  gaming  -  or  was,  when  he  had  the  time.  he's  addicted  to  worrying  the  scar  at  his  lips  that  his  father  had  granted  him  -  but  most  of  all,  he's  addicted  to  power.  control.  tomura  is  wise  enough  now  to  know  this  is  because  of  his  childhood,  of  his  entire  existence  being  something  out  of  his  grasp.  it  trickles  over  now  to  a  want  for  that  security,  for  a  want  to  be  on  top.  he  needs  to  hold  power  -  power  in  his  deadly  fingertips,  and  oh,  he  has  so  much  of  it  now  as  the  illustrious  grand  commander...  as  the  former  leader  of  the  league  of  villains.  as  a  symbol  that  strikes  fear  into  the  hearts  of  all.

but  nothing  is  quite  as  delicious  as  the  power  he  holds  over  kai  chisaki.

the  powerful  former  yakuza  is  so  sweet  in  his  lap,  receptive  to  the  pleasure  tomura  grants  him  now.  hands  of  decay  have  shaped  him  into  a  needy  thing  -  a  being  more  reliant  on  tomura  than  anyone,  one  that  sheds  their  propriety  for  the  sake  of  his  guiding  hand.  he'd  be  lying  if  he  said  he  didn't  love  it  -  didn't  love  the  way  those  beautiful  golden  eyes  darkened,  and  kai's  gorgeous,  modelsque  features  contorted  from  disdain  to  pleasure  with  each  pass  of  his  fingertips.  typically,  tomura  liked  to  break  his  toys.  but  that  hadn't  been  necessary  with  kai.  if  anything  -  he'd  put  him  back  together.

the  hand  that  strokes  him  is  loose  and  lazy,  fisting  his  cock  with  precarious  strokes.  it's  not  really  enough  to  be  satisfying  -  but  he  is  nothing  if  not  cruel,  and  fuck  -  he  loves  the  way  kai's  strong  frame  rolls  against  him,  chasing  pleasure  and  need  alike.  he's  so  pretty  when  he  stops  attempting  to  be  uptight  -  and  tomura  loves  pretty  things,  so  kai  is  met  with  a  squeeze  of  his  hand,  one  dangerous  fingertip  swirling  about  the  slit  of  his  cock  before  returning  to  lazily  stroking.

❝ such  a  good  boy. ❞  comes  his  coo,  lashes  befalling  crimson  gaze  as  their  noses  butt  together,  as  breaths  come  shared  and  their  lips  sink  together  in  hunger.  it's  a  lazy  kiss  -  unhurried,  tomura  nipping  at  the  former  yakuza's  lower  lip  and  tugging  lightly,  before  sucking  just  a  bit  until  it  swells.  between  passing  breaths,  the  wet  sounds  of  tongues  and  lips  and  gently  massaging  mouths  -  he  speaks  again,  voice  wrapped  in  sin,  and  red  eyes  dangerous.  ❝ behaved  so  well,  accomplished  so  much...  must've  been  hard,  huh?  waiting  for  me  to  come  home  again?  all  cold  and  lonely  and  empty?  you're  right. ❞

the  hand  that  had  been  stroking  him  pauses,  and  tomura  moves  with  all  his  supernatural  strength  -  gripping  the  former  overhaul  by  his  slim  hips  and  standing  from  that  extortionately  priced  gaming  chair.  with  a  few,  lumbering  steps  he  turns,  and  tips  them  back  into  the  rumpled  bed.  once  there,  tomura  props  himself  over  kai  briefly,  and  cuts  a  savage  smile.  ❝ patience,  little  bun. ❞   voice  dipped  in  hunger,  raspy  tenor  lit  with  desire,  he  lowers  his  head  -  trailing  a  flurry  of  nips  down  the  swell  of  the  former  yakuza's  chest,  over  his  abdomen,  the  v  of  his  hips,  and  then...

strong  hands  grip  his  thighs,  and  with  that  same  strength,  he  hefts  kai  upwards,  until  his  legs  rest  upon  his  shoulders  and  his  lower  back  is  off  the  mattress.  thighs  thrown  wide  -  tomura  is...  unabashed,  staring  down  at  the  winking  hole  before  him,  and  finding  he's  unbearably  hungry.  he  cuts  a  jagged  smile  again,  teeth  sinking  briefly  into  the  meat  of  an  inner  thigh,  before  he  speaks  once  more  :  ❝ let  me  eat  first,  then  i'll  reward  you. ❞   and  the  grand  commander  dives  forth,  lips  pressing  flush  to  that  warm  pucker  before  his  tongue,  clever  and  salacious,  laps  around  the  edge,  and  then  licks  inside  of  him.  tomura...  tomura  moans  then,  basking  in  the  taste,  the  warmth,  the  heat,  and  the  knowledge  that  such  filth  undoubtedly  drives  the  former  oyabun  insane.  good.

For as much that Tomura plays along with him, Kai knows that he plays along right back. So, when Tomura makes some vague, elementary comment about organelles, Kai lets out an amused huff as opposed to a frustrated one.

"And what is a powerhouse of a cell, exactly?" He asks, brows furrowing, and head tilting as a finger taps at his chin; but before he can continue with his own teasing, he feels something within him stir as Tomura speaks.

Dammit. How did he always do that to him?

"I...do." Kai breathes, holding Tomura's gaze, because he has to. Not due to any form of coercion, but...well, he can't seem to tear his eyes away from Tomura. He finds that happening a lot now, as if there was some invisible force pulling him to Tomura. He's not completely sure what it all means.

Pheromones, maybe?

"Oh, you're making fun of me." He deadpans, his own fingers twitching as he feels Tomura's hand move. He still doesn't break their eye contact. "Even so. I am not prone to whims. My actions are methodical in nature. Whims are impulsive and often unexplainable. There's no-oh."

The gasp that escapes him is quiet, as the file flutters to the ground, a few of the papers inside falling out on the way down. "You find your pup a...annoying?" He manages to ask while he lifts his hips just enough to rock them forward, into Tomura's hand.

He'll pretend, for now, at least, that the insult didn't send a shiver down his spine.

His arm wraps around Tomura's shoulders to keep himself in place, quiet moans and whines escaping him as he thought on Tomura's request.

Begging? Had he been begging? He supposed, really, nowadays, he was always begging. Tomura never felt close enough for comfort, which at times still shocked even Kai, himself.

But, well, if it was begging he wanted...

"I...I've been a good boy, haven't I?" Kai questions, the words already having him blushing. "I did everything you asked, and then some. And you know even now—even still—I'd do even more. If you wanted. I think I...earned something, a bone, you could say, especially since you've been leaving me for so long."

There's a tilt of his head as Kai bumps noses with Tomura, stealing a slow kiss, his tongue poking out between his lips, sliding over scarred skin, all while quiet pleas for more escaped him.

"Bug." He begs, his voice suddenly much smaller. "Please."

[antmrankingskd]

Tu

Place: Runner-Up (Tie)

My call-out average: 4.58

Panel call-out average: 3.91

Favorite Photo: Subaru Campaign

Least Favorite Photo: Bathtub Shot

Tu was one of those contestants who should’ve dominated the cycle and claimed the title with ease. She immediately stood out as one of the most naturally modelsque girls in the cast due to her breathtaking face, strong bone structure, and spectacular body. Unfortunately, despite her massive amount of raw potential she never became the major frontrunner I hoped/expected she would be. Not saying that Tu was weak at all or anything; in fact she had a solid portfolio and rarely faltered throughout the competition. She slayed the Zalora fashion film, her Subaru picture was fabulous, and her contribution to the Bus group shot was one of the highlights of that particular week; she also ended on a good note in the Avant-garde shoot. However, nothing else she did outside of those moments was all that great and she ended up with a lot of satisfactory/middling performances. At the same time she didn’t have any significant hiccups either, just a couple of disappointing outings in the Bathtub and Ice Queen photoshoots. I think Tu’s biggest issue was her posing. She tended to over pose often and came across as robotic or stiff as a result. I also wasn’t convinced that she fully mastered the angles of her face. It was clear that Tu’s strengths were mostly in motion. In addition to her amazing fashion film, she also had a great runway walk, which helped her snatch the win in the go-sees challenge. If she could’ve taken the magic she had in motion and applied it to her pictures on a regular basis she probably would’ve stomped all over the competition. Tu was a strong contestant and I was alright with her finale spot since she was consistent all around, but I wish she had fully lived up to her amazing potential.

[amadryades]

I love being a woman, I hate feeling inadequate. I am short and flat chested and young in the face and I can't help the feeling of disappointment I feel. I suppose most women had that dream of growing up to be this "ideal" woman as I child and in a way I almost feel robbed that I can't be "womanly". I'm "pretty" and everyone who has liked me has said they liked me for my good heart and the kind way I treat others. I know that's what's important, but sometimes I feel like my body is a cage. 1/2

I can't help but compare myself to other women, with their beautiful curves or statuesque figures and their easy smiles. I talk about body confidence but hate my own. I don't know how to be happy in my body without wanting to claw myself out of it. It has gotten to a point where it stops me from forming relationships and going after things I want. I know it shouldn't be this way, but God, it is for me. 2/2 

 ( you didn’t sent the last part on anon but I’m keeping your anonymity, in case you did it by mistake)

Your message really touched me, and could have been written by me without changing one single dot. Except that I’ve spent half my life envying your traits. I’d literally die to be petite, with a boyish frame, gamine-like myself and I would be  so annyoed whenever I heard girls who had the package complaining, althought I know I am not considered “unattractive” as I am- I even receive compliments, just like you do. You probably have  heard the “love yourself” mantra a million times, you probably are sick of it,  you’d give everything to get praised for your looks and not your personality- you already know how bright and kind you are, it’s something higher that you want.

But please try to think differently for a while. You can always ask  from a dietitian to prescribe you a diet to gain weight so you can appear curvier, but you’re being wrong about the “ideal” woman. Beauty standards are hideously absurd and relative: the curvy, statuesuqe body type you admire might be hot right now but just a few years ago it was considered ( and still is) gross, a sign of idleness, uncontrollable sensuality and lack of discipline, while your modelsque physique was the epitome of elegance, grace and femininity. This relativity is in your favour, because the “ideal” woman you wish to be is not just one, and can’t be easily defined. Every woman is the ideal woman in her own unique way. What makes you being one is the beauty you already have but do not appreciate, and most importantly than your anatomy, it’s your personality traits that illuminate you. 

* Needless to say a therapist would greatly help you. If you can go please do, thing will be so much clearer for you.  Sending you all the love ❤️

[percyspersonalopininon]

9 Irene

My callout 6.73

Official callout 4.78

Oh Irene definitely the most modelsque girl in the cast and yet I just couldn’t fall inlove with your photos , I just think you look like an you should be posing with confidence and almost an arrogance about you but I felt most of your photos where almost timid I felt that your highs like your beach party and horse where effortless and radiant but some of your lows like your castle disco and cube where akward and it’s clear you didn’t know how to work the styling so your clearly a model I just didn’t love you in greeces next top model

[satyrcon]

i dont have my diary so i will be using my tumblr lol

i've been feeling really anxious lately. with school ending i have been getting real scared of the future again lol. i have my internship, and i have a good feeling that things will go well. i think its just my own fears and my perfectionism projecting into the world.

i need to change the way i think, but idk how. i always go into things feeling defeated, because the one time i really tried to be the best at my job, it failed spectacularly.

this was between the years 2015-2017. and despite it being a job i really had no interest in, i really wanted to prove myself.

i was working at a restaurant as a hostess. the job transformed me. i was a shy, 17 year old girl from the west end, who was suddenly thrust into a very bougie old money environment. everyone i worked with had family in country clubs, who lived in big houses in the city, they all went to private school etc. etc. etc. i felt like i didn't belong, the girls i worked with were modelesque, the boys were handsome and were headed towards law school etc. but through my work ethic i gained a lot of confidence, and through my peers i developed a style that made me feel like i belonged. working at this particular restaurant, even though the job was menial, had a sort of reputation that elevated my existence. i wasn't just some girl who worked at the butcher shop anymore, instead i belonged with the modelsque girls who worked at this place.

anyway, by 2017, i was 20 years old, and i had become the senior hostess, and by witnessing other people rising through the ranks, i thought that i would have a similar offer made to me. and it motivated me to work really hard. i would wake up at 6 AM, do a full face of makeup, put on my best clothes, and take the hour and a half commute to the place. i would train everyone, i would manage the front of house. i enjoyed it even when i didn't like the tasks at hand because i was convinced it would pay off with some form of clout or respect from the management team [who were extremely corrupt]. i even got another job at a gallery that was closer to my house, that was more fulfilling, and was actually closer to what i wanted to do, and i still remained at the restaurant, out of this feeling of loyalty.

anyway. one day, i get called in on my day off to cover a shift and i happily accepted. and i come in, and i work, and there is a miscommunication, and suddenly, my good deed lead me to being humiliated by a manager in front of customers, in front of the person i was training. my coworkers. the other girls would have never been treated like that, but for some reason i was. and in that moment, i knew that no matter how hard i worked, or how pretty i made myself, or how much shit i took, how many stripes i earned, i would never belong, i would never be given the promotion/the raise/the reputation of being good. and in that moment, i walked out, i quit.

no one reached out to me. my friends who i loved so much never messaged me. to this day, they still hang out, and never invited me. it was like i was finally ejected, i was an outlier that was finally caught.

and from that point on i had developed a specific type of apathy that has stopped me from ever really trying hard. i show up, i clock in, i clock out. i dont talk to people during my lunch breaks. i barely respect any managers i have ever had, even though i have worked for some good people who didn't deserve my iciness. it's like the event scarred me. even though its been years, and in hindsight this place was never supposed to be important, i have latched onto the experience and use it as a shield.

every new job ive started since then, i have this type of attitude where i dont even want to stay even before i start. i calculate how i talk to people, how i present myself. and its honestly only lead to more turmoil because i've remained like a loner. i dont really make friends through work.

i want to release this habit. it doesn't serve me any longer. i learned my lesson, but now, i want to thrive. i want to forget it ever happened. i want to go into this new job excited and eager, and receptive. i want to prove myself again and succeed.

this event has stopped me from reaching my true potential. it has honestly poisoned a lot of my experiences. and i shouldn't let it dictate me for any longer because its so truly unimportant, despite my own attachment to it.

[crazytummyblog]

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[moonfairi-blog]

you know what i’m sick of?

seeing fictional women that are strong, independent, fierce, and badass but only with modelesque figures

give female characters broad shoulders

give female characters muscular legs

give female characters jacked arms

give female characters a chiseled back

give female characters a bulging six-pack

if you only ever make female characters with stereotypical modelsque figures, you’re still perpetuating unrealistic female body standards

[thelastraigeki]

Why I RP as Yautja and Turtles

I said that I was going to be writing up something which explains why I play certain races in roleplaying which don't fit into certain genres or criteria? Well, this is going to be that post. I'm not really having anything structured, so this is all done on the spot. I just feel like I have to seriously explain myself to myself and maybe others who want to understand my way of thinking and doing things.

For those of you who know me personally, I've been living a double life. One in the outside world, and one behind a keyboard and monitor. I am a free-form text roleplayer. I assume the name, face, and actions of a character and have them interact in a world of make-believe. Sort of like Dungeons and Dragons but without a set system. For my fellow roleplayers... you know who I am, what I do and everything. So, where do we begin?

I've always was different, always had to be different, especially growing up. When I recall my days in elementary to high school, I've never really made an effort to be part of a scene in particular. I was a drifter, a loner with a few friends. So, I think... this also plays in part to why I play certain races such as the Yautja, better known as the Predators of the film franchise of the same name, and the crossover franchise, Alien vs. Predator. And more recently, I have been playing a TMNT OC.

I began roleplaying sometime around 2001 and I started out in the AOL chatrooms. Back then the big thing was anime (still is by the way) and everything was Dragonball Z chats. Everyone was a Saiyan or some... Saiyan with mixed heritage. For me, it got pretty annoying and I decided to do something different... I also was seeing a lot of bishounen or bishoujo type characters. Flawless characters who were boinkable or modelsque who had powers which were planet busting. No flaws. So, I decided to RP as something which most would find ugly or not traditionally aesthetically appeasing. I also wanted to have some really nasty tech. So, I decided to RP as a Predator.

My way of thinking is why do what everyone else is doing? Be different. Break the mold. Yes... I know, it sounds like I want to be that special snowflake.

So I go to other rooms, and they were more or less the same as the AOL chats. SMC being one of them, and to my surprise it was like high school. Very much full of cliques, sometimes elitists. Yeah, that place didn't leave me with a good taste and I still did what I did-- play a Predator character in there while everyone was either this Saiyan-Angel, Saiyan-Demon, Saiyan-Unicorn-Vampire-Dragon... whatever. That's not to say I haven't made a few friends there but... they're far and few between.

Shortly thereafter when SMC died (Thank God...) I was introduced to the SRI. Now, I had a hard time getting my character in there because was a no-tech rule enforced by someone who hadn't been in the room for YEARS and it had to be reminded to me by it's players. I still brought my Predator character in. Why and how? In my mind, regardless if a world is more primitive and set in a certain time period, there is NOTHING stopping an extraterrestrial presence from dropping by and checking it out. I mean, if you believe in UFOs and Extraterrestrials, they stop by on our backwater planet ALL the time, so why not another, lesser developed world? The no-tech rule was still enforced, and I remember doing well without the more advanced gear for Rakai'Thwei-- and he took on some heavy hitters without his cloaking device or his plasma caster.

By now, more people started getting used to me... more friendships were started and some... eventually genuinely liked the character of Rakai'Thwei. Why? Hard to say but I'm glad to know that people loved and still love him. It makes me feel good that other player controlled characters off-handedly mention him in good memory... or bad, as Rakai has hunted A LOT of magic users who were also bishoujo or bishounens and SUCCEEDED.

Over the years more chatrooms were made, most of them pretty generic as they mostly revolved around a lake and a forest. And I still played Rakai'Thwei and his clan over there in those places. By then people knew me as "That Predator Guy". Or something... Hey, at least I wasn't a cookie cutter bishoujo or bishounen. Again, why do what everyone else is doing?

So, for a few years I was making my own chatrooms but they were meant to break the monotony of the fantasy medieval genre. My first room was AVP: Forever Hunt-- and it was set in a colony installation. It got very little traction. So sometime after that, I believe... four years after, I was approached to admin a room called Warzone and it was set in modern Earth... For a while it was doing good but there were falling outs with members and admins, and I was ousted of my position. But I was proud of it, there were little to no magical bishoujo or bishounens, or folks with unbeatable god-like power.

Now, I know what your asking... Phil, why didn't you make your own chatroom? Well, I did... It was called City of Shadows, and it drew inspirations from World of Darkness, Alien vs Predator, Marvel, DC, Street Fighter and other things. For a while, the room was pretty successful. All the way up to 2008 to 2012. But I think what contributed to it's fall was that... I let a certain crowd from the CBUB into the room, and one of them was making too many chatrooms and formed an exodus. Basically, all my players were stolen. But my world was different, my world was something meant to break away from the whole fantasy-medieval, sword and spell thing. And if you were a magic user in that world, which are allowed but you were a minority and the world and it's inhabitant would have a violent backlash. It was also set in Philadelphia, and if it was ever at all unwelcoming... well.. that's because it's A reflective part of the city itself, and the world we live in.

I deleted the chatroom in 2013 and then later on recreated as Philadelphia: City of Shadows. It has gotten little to no traction since. I think we all know why...

So years later on, the SRI is revived again... Why? I don't know. I bring Rakai back or rather... the current, main interpretation of him from Philadelphia: City of Shadows. The SRI Universe version of Rakai was later retconned into being a separate entity, who left the world of Spyradion. This one did what the SRI Universe version was unable to do... and his tech still worked (although the no tech rule MIGHT have been loosened up or no one was around to enforce it) to do enough damage to player characters. After he returned to his universe... I didn't know what to do.

So, I brought my TMNT OC in.... I love Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and this character has... had something of difficulty in being accepted in other rooms. Particular for the way he is played. I don't play the 1980s Toon TMNT in mind... No, I play with the 1984 Mirage comics in mind... where the TMNT were angry and violent because they were reflective of the world which Eastman and Laird created.

He was also a character of few words because in two chatrooms he existed in, he was in ninja mode 24/7. He had to be. One chatroom called Dice Masters was set in a weird... cosmic setting... I don't remember too much of it, and I quite damn well don't care. All I remember is that there was one player who bitched at me because of my formatting and I just decided to not return. Another room was called Operation Syndicate which was a room that drew inspirations from Mad Max, Hokuto No Ken and other series which... I don't know but I was welcomed with open arms. For a while, I could play Giger Van Gogh as the ninja he should be-- a silent vigilante who resorted to lethal and permanent methods to deal with his enemies. Unfortunately, there were some complaints from fellow players that the character was unrelatable, overly violent, and generally anti-social. Considering the world that room was set up with... He HAD to be. You wanted to approach him? Go ahead. You wanted to be friendly with him? Earn his trust...

Then I was banned from the room for simply playing the character the way I wanted him played because an admin was quite fearful that I was going to have him off her characters. That and I made a joke regarding the Starwatcher hunt which happened in the  SRI in 2001 - 2002.

Now in the SRI... he doesn't HAVE to be in ninja mode 24/7, because there are weirder things than a mutant Turtle who is a ninja. So he is much more approachable. He sort of fits in... but he doesn't considering his origins and period of time he's from. That, and there's the Symbiote. The reason why I brought the Symbiote in was to better deal with some player characters, and it was inspired by a game mechanic in Heroclix. Yes, in that game, I have played Symbiote bonded TMNT.

But in comparison to other characters, Rakai'Thwei included, Giger Van Gogh is an under-dog type character. Underpowered compared to many others, despite having the Symbiote which boost his speed, strength, stamina, durability and what not. His weaknesses are exploitable and I've noticed an increasing number of characters now wielding sound magic. Coincidence? But I like Giger Van Gogh, as he sort of makes me have to approach things in a different way... I have to sort of Batman my way in doing things.

Every now and then I get asked: "Well, why don't you make something that fits in? People will flock to you."

My answer to this is: Everyone else is doing it. Personally, I don't like to play humans because I see them as fairly weak in comparison to many races unless they are Street Fighter types-- and I play one in my own chatroom where she belongs. I don't like playing Elves because in my opinion, most of them play them as either hoity toighty tree hugging hippies and they are way too aesthetically pleasing. I've been asked to play one before from one player... did it, and I didn't like it. Angels? Too pious. Demons? Never saw the appeal... that and I just feel like most people play them wrong (they aren't handsome bishounen... See Zozo for an example) unless they're incubi or succubi. Werewolves? Who hasn't done that? Vampires? BOR-ING! Especially with how Bram Stoker, Anne Rice and Stephanie Meyer tailored them over the years. They should be mindless, raging, blood thirsty monstrosities... like seen in 30 Days of Night.

So... I chose to play a Yautja because I liked the physical differences they have from humans, the superhuman abilities which they had back before all this PREDATORS and Prometheus bullshit came out. And they had some really wicked tech to boot. I choose to play a TMNT because they are something which I happened to have grown up with, and they're still pretty powerful but not overly so as say a Yautja. Plus, neither side are aesthetically pleasing... and they don't use magic, which I feel is very over-rated and over used.

I like being different. Why do what everyone else is doing?

[snacmc]

I swear to God, if Nina is a stick-thin, modelsque type, I’ll fucking riot. There’s nothing wrong with that body type (it’s what we see on every other tv show and movie), but when you’ve been waiting years to identify with someone in a story, you want to see it correctly translated to a big/small-screen adaptation.

Top things Netflix should not do to mess up SOC:

Change the F*****G ethnicities of the characters

change the plot in general tbh, idk

downplay kaz and inej’s respective traumas

don’t pass off everyone as straight

feel free to add more

[jaxonah]

GOT7 Reaction to you being 5′10′ (177.8 cm)-

(for anon)

Mark-

Mark being just slightly smaller than you didn’t mind ONE bit. He thought it was hot having a taller girlfriend. “You’re like so Amazonian babe. I just wanna hang off of you.” “Mark i’m one inch taller than you.”

Jaebum-

Jaebum sometimes wished you were just a tiny bit smaller but he loved you none the less. “No heels exceeding half a centimeter babe.”

Jackson-

Jackson LOVED your modelsque height. In private. In public, he always tried to wear shoes with lift so he could appear at least a little taller than his bae. “Shrink down babe! I’m small enough!”

Jinyoung-

You and Jinyoung being the same height made no difference to him. He fell in love with who you are and not your height. You could be 7′2′ or 3′4′ and he’d love you the same.

Youngjae-

Youngjae loved having a girlfriend that was the same height as him. One of the reasons he was able to fall in love so easily with you is the fact he could legit look into your eyes at exact eye level.

BamBam-

 When BamBam and you are with eachother, you both look like actual real life models due to your height and body types. He fell in love with that comparison. “We’re too good looking to be apart, babe.”

Yugyeom-

Yugyeom being the giant he is, like having a girlfriend so close to his height. He considered it sexy and cute.  

[antmrankingskd]

Beauty

Place: 4th

My call-out average: 4.25

Panel call-out average: 4.13

Favorite Photo: Pin-Up Giant Shot

Least Favorite Photo: Subaru Dogs Campaign

Beauty immediately jumped out to me as one of, if not the most modelsque girl in the cast. Her body was just ridiculous and she had a breathtaking face that could appeal to both commercial and high fashion brands/briefs/concepts. I also thought she had a stellar runway walk, as shown by her challenge win in the first week and the few glimpses I saw of her in the finale fashion show. However, it took a bit of time for her to find her groove in front of the camera. In the first five weeks of the cycle her photos were usually pretty good (Subaru shot aside), but she never wowed me and was outclassed by some of the other top competitors like Mia, Jachin, and Adela. I was relieved that she finally stepped it up and delivered fantastic shots in the Supermarket and Pin-Up Giant photoshoots, both of which were some of the strongest pictures of the entire season. I quite liked her final Subaru shot as well, and I don’t think it should’ve eliminated her at that point. Beauty did have a few weaknesses though. She struggled with confidence and often had to be coached on set, though she did improve as the weeks went on. I also noticed that she didn’t show a lot of variety with her face and had similar expressions in a lot of her shots. Despite those drawbacks, I really believe that Beauty would’ve been a worthy finale contender and I’d be happy with her winning as well. Her look had so much potential for success outside of the show, and while it took some time for her to develop I still found her portfolio to be very strong overall.