#ugh i just LOVE thinking about kit with different hair colours

[wikitpowers]

Kit with Strawberry Blonde hair >>>>

WHOEVER U ARE UR A LITTLE RASCAL!!! THIS IS ACTUALLY MAKING ME WHEEZE BC U KNOW ME SO WELL :') LIKE WHAT AM I GONNA DO??? DENY U A STRAWBERRY BLONDE KIT POST??! AS IF!!!!

here we fucking go,,, let's begin by saying that strawberry blonde kit would literally be the reason i get up in the morning

im kinda sucky when it comes to certain hair shades but this is the strawberry blonde we’re talking about, right???? RIGHT????? because it would look so good on him ahhhhg <3

↳ the first pic here is so kit herondale coded i am actually mind blown. like kit WOULD wear little butterfly hair clips, he would🦋

[cult-of-the-eye]

tma makeup headcanons:

Jonathan "serving cunt" Sims:

S1 Jon doesn't know what makeup is (he absolutely wore eyeliner every single day at uni but he's not letting everyone else know that)

He like spot conceals but that's about all he feels comfortable getting away with while maintaining his air of professionalism

He also despises the feeling of foundation on his face

S2 Jon is barefaced as the day he was born. My man's last priority is how he looks, he's too busy buying axes in central London and stalking his coworkers

S3 Jon has none of his makeup with him but he's got loads of spare time and Georgie has a whole drawer so he experiments a little bit, he goes for Kajal (black pencil eyeliner lining the inside of your eyes) instead of his previous winged eyeliner but he hesitates at the any colour because she managed to pull it off but he's never been one for drawing attention to himself like that but one day he goes for a burgundy or like dark purplish red colour and he's quite pleased with himself

I feel like Jon would go for a natural kind of look, with concealer and a skin tint at best, some dark brown eye shadow to deepen his hooded eyes and kajal

Martin Kslaying Blackwood:

Ugh I love this man so much

I'm literally such a fan of trans Martin it's pretty much canon to me so I'm headcanoning that he's very hesitant about makeup cause he was a late transitioner and had only just gotten used to passing recently so he doesn't want to do anything to risk that

But he's such a slut for a nice little blush or like a subtle lip tint

He goes for powder blushes cause liquid ones feel sticky on his face and also powder blushes just Look Nice

He also likes lip tints cause he's constantly rubbing off lip products, with the multiple mugs of tea a day and it's getting awkward handing Jon mugs of tea with faint lipstick stains on them

He keeps an emergency kit in his bag with like some eyeshadow if he needs to darken his facial hair and on a whim he puts a baby pink powder blush in there and a matching lip tint

So it's not like he decided to bring it to the safehouse, it was just sort of there

Jon finds it and he's like let's go, we're going down to the shops and buying some, we're gonna do some experimenting and Martin's like oh!!

When he was working for Peter Lukas, he was also barefaced, he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he put effort in

Timothy "Take notes" Stoker:

This man is such a fun makeup guy

He's a random dots around his eyes, shimmery colourful inner corner, new colour every day, just drawing shit around his eyes kinda man

He's a no foundation no concealer kinda guy as well I think

ugh just can you imagine??? They have a little tally of what colours/patterns Tim's using today and somehow he never managed to repeat a look - it might be a repeated colour but the pattern or the way it's used it's always different

And then one day he just stops. He still wears makeup but the colours are more muted and they make his eyes look bruised in a very decisive way

It's almost as if he's spent ages on a look and then tried to scrub it all away

Sashay Away James

She's such a glamorous girly I feel like she really enjoys the process of makeup more than actually changing the way she looks

I'd love her to be doing the whole shebang, spending hours picking the right primer and stuff like that

She goes for the yeah I'm wearing makeup and I'm slaying look

I feel like she's so good at a little nose highlight

Can you imagine every day Tim greeting Sasha every morning with like a love the highlight girl and it makes her happy every single time

Oh she's such a fake freckles girly absolutely

Hated false eyelashes cause they feel weird

Not Sasha believes makeup is pushing feminism backwards

[iloveallmyocs]

the third person part-2

here’s the second installment, it’s just been a few weeks since Kari broke up. I apologize in advance for the angst.

 July 2015

Mari dug her fingernails into her palm, stopping only when the skin around it turned to an alarming colour. They reminded herself to breathe and to not stare. At least, to not stare so obviously.

After putting in some effort, Mari’s respiratory rate was brought down, only for her to look at the young couple again and for it to rise once more.

Kit looked the most relaxed he had been for the past few days, the wind from the beach blowing on his hair, damp due to LA humidity. He had his fingers entwined with Ty’s and the two of them stared into the ocean, neither of them noticing the other’s rosy cheeks as they were too busy trying to hide their own.

Every once in a while, Kit would steal a glance at Ty and his look would shatter Mari’s heart into a million different pieces. He looked at Ty like as if he were all the things that were worthy of love in the world combined together. Mari knew that look. Not long ago, Kit had looked at her the same way.

She was as familiar with the look as the sky was of the stars and seeing that look being directed at someone else felt like Mari had been robbed. 

The Nephilim and downworlders involved with taking down the demons once and for had been called to Los Angeles for a celebration. Mari had been unwilling at first to go all the way to the united states just for a party, but had changed her mind when she received an acceptance letter from UCLA. The department of ecology and evolution were glad to have her on board as a marine biology major.

That wasn’t the only reason for her to change her mind, although it was enough of a reason, there was another. She had also arrived because Kit had requested her to do so.

‘I don’t want us to be one of those people who pretend like they never happened after their breakup’ he had said, ‘please, you’re like my best friend and I’d love for you to be there and you’re coming to LA anyways’

Mari was glad that Kit considered her to be his best friend but that didn’t help with the sharp pain in her chest that she got every time she saw him with Ty. 

Mary supposed that in her situation, she should hate Ty, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Whenever she looked at the boy, she saw too much of herself in him. The way his eyes lit up when talking about marine life, the way his hands at his side didn’t cease its motion sometimes, the way he too glanced at Kit when he wasn’t looking.

“You’ve been staring at those two white boys for a really long time. You’re not planning on murdering them or anything, are you?” asked a voice from behind them, bringing them back to the present.

“Murder seems like a bit of a stretch, doesn’t it?” suggested Mari, turning to face the source of the voice. It had come a girl who looked almost the same age as Mari, a girl with the kindest smile they had ever seen.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, it’s Dru’s influence. You can’t have a conversation with her and not hear the word at least five times, not exaggerating” agreed the girl.

Mari managed a smile, probably for the first time in a few weeks. “My name’s Maria Machado, call me Mari, everyone does”

“Thais Pedroso”

so here it is, part 2, let me know what you think.

I originally was going to add a Mari-Ty interaction scene but then came across another fic (ugh I can’t find the fic someone help me, they talked about marine biology in it)

tagging people interested in Mari content (lmk if you want to be added/removed):

@littlx-songbxrd @thechangeling @ti-bae-rius @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @foxglove-airmid @the-wckd-powers @wagnerthedragon @adoravel-fenomeno @lxdyblackthorn @icouldnotask @fair-childd @goodoldfashionednerd @fevermadness @hardlymatters @carstairgray @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 @thecodexsays @thechangeling @littlx-songbxrd @anarmorofwords @kitandtyarelife @cant-think-of-anything @clarys-heosphoros 

@greywarens-magician step one complete 

[bittywitches]

How do you think Grayson would act when meeting your younger sibling (like toddler)?

This is such a cute concept ok I wrote this with the thought of like,, 17 year old y/n and Grayson and 6 year old sister

I think before he’d even end up meeting her he’d be so nervous? Like of course he’s excited but he has so many hopes for when he meets her and he’s scared it’s not gonna go how he’s imagining it

You guys are still so young, you both met and became friends as freshmen, and only started dating at the end of sophomore year, but you already knew how much of a baby fanatic he is. He’d mentioned how excited he was to have a kid of his own, and he was always just so fun and loveable around kids. There’s been a few times where you’d gone to the elementary school nearby to volunteer, and Grayson had become best friends with almost every kid in the class you were helping with. It was easy, the kids were naturally attracted to him, and he was just so soft and tender with them. It made your heart swell, sometimes making you think about what it’d be like to have kids of your own with him someday... but you’d of course get embarrassed as soon as the though entered your mind.

Either way, it was safe to say that you were confident that your sister Oviya and your boyfriend would get along.

He, however, was incredibly frantic on the trip over, you having to drive because you didn’t trust him to with his bundle of nerves.

“But what if she doesn’t like me?”

“For the billionth time Gray, she’s going to love you.”

“How do you know? There’s a very big chance she’s gonna hate my guts.”

“You do know she’s a six-year old girl and not a high school cheerleader, right?”

“Y/N seriously! What am I gonna do if she doesn’t like me?” He looks away from the street his eyes have been following and looks at you. “I’m literally already in love with her, she’s the cutest thing ever all the photos you’ve shown me are so adorable and I just want to hug her and be best friendsss” He whines, falling back into the car seat as he brings his hands up to rub his face. “And oh my god that photo you showed me of her in that little blue dress and tiara? The one from her birthday? UGH-” He claps a hand onto his chest and clutches his shirt, groaning. “She owns my heart babe I will be BROKEN if she doesn’t like me, do you hear me? BROKEN!” 

You can’t help but try and stifle a laugh, trying to shield your giggles from him as you turn into your street.

He scoffs. “I can’t believe you find this funny.”

“I’m sorry but it is!” You shake your head. “Besides I told you already, it’s not like this is the first first time she’s meeting you, she’s talked to you on the phone before and she loved you then!”

“That doesn’t count.” He crosses his arms. “Some random person on the phone she can forget about isn’t gonna be her best friend.” He mumbles under his breath.

You laugh. “Babe, it is hard enough trying to keep that girl’s attention. The fact that you were able to keep her on the phone for like, 20 minutes, that’s enough to earn you a medal or something.” 

He sighs. “I just really want her to fuckin like me.”

You look over at him, his solemn eyes staring out the window, and you can’t help but feel a bit soft for him. “God, you’re adorable.” You say, pulling into your house’s driveway. You park, turn the engine off, and twist in your seat to look at Grayson. “She’s going to adore you. So much.” You take his face and give him a quick peck on the lips, then turn around and step out of the car. “Now come oooon, I’m sure she’ll be-”

“Y/N!!!” You hear that familiar high pitched voice behind you, and you turn to see Oviya standing in the doorway, her hair in two little pigtails and the biggest grin on her face.

You sigh, smiling at her. “-waiting for you.” You finish.

Grayson steps out of the car on the other side, walking around and up to stand beside you, and the second his eyes fall on to the sweet little girl now standing on the porch in her little denim shorts and flashing sneakers, his eyes soften, the smile on his face growing so wide.

"Hey Vi, when’d you get home from school?” You shut the car door and scurry up the steps, bending down to give your sister a hug.

“Just a lil while ago.” Grayson made his way up the steps behind you. Oviya looked up at the boy, and he smiled at her, almost too giddily. 

“Hi Oviya, I’m Grayson!” He crouched down next to her, so he was eye level with her. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

“You’ve met me already!” She exclaimed, giggling. Grayson smiled, laughing in return.

“Okay, I guess I have. But I’m happy I get to meet you in person! I love your shoes!” He looks down at them, and she grins at him.

“Thank you! Look, I can do a trick-“ she stomps both her feet on the ground one by one, making them flash pink and blue again.

Grayson gasps. “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool! Where’d you get them? You think they’d have a pair in my size?”

She bursts out laughing at that, and Grayson can’t help but stare at the way her tiny hands come up to cover her face.

You, watching all this, once again feel that familiar warm fuzzy feeling in your chest, the same one you felt when Grayson had talked with Oviya on the phone.

“Oh! Oviya, I’ve got a little surprise for you.” He stands up and slings his knapsack off of his back. You look at him questioningly. What was he up to?

Oviya’s eyes widen. “Ooh! What is it?”

He sticks his hand into his bag, then pulls it back out to reveal a colourful box around the size of one of your school binders.

“Well, Y/N told me that you really like drawing and making art so...” he hands it to Oviya, and she grabs it with wide eyes. You lean over, curious to see what it is he’s giving her, and you eyes widen as well.

“No way did you get her-“

“An art kit??!” She rejoices, her mouth agape as she runs her fingers over the pictures of all the supplies she’d find inside, ranging from pencils to crayons to markers to paints, oh and all the colours and types and papers and—

“Do you like it?” Grayson asks, crouching down again, her silence unnerving him a little bit.

“Oh my gosh yes, thank you!” She places the box on the ground before throwing her arms over his shoulders, hugging him so tight. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

Grayson grins from ear to ear, wrapping his arms around the small girl. “Of course,” he says, then pulls away from her. “Wanna go try it out?”

“Holy crap yes!!!”

“Hey, language.” You finally speak up, still a bit mesmerized yourself at the gift.

“Sorryy,” she said hastily, picking the box up off the ground and rushing into the house, eager to start using the supplies.

Grayson gets up to follow her, but you grab his arm to stop him.

“Gray, how did you even know she wanted that kit?”

“I saw it in your camera roll, remember? When you were showing me pictures of her? You said she wanted it.”

“So you just got it for her? Gray this thing is like fifty dollars.”

He shrugged. “I’ve been saving up.”

“For what? Like six months??”

“Hey!”

“I know what your allowance is like Dolan.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Does it matter? Look how happy she looks.” He peaked into the house and saw her sitting at the kitchen island, looking through the different patterned papers with stars in her eyes.

You can’t help but feel your heart triple in size. “Fuck, how are you the sweetest boy in the world?” He turns back to face you, smiling again. You return it, almost feeling like there may be tears prickling your eyes. You chuckle, cupping his face in your hands and pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

“I love you.”

He grins. “Yea, I know.”

“Grayson, what’s your favourite colour?” You hear Oviya yell from inside, and Grayson pulls away from you, grabbing your hand to pull you inside the house.

“Why do you ask?”

“I wanna draw you!”

He turns to you again, covering his mouth with his hands. “She’s so fucking cute I’m gonna die.” He whispers to you, and you laugh, closing your front door behind you.

[doctor-clair-pine]

💍 + Ian!

HEADCANONS MEME: WEDDING EDITION!!

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

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@mentorxfather

where they get married In Ireland for sure, in a nice venue by the see, maybe even on a cliff. like in the movies. 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ) A spring wedding, so there’ll be lots of flowers, at noon, so it’ll be sunny but they’ll have a nice breeze. 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. ) Nothing too traditional, but how about a the age-old tradition of handfasting? (having their hands tied together with braid, or something similar).

what their wedding cake looks like Easy - looks traditionally white but is three layers, each different flavor, tons of gummy bears on top and fifteen ice cream flavors.

….who smashes cake into whose face Clair into Ian’s because she’s the playful one and I swear I’m crying thinking about it XD

who proposed to who first Oh. I think Ian would break first.

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ) Ha. Well, considering Ian’s record. Maybe Clair would be scared to walk down the aisle. But she’ll do it anyways, trusting him to wait for her at the alter.

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like He will wear a classic black tux, because he’s a classy guy. With a lily in his pocket that matches the lilies in Clair’s hair. (Maybe even the Kerry Lily?). And Clair would have a retro 1920′ish inspired dress like this, but with the lilies in her hair. 

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have They’ll keep it simple, white and minor touches of yellow since it’s her favorite color.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? ) Oh lol, the Kerry lily and maybe some Calla lilies?

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ) Not sure about Ian’s maybe he’s best improvising, but Clair would stay up all night rewriting her vows and eventually speaking from the heart; how his hair is glamorous and how she loves him til her heart aches.

if anyone’s late to the wedding I don’t even know who’s invited XD neighbors? Hospital friends? Possibly Clair’s family. 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other That is a wonderful question. XD I’m sure they each can dig up a couple of buddies.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing Whatever they’ll like, they’re not gonna be picky on it.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? ) No speeches.

who catches the bouquet( s ) A nurse from the hospital who’s desperate in getting a man because lols.

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? ) Sweet, pure, moments when they’re not even looking at the camera, but are so consumed by the moments. looking into each other eyes or laughing quietly and looking down... jsdfhgkjhfgk

what sort of food they have at the reception ugh, classy finger food?

who cries first during the ceremony CLAIR!

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. ) They both get drunk fairly fast, Clair dances the best but Ian puts a good fight when drunk. and obviously by the end of the night they’re slow dancing the drunkness away with her head on his shoulder and him holding her close. 

what their rings are like Ian’s a white gold with the celtic knot, fairly wide. And Clair’s would be the womanly thin version of the same ring, so she could wear it with her engagement ring that she’ll love dearly. They’ll have and a french engraving on the inner rings; éclairs et tonnerre (lightning and thunder U_U).

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. ) First aid kits for a hangover that are filled with candies.

where they go for their honeymoon Egypt and Morocco. Because why not. (Plus she’ll love seeing him sweat and tanned and eating ice cream naked ahem).

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. ) Someone would get so drunk he’ll fall and crash one of the tables, but they’ll all just laugh about it. 

who officiates the ceremony A random pastor.

what song their first dance is to - LA Mer (but this version).

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle Ideally, it’ll be Clair’s dad. But for some reason I do believe it’ll end up being her maternal grandfather. 

[ziloufs]

Glitter Faces

The first 3 songs, Dan was struggling to steady his strides, and more than ever, he wished he could hold onto Phil for support. Somehow, the clumsiest man alive, was gliding across the floor, looking suave, and dare Dan say, sexy in the dark lighting of the rink.

Word Count: 1339

Rating: T

Ao3: HERE

And somehow, after all that content, I still needed to find another way to tell the story. Excuse the title, it doesn’t even fit with the mood of the story, but yah I’d like to think I'm funny. This turned into some introspective thing about dan, and the pressure of societies boundaries that it puts on gender, and the individual, but other than that, its pretty fluffy <3 enjoy.

 “Ugh, isn’t rollerblading practically the same as Flamenco class, just on wheels?”

It was spain, the Creator Summit housed Dan and Phil for a few days of “Youtube related” festivities. They’d checked into their room a night ago, and it was slowly approaching the end of day two, with the last event on the Summit Itinerary being the roller rink. Dan was absentmindedly picking at the hotel note book, flipping pages and making little tears while he was waiting for Phil to finish blow drying his hair.  

They were going to go to it, obviously, it would be great to their American friends again, to see Anthony again, however, Dan knew his hand-eye coordination was next to nothing. Phil appeared from the bathroom, still wrapped up in some towels, waving his messy mop of hair around.

“...that doesn’t make sense Dan, but, Anthony invited us to his room to get ready with him, It’s a themed roller rink party!” Phil made his way over to Dan, the cordless blow dryer in hand. “A 70s themed roller rink party, Dan.”

Phil playfully shook his wet hair in front of him, some of the spray soaking into the hotel note-pad and his shirt.

“Phil!”

“And, Anthony showed me some --facial embellishments-- that I think you’ll like.”

It was a silver sequin and metallic eyeshadow kit; it was somewhat costume-y, but  makeup nonetheless. Phil knew him better than himself. Pulling out a makeup up set, saying he could “ambiguously wear it for the party”. It was so tempting, and that offering, it made Dan so damn happy.

Dan had some experience with makeup: eyeliner temporarily blinding him at sixteen. Secretly though, he longed to actually wear it. Rose coloured highlighter, champagne eyeshadow, brow liner, and maybe even clear mascara. However, those wishes stayed in the confines of his mind. It was funny, because people were so accepting on youtube these days, men were running their own beauty channels, men were running successful makeup companies.

But, he wasn’t them, boldly extravagant, flaunting his “feminine” prowess to the masses. In little bits and pieces he was trying, bringing out the ‘softer Daniel’, painting his nails, and making throw away comments about makeup looks, but still, this was Dan, and his physical embodiment prevented him from ever going beyond day dreaming. The stigma with “men in makeup”, no matter how wrong he knew it was, always stopped him.

But when he turned to Anthony and Phil happily helping each other apply it, asking one another, Is this good? Should I put more sequins? Dan felt comfort. With the support of Phil and Anthony by his side, sporting sequin, silvery looks, he felt confidence. He had the safety of a themed party to justify his glittery eyes. He could let his physical embodiment go, just for tonight.

“I think we look like a couple of smokin’ bros, ready for a night out on the town!” Anthony exclaimed, wrapping his arms around both Phil and Dan.

“Hopefully this doesn’t sweat off as soon as I attempt to rollerblade.” Dan turned his face to the mirror, inspecting the delicately layered sequins, over a smoked out metallic underlay. He was proud of his work and loved Phil even more, for giving him an outlet like this.

“Oh it definitely will, I’m going to force you two to go speedskating with me around the rink.”

The first 3 songs, Dan was struggling to steady his strides, and more than ever, he wished he could hold onto Phil for support. Somehow, the clumsiest man alive, was gliding across the floor, looking suave, and dare Dan say, sexy in the dark lighting of the rink.

“Need some help over there?” Phil questioned, arcing around Dan and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Ugh Phil, piss off, I can do it.” Dan swatted Phil’s hands away, shakily making his way forward. One step, two steps, and Phil had to grab Dan’s forearm lest he end up on his ass.

“Sure, Dan.” he giggled.

It took a whole ten minutes, but Dan was starting to ascend from a “broken legged Bambi”, to a “dying swan”. Soon enough Dan was skating alongside Phil, stealing quick glances at how appealing he looked tonight. The thin, silk shirt whooshed with the movement from rollerblading, his black fringe melted into the darkness of the rink, and sometimes the flashing lights would catch the glimmer on Phil’s cheek. 

Phil too could say something-along-the -same-lines about Dan. They were both so far gone for eachother.

“You need to take a photo of this, it looks so pretty.” Phil yelled over the music, brushing his fingers along the glittery mess adorning Dan’s face. Dan momentarily flinched, the reflex of knowing that there were digital eyes everywhere.

“Yeah, maybe I should, even though ours practically look the same.” Dan said back, moving in closer to Phil’s ear.

“That’s not true! You did yours all by yourself, and you were so particular about the sequins!” Phil was still shouting even though they were closer together. He did have a point though, Dan was really enjoying applying it himself, and if Phil said it looked nice….

“Dan, let’s go to the toilets for a selfie before you sweat it all off.”

The lighting was surprisingly sound, for it being a hotel’s toilets. Dan slide out his phone, and began working out the angles.

“Should we take one together?” Dan asked, still checking for the best shot.

“For memories yeah, but for instagram, I think you should be the main feature. I’d just take away from your masterpiece.”

“Stop trying to ‘butter me up’ you flop, Just come into the frame.” Dan laughed, pulling Phil by the front of his shirt.

Dan briefed the room, then leaned in closer to Phil’s face, making it so both of their glitter sides were facing the camera.

“This one is for the memories.” Dan smiled at Phil, moving in and kissing him, glitter and all.

Phil was surprised, considering anyone could’ve walked in, but a feeling of warmth and fuzziness settled in as soon as Dan’s lips met his. The kiss lasted longer than he thought it would, not to say that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was a little confused. Dan stayed frozen in place with his lips still pressed against Phils.

“-m takin’ a burst, don’ move” Dan mumbled against Phil’s lips. “Need to ge’ the bes’ shot”

Phil’s heart was going crazy fast. This beautiful, ridiculous boy, who sometimes liked to wear makeup, was posing against his lips for a photo. He couldn’t wait till they could get out of their skates.

Dan finally pulled back, but didn’t go to check the pictures right away. He spent a quiet few seconds inspecting Phil’s face. His eyes flitted to the glitter on his cheek, then up to Phil's eyes, and down to his lips.

“Thanks for putting up with me.” Dan said, lifting his hands to fit snugly around Phil’s hips. Some should’ve come in by now, it wasn’t fair that Phil had to control himself for this long. “I’m glad you suggested the glitter.”

Phil sighed happily, and imitated Dan’s hands, wrapping him into a big hug.

“I love it, I love you, and I knew you’d love the makeup.” He murmured into Dan’s hair, each of them just holding each other in the empty bathroom at the party. This was so like them. Taking a little breather from the crowd, reminding each other they were here, they were real. Sometimes it was overwhelming, talking to different people, putting on a face for others. They loved their friends, but it was different than just being with each other.

It was also nice to treat Phil like he was his boyfriend, to hold his hand, kiss him, take silly “couple photos”,even if it all happened in the hotel toilets.

“Ready to fall on your ass again?” Dan offered, leading Phil to door by his hand.

“Only if we do it together.” Phil sniggered.

[crazysammy101]

A historical gem

Last night was probably the worst night of her life. Not only did she just get sacked, she also owes her landlord two months worth of rent, her car got owned by the bank and worst of all, she just broke up with her one true love. She couldn't believe that her fiancé, the man she loved with all her heart, had told her that if she was to marry him, she had to quit her job (she didn't need to worry about that anymore) and be a stay at home mom. Walking home from the library, her handbag hanging loosely on her shoulders, high heels in her hands and makeup smudged from all the crying, she headed into the woods as she knew of quite a few shortcuts to get home. Looking up, she noticed that the clouds were rolling in as the sky was getting darker by the minute. Speeding up her pace, she didn't realise where she was going and tripped on a fallen branch. There was only one thing that she could think of as she rolled down the hill. "Oliver". And then everything went black... --- Groggily opening her eyes, she looked around at her surroundings. "Wait... where am I?" Where there were supposed to be hundreds of hundreds of trees, all in different shapes and sizes with leaves covering the little bit of light making it a very gloomy forest, instead, there was an open meadow, with a sea full of different colours. Just beyond it was a hill with grass as far as the eye can see, and as if it wasn't already perfect enough, trees were standing tall in the background, so close to each other that it looked like it was in a battle formation. From her point of view, it was as if she was pushed into a Granville Redmond painting. She couldn't help the warm feeling coming up in her heart, the feeling she knew since she was a child. The feeling of remembering something special, or somewhere. Instinctively, she felt her feet move, as if she was drawn towards a force, pulling her away from the harsh realities of her life. A sudden glare of sunlight reflecting on a rock broke her out of her trance. Looking down, she saw, what looked like a sword of some sort... "Huh! What would you be doing all the way out here?" She questioned out loud. At first she tried to pull it out of the ground, but it refuced to budge, but after a few tries (and a few curse words here and there) she finally had the sword in her hand. Observing it closely, she noticed that it was rather small in comparison to other swords. It was sheathed in some sort of leather casing, it was rusted and full of mold, but she could see beautiful carvings in the side. She moved her thumb over the scabbard, carresing it. Furrowing her eyebrows, she unclipped a bobbypin from her hair, and scratched away a bit of the access dirt and gasped. Her name was ingraved in the scabbard! "How is this prossible?" Unsheathing the sword, she grasped it firmly, and lifted it to the sky, when suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. She felt herself being lifted into the air, then a horrible feeling, like she was being ripped apart cell by cell and then put back together. The pain was so unbearable that she fainted... --- Opening her eyes, she found that it was no longer daytime, but rather dusk as the sun had already set, but there was still a little bit of light left in the sky. Confused and dazed, she looked around her. There were people buzzing all around, but they wore middle aged clothing and pulled horse carts around. "What the-" That's when a child ran straight through her! A shiver ran down her spine as she gasped in shock. In a panic she ran to the first people she saw. A mother scolding her son. "Excuse me! Mam! I really need your help! I don't know where I am and I really need to get-" The woman also walked straight through her. "They can't see me! They can't hear me!" Running her hands through her hair, she turned in a circle. Now tears were flowing freely from her eyes, staining her rosy cheeks. "I'm dead! I fell in the woods and I died!" Just then, she thought about Oliver again. She saw him smiling up on her with his big brown eyes. His mole, just at the kiss of his lips. He had fell just the day before, making him loose his two front baby teeth. She remembered how excited he woke up that morning to find his teeth missing, but instead there was two quarters. He was only five. A woman's scream distracted her from thinking any further. She looked to her left to see a woman in clothing from the middle ages, clinging onto a man as he held her behind him, trying to protect her from three bandits. The bandits's clothes were more rugged and dirty, two had bandanas covering their faces, while the one in the middle, presumably the leader, had a mask covering his eyes. The man protecting the woman, appeared to be a solier of some sort as he was dressed in a blue cloth with red lappels, and his shirt had a stand-up collar, with atrocious flat yellow buttons, and he wore blue breeches with some sort of boots. All she could hear was the clinging of metal as their swords clashed against one another. Shielding the woman with his left arm, dodging a swing from his right side. "Charlotte! Get back!" He gently pushed her back as he grabbed his pistol from his left pocket and fired at the bandit on the right, killing him. He then blocked a direct hit from the one on the left, and pushed against him with all his might. The force caught the bandit off guard, resulting in him staggering back, giving the soldier the oppertune moment to impale his chest. While the soldier was distracted, the last bandit, the leader, took his chance and shot the gun out of the soldiers hand. The soldier hissed in pain, retracting his hand and held it by his side. Trying to get a hold of his blade, still impaled in the dead man's body, he dove to his left, withdrawing his blade from the dead man's heart, the blood oozing out as his blade shone red, he jumped to his feet and took a ready stance. "Let's settle this like men, shall we?" "Alright then "Captain". No pistols. No swords." The bandit smirked, as the both of them began disarming. That's when she saw a glimmer in the bandit's back pocket. "He's lying!" She couldn't help but run towards the three. The two men used hand to hand combat. Both of them fought their hardest, she could tell by their stoic faces. Using a lot of his energy, the soldier hooked his leg behind the bandit's knee and kicked, making him and the bandit fall to the ground. Climbling on top of the bandit, the soldier punched him, repeatedly, landing blow after blow. The bandit reached in his back pocket and pulled out a knife. She tried to reach them, but it was like everything went in slow motion. She saw the blade glimmering, shiny and polished. She saw the blade plunged into the soldier's side. "Andrew!" Charlotte's scream echoed all around, ringing in her ears. Andrew made a growling noise, ripped the blade out of his side and pierced it straight into the bandit's neck, repeatedly. Breathing heavely, he fell back. Charlotte ran to Andrew, kneeling down beside him. He cupped her face with his right hand, while holding onto his wound with his left. Finally, reaching her destination. She sat down infront of them, watching the scene unfold in front of her. Charlotte looked down at her soldier with tears streaming down her face by now. "You're hurt." He grasped her face, carresing it. "It's not so bad. Just a scratch. The only thing that matters is that you're safe." The smile he gave Charlotte... It. It looked so.... familiar. "Let's get out of the open, if those barbarians found us, there is an even bigger chance that someone a lot more powerfull and dangerous will." With Charlotte's help, they managed to find a place to lay low. Charlotte sat him down on the double bed, and left to find some medical supplies, leaving her alone with Andrew, although he didn't know she was there. She sat down in front of him on the bed, and stared. He looked so familiar, and that's when that warm feeling came back. It began in her heart, and like a fire, it spread through her entire body. Without knowing, she reached out, and put her hand on top of his own. He gasped, startling her. Not knowing what to do, she froze. "Can... Can you... Can you see me?" He nodded. Retracting her hand, she put in on her chest, where her heart was, as that warm feeling was escelating. "How is this possible? Am I hellucinating?" "No! No, you're not! I'm really here. I- I ummm... Ugh! You're not going to believe me if I tell you..." "How would you know what I do or do not believe? We have time. Go on." And so she did. She told the soldier everything. From her childhood, her failures, her son, her betrayal and the story of how she got there. The entire time she talked, the soldier stared in awe. Nodding to let her know that he understands, and ignoring the things he did not. "Well. Your life does seems complicated. But, from my perspective. It appeares as though you doubt yourself. Your ability as a writer. As a person. But, worst of all. As a mother. Are you abolutely possitive that you want to be this- "journalist"? In this life there is only one thing that matters. If you want something. You will have to persue it with everything you have. Yes, you will always have some bumps along the way, but never give up. Don't think about the end, or how you'll get there. Think about the present. About today. Just try to take it one step at a time." Just at that moment, Charlotte came into the room, with what looked like a very weird type of first aid kit. She walked right past her, not even acknowledging her presence, opened the medical kit and sat down next to Andrew. "Can't you see her?" "See who my love?" "The woman sitting behind you." Charlotte turned around with a look of confusion. "There's no one there Andrew..." She couldn't describe all the feelings she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. Confusion. Frustration, maybe? But, she could well see the wheels turning in his head, as if he was trying to comprehend what was happening. Smiling sadly, she shook her head no at him. And somehow, he knew excactly what she meant. He had to keep quiet about her. They had to find a way to get her back alone. While never taking his eyes of her, a look of famaliarity crosses his features. "Perhaps I just need some rest. It's been a long day." The couple continued to talk for the entire time she was fixing him up, Andrew, pretending to the best of his abilities, then cautiously turning his eyes on her, then back to Charlotte. And Charlotte, being oblivious to everything. As soon as Charlotte left the room to make supper, Andrew turned his attention back to her. "I think I know how you got here. There's a small box in the corner of the room." She stood up, grabbed the box and handed it to him. He opened the lid and handed her something wrapped in a brown leather. It's the sword she found! "It belonged to my sister. When she died, she made me promise to give it to my daughter. If I have one that is." "But, how is it possible that the sword came to me? And my name was ingraved in it." "I didn't realise it before, when we first met, I knew you looked familiar, and I couldn't place it. Now. I can." He digged a little futher in the box, and pulled out a small picture. It was folded and you could see it was old. Unfolding it, he shown it to you. There was three people in it. A little boy, no more than 5. His smile so big, she could see one of his front teeth missing. He reminded her so much of her little Oliver. Then there was a girl, probably her late teens or early twenties. With that small sword she found in her hand. A proud look on her face. When she looked to the other woman, she gasped. "She looks excactly like me!" The same dark, curly hair. The same dimple on her left cheek. The only difference between them was the freckles on the woman's face. "That's my mother." He pointed to the woman that could be her identical twin. "I think we're related somehow. Perhaps the reason you're sent here, is to help you understand the history of this blade. Of our family." Suddenly, the flash of light returned. She turned to look back at Andrew. He smiled at her. "You have to go home now. Remember this." She nodded, closed her eyes. And this time. When she got sucked back in, she welcomed the feeling, instead of resisting it... --- When she woke up, she looked around her, and found that she was back in the woods. Reaching out, she put her hand on the back of her head, feeling the large bump that she obtained from falling. She stood up, stumbling a few times as she grabbed onto the nearest tree, holding her steady. That's when she looked down. It was the sword. Rusted and in that same leather casing. It's funny. The things we miss out when we try a different path... As soon as she got home, she decided to call her grandfather. And found out that his great, great, grandmother was the daughter of Captain Andrew James. She smiled to herself. He did have his daughter after all, and he is the one that carved my name in that sword. --- A few years later, a little boy's laughter was heard as he ran as fast as he could in circles. He was pretending that he was an airplane, with his arms stretched out and that cute little noises, immitating one. "Oliver! Come inside Love. Lunch is ready!" The little boy giggled, running into the house. From outside the window, you could see a woman, in her early thirties, serving a large turkey on the diningroom table. Little Oliver was there, along with two more children. A little girl, still in a baby stool, and a baby boy. A man came up behind the woman, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiled, turning her head to look at him. Laughed at somethig he said and sat down at the table with her family. After the very unforgetable day when she found her families heirloom. She decided to change everything in her life. She went back to her Fiancé, now her husband. Quit her dream of becomming a journalist, and went into an entirely different field. She stayed at home mostly, but if you looked closely. Inside her house, in her study. There were books everywhere. Old weapons, protected in glass cases. She decided to use what she had learned from her adventure, became a historian and now teaches history for highschool students. History will always find it's way back to you. Never underestimate it's unyielding power

[christinamirabilis]

gay ask game for gays only (stolen from @fakeking)

doing this myself cos i’m bored and i don’t care

1. describe your idea of a perfect date?  okay like, perfect date that is (currently) unrealistic would be an extended overseas vacation with my love - somewhere warm but with lots of exciting things to do - culture, shopping, nightlife - i’m thinking like mediterranean europe, south america, thailand.  skinny dipping, lazy days lying in bed all day in a room with open French doors leading out onto a balcony with a nice view over cobbled streets and a warm breeze stirring the sheet white curtains, sitting outside a café eating delicious food, buying cool shit at the markets... just, yeah, travel.  perfect.

but otherwise, i guess like honestly my favourite thing to do is to go to a bar somewhere with outdoor seating where it’s warm, and we get antipasto platters and sangria or pizza and margaritas, or just whatever, food and drink, and we sit for hours and chat.  there’s a bar on the waterfront that has a bunch of beanbags out on the lawn and you can order food and drink and i went there once with soph and it was really nice even though we ended up having a fight later that night and it was awful, but i wanna go back there next summer i think, with a cute girl who loves me and isn’t planning on leaving lmao.  but anyway.

2. whats your “type”?  honestly i don’t really know like i just really love girls?  all girls?  i mean i guess i like girls who are curvy or a little on the chubby side, with an “alternative” look in some way - crazy hair or tattoos and piercings or just in the way they dress.  girls with loud laughs and big appetites and dirty minds.  i mean, i’m pretty much describing myself here, i’m aware of that.  there’s probably something ominously freudian or whatever in the fact that i’m attracted to girls who are similar to, but better versions of, me, but it’s whatever.  

3. do you want kids?  yeah i think i do.  it’s something i go back and forth on.  it’s not something that i absolutely need to be happy - i have dated people in the past who have not wanted children and honestly it’s more important to me to be with someone who i feel is my soulmate but who won’t have kids with me, rather than someone who i don’t love as much but who will?  but yeah i do want kids, i think, but i’m not sure, and i’m not set on it?

4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth? well i’m definitely not getting pregnant myself.  if my partner wants to get pregnant, that would be fine, although i’m gonna have to get over my phobia of pregnant people lmao.  but i think my first choice would be adoption, purely because there are so many kids in the system who need a loving home, so i feel like it would be better for the world if i could make a tiny difference by adopting some of those kids?

5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been on? ah man i don’t even know.  i’m just thinking about all the things i did with sophie and it’s making me sad so i’m not going to answer this one haha.

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)?  i mean, yeah, i was nervous, but more than anything i was kind of like, “oh wow, this is really happening,” because it was a girl who i’d been on one date with and then we met up in town a few days later and i went home with her.  i was mostly worried that i tasted bad?  but i personally didn’t struggle with it like it just felt natural, and i was pretty stoked that i made her cum several times on my first time, like, i was worried i would be “bad” at it or whatever.

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?  night time gay.

8. opinion on nap dates?  good.

9. opinion on brown eyes?  good.

10. dog gay or cat gay?  i like both.  i am bipetual, if you will.  but if i had to choose, cats - but only marginally.

11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles?  of course, except probably not snakes, but there are no snakes in new zealand.  but i love rats, and i don’t mind lizards and stuff.

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone?  if they’re polyamorous, non-monogamy is my only absolute dealbreaker - and in my experience, the consequences of trying non-monogamy have, for me anyway, been disastrous.

13. what is a misconception you had about lgb people before you realized you were one?  well, to be honest, i’d never ~met~ a gay person, to my knowledge, like, no one that was openly out (although in hindsight i had probably met a few) - and certainly no one that i had more than a passing interaction with, until my friend nic came to the therapeutic community i was living in.  and it was such a shock to me to meet someone who was so openly gay and so confident and unashamed?  because, to me, i had nothing against gay people, but i just felt like i myself couldn’t be one, there was shame to it somehow (a lot of this is tied into my ptsd, it’s hard to explain without going into all of that which i don’t feel like doing) - and i expected that other gay people would similarly be ashamed, like it was some kind of illness that they couldn’t help and they didn’t choose and that they’d rather be straight if they could.  and yeah, so it was a shock meeting nic.  but it was life changing, because it gave me room to consider what i had been in denial about for so long - that maybe i was gay too.  so i’ll always be so very grateful to nic for being in my life in general, because we went through recovery together, but particularly because she allowed me the opportunity to become my true self, and that has been more liberating than anything.

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self?  i guess to not worry, and that things will become clear to her when she’s ready - and to not worry about why she doesn’t find boys attractive and what might be wrong with her, and especially not to do the dangerous and self-destructive things she did (sending nudes to and sexting a boy she had never met, which could have gone horribly fucking wrong - and for all i know he might have shown all of his mates, but this was prior to social media and smart phones so it wouldn’t have been that bad, getting herself into a situation where she was date-raped at a party, trying to organise anonymous sexual meetings with strangers on the internet) to try and FORCE herself to feel attraction to men.  and that there’s no shame in being gay.

15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders?  i’m gay af.

16. who is an ex you regret?  ugh i don’t know, like, i have been through some awful shit with some of my exes, but i don’t regret any of them, because they all taught me lessons about life that i took into my next relationship, and into other situations, and i have become a better person as a result - and i have very fond memories with all of them, even if things did go really sour at the end?  particularly my last relationship - it was by far the most painful and chaotic relationship i’ve ever been in, towards the end, and i have so many regrets about how things went and how i should have done this, and shouldn’t have done that, but i don’t for a moment regret being with that person, because i loved her so much (and still do) and i have had some of the best experiences of my life with her and wouldn’t trade it for the world.  so yeah, i don’t regret any of them.

17. night club gay or cafe gay?  both, depends.

18. who is one person you would “go straight” for?  ugh you know i feel like i always have an answer prepared for this, until someone actually asks me?  i used to say kit harington but now i’m not sure?  fuck damn i was literally talking about this with my boss last week, but i can’t remember who it was.

19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay?  book or movie.

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)?  ah i’m not really into the whole ship thing but i guess clarke and lexa because that’s the first one i can think of.  OH and i definitely ship daenerys targaryen and asha/yara greyjoy - i know it’s never going to happen but it’s nice to imagine.  emilia clarke is my number one celebrity crush - she doesn’t know it yet but she’s gonna marry me.

21. favourite gay youtuber?  literally could not give a single fuck about youtubers.

22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person?  not to my knowledge, like, i have only ever asked out people who i have been talking to on dating apps tbh.

23. have you ever been in love?  yeah.

24. have you ever been heartbroken?  oh god yes.

25. how do you determine if you want to be them or be with someone?  honestly i don’t!  the only way i can know is if i date them for a little bit?  sometimes it’s both and that’s okay too.

26. favourite lgb musician/band?  ok so i had to google a list of them to make sure i didn’t miss them.  my very favourite is jónsi, cos he’s the lead singer of my favourite band sigur rós.  also i love david bowie, and i like sia and beth ditto.  also apparently jackie cruz, who plays flaca on oitnb, is also a singer - and bisexual!  so that’s exciting.  there’s a whole bunch of people on that list who i didn’t know were queer.

27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays?  take no shit from straight people - live your truth and stand up for yourself.  but also, keep yourself safe - this is more important than anything else.  lastly, don’t let terfs and racists in the community get into your head - we are a minority, we MUST stand up for other minorities as well.  some of us are also trans or people of colour, and we must protect and uplift them.  we have to be better.

28. are you out? if so how did you come out?  i am completely out now, but it was a process over a couple of years, because it was really fucking hard.  i am now openly gay, to the point that i’ll mention it in passing to strangers if it’s relevant, assuming i feel safe to do so.  but anyway this is a long story, so settle in.

i never voiced the thought that i might be gay until i was 20, during group at the therapeutic community.  i thought i was possibly bisexual for a long time, but in retrospect i think i was trying to compromise with myself, that being bisexual was somehow more acceptable to me than being gay.  but yeah, so after that i didn’t tell anyone again until i was nearly 21, when i was having dinner with my best friend sarah and another good friend from high school, heather.  i remember it vividly, because heather said about how she’d been in a relationship with a girl while she was on study exchange in scotland.  i got up abruptly from the table, went to the bathroom, nearly threw up, and then came back, and they both asked me if i was okay, and i said that i might be gay.  it was really scary because at the time sarah was studying to be an officer in the salvation army and i was scared that she would no longer want to be friends with me, but of course she is a perfect angel and it was no problem at all.  after that i went on a date with a girl while i was living by myself in napier, and then i freaked out and ghosted her, which i feel bad about.  i was also out to my friend mixx, who i met on tumblr that year.  and after that, i didn’t come out to anyone else until i was nearly 23.  i had moved down to wellington to start university, and i had to do summer school for six weeks to do a refresher music theory course, so i was sleeping on my sister’s couch for six weeks.  i hung out with her friends a lot, including her flatmate (her ex boyfriend who was now her best friend, who had come out as gay), and one night i was sitting out having a cigarette with his boyfriend, and i just told him i was gay, and that i was scared to come out, and asked him not to tell my sister.  and then a few days later i was in the car with my sister and i just kind of blurted it out, and she was like, “mate, i’ve known that for years,” and i was kind of offended because i thought i had been really good at hiding it and that she assumed i was gay because i hadn’t had a boyfriend like maybe i just didn’t want one?  haha but it was fine.  and then a week or so later we went up to hawkes bay to visit my parents, cos jen had to take her car up there so dad could sell it for her, and i told my parents while we were eating chinese food, again spur of the moment, and my dad was unfazed but my mum kind of freaked out a bit, i remember her dropping her fork and there was fried rice all over the floor.  and she rang her best friend crying, and the friend was like, “oh man, i thought you saw this coming, i sure did.”  like, she wasn’t upset that i was gay, just that she hadn’t known, and apparently everyone else she knew had.  and i think she did struggle with my being gay to begin with, it took her a long time to adjust, but she seems to be okay now.  and then i didn’t bother coming out to anyone else, i just let the grapevine do the trick/liked lgbt pages on facebook and posted photos of myself with girls.  but apparently my extended family didn’t figure it out and it all came out when we were all at my cousin’s 21st about six months later, but everyone was chill and unsurprised about it.  and since then i have been very open about it, because, like, i had been in recovery for years, but i had been really stagnant, and coming out was the catalyst i needed to truly become well.  i mean, i nearly died later that year cos i had a really bad psychotic episode and tried to kill myself.  and i had another bad episode two years later, but that was related to ptsd.  so neither of those was related to my sexuality, and i do honestly think that being out for me is a protective factor - i don’t have the added complication of trying to hard part of myself while also grappling with illness, so i have been able to recover faster?  i don’t know.  anyway that’s such a long wall of text i’m so sorry kudos to anyone who read it.

29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have?  ugh honestly most of the experiences i have had have been positive or at least neutral.  i know one of my aunts doesn’t approve - she’s a hardcore salvation army person, threw a massive tantrum when my parents let me read harry potter as a kid - which is hypocritical as fuck because when my (male) cousin came out she sent him a text saying that she still loved him and was proud of him, but she has never said a word to me about my being gay.  although she still treats me the same as she always has so i guess it could be worse, i just have very little patience for her in general.

but probably the worst experience i have had was when i was 23, newly out to my family, had just moved into a hall of residence, and was scared about making friends because i had been pretty much out of society for five years - three years in hospital/residential and then two years of living first by myself and then with my parents, working at a supermarket and with only one friend.  so i was scared, i was still forming my identity as a lesbian.  anyway, a group of girls who lived on my floor decided to adopt me, and i hung out with them for a few days and it was really nice.  i went to an o-week party with them, and on the way back to the hall they decided it would be hilarious to go to a strip club (they were all 18 or 19 so y’know).  i went in but i wasn’t really feeling it - i’m not really a fan of strip clubs and i didn’t have any money to give the dancers but i didn’t want to be in there NOT giving them money.  one of the other girls looked visibly uncomfortable so i asked her if she wanted to go and wait outside until the others were ready to leave.  we were chatting, and she was like, “yeah, i just feel uncomfortable being in the presence of naked women,” and i was like, “fair enough, i don’t mind cos i’m gay, but i don’t really like strip clubs.”  after that she turned really frosty but i didn’t think anything of it until they all snobbed me at breakfast the next morning - turns out this girl goes to one of those evangelical megachurches who think that being gay can be “cured”, and she told the others that she didn’t want me hanging out with them anymore.  think she might have made some shit up about me to make them not like me either, lovely thing to do.  it didn’t matter because i made other friends in the hall, including probably the only two other lesbians living there, but it still hurt.  but the funny thing about it is this homophobic girl was my next door neighbour, and i knew it made her uncomfortable whenever she ran into me in the hallway - and i made a point to occasionally take girls home and have very loud sex with them, knowing she’d be able to hear hahahahahaha.

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality?  just do what you gotta do to survive - you’re no less queer if you can’t be out.  find someone you trust that you can talk to, so that you’re not alone.  it won’t always be like this - one day you’ll be able to live your truth.  just keep holding on.

[anneedmonds]

Trying Out Barre Class: Exercise with Crilly

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Well I do apologise; it has been a while since my last fitness post, Sex Burns and Sanitary Towels. That’s because I haven’t actually done any exercise since then – not purposefully, anyway. I mean there’s always the “rushing around after toddlers” fitness and the “going up and down the stairs” exercise (that old chestnut!), but in terms of actual, put-your-trainers-on-and-wish-you-were-still-in-bed fitness, I have done nothing.

I don’t know what possessed me to book a Barre class at 00.21 in the morning – perhaps I was just overjoyed that I’d managed to successfully change my password for the House Seven app, which is what you use to book cinema tickets and gym classes and events at the various Soho House outposts. I’d been trying to get back in to the bloody thing for about three months and it wouldn’t send me a reset link, so when I finally managed to crack the code, at a quarter past midnight, I was so excited I booked in to do every event for the next year. Flower arranging, artisan gin-making, learning how to forage, discovering bee-keeping. All of it.

But when this morning rolled around and I’d only had three hours of uninterrupted sleep (I was solo night-shifting and I’m sure the sproglings sense my weakness) I regretted my booking immensely. I had work to do. I could have gone back to bed and had an extra hour’s sleep. A bath. A snack. I could have hoovered up the dead ladybirds from underneath my window (constant deaths) or put a wash on. I had to send some image files, edit a video, upload some copy for some brand work, take some still life shots of a load of beauty products. A hundred things to do and not one of them was “exercise”. It just wasn’t on the agenda.

However I had booked the class and so I had to go. Also (and this is terrible), I had treated myself to the Manette bed from Soho Home (see this post) in the wee hours of the morning and it was a highly indulgent purchase and so the warped part of my brain told me that if I went and saw the Barre class through, all would be forgiven on the financial front. (Because we all know that you can cycle off a debt! Put too much on the Amex? Hold that superman pose and pulse, pulse, PULSE that extended leg!)

So off I went to Barre. I knew that Barre was a kind of intense muscle-toning session because my friend, Louisa Drake, told me about it years and years ago before it was even a thing. (She has a highly successful fitness brand now, the Louisa Drake Method – you can find her website here.) I knew that it involved ballet moves, or ballet-esque moves, and that it concentrated on legs, glutes (ugh that word) and abs but that it didn’t involve running or jumping.

“Great,” I thought last night, “an exercise class where I don’t have to worry about weeing myself.”

I text my friend Alice, who is a connoisseur of Babington House fitness classes.

“I’ve booked barre class at Babington. Talk me down. Is it good? It’s at 10.45 and I’ve had about three hours sleep…”

She answered: “It’s brilliant. But you may die. I’ve retched in it.”

Well that put the fear into me! But off I went, in my too-tight leggings, shiny crop top, oversized t-shirt and pinchy trainers (I had twenty seconds to find a gym kit and get out of the door) and made my way into the attic space above the pool which is where they hold indoor classes at Babington. When I say that this room is smaller than a box room I’m barely joking – there was space to swing a cat but only if the other five ladies didn’t mind being walloped in the face by one.

Whatever, you don’t need much room for Barre – just a bar. Barre? Bar. And you hold onto this bar whilst doing excruciatingly tiny and painful leg movements whilst squeezing your bum cheeks and remembering to keep your feet turned out the right way. It’s relatively tortuous, a bit like having your leg muscles set on fire and trying not to scream, all whilst trying to hold in a poo, but I actually really enjoyed it. Yes my face was puce, yes my M&S briefs were an unwise lingerie decision (they runkled up inside the too-small leggings and shuffled their way into my main crevice so that I was basically garrotted at the wrong end) but I didn’t need to do any running, my knees felt nice and supported and the floaty arms made me feel as though I should immediately be casting for a ballerina role in a big budget Hollywood movie. I’d be great.

So it looks as though I’ll be going back. I write this chomping on a Tracker bar (choc chip) and having lost all feeling in my shoulders, legs and torso but at least my fingers still work. I reckon if I can make it to Barre once a week and then maybe boxing (need to report back on that, don’t I – that’s another one I “loved”, but then only managed three sessions of) I’ll basically be superhumanly fit. Ripped. Gisele-like. I’ll be cracking nuts with my thighs and sprinting up the stairs four at a time. God, I’m tired just thinking about it.

  By the way, I’m well aware that the photos on this page don’t really reflect the post content; I’d like to supply you with a highly amusing image of me gurning my way through the pain barrier but I was concentrating too much to stop and take a selfie. Also I’d have looked like a pillock.

So instead you have a some (heavily styled, admittedly) pictures of the contents of my gym bag. (I say gym bag, I mean nappy-changing bag because I don’t actually own a gym bag.) I removed the pair of used pants and the cashew nuts that were inexplicably covering the bottom of the bag, I’ve left out the crushed Tampax and the broken biro. What are we left with?

Firstly, my post-exercise smell-buster of choice, the spray-on deodorant – or “shower in a can”. I have these sprays in many different scents, including Tom Ford’s Soleil Blanc (glorious) but the Carven one seems to be my most-used. It has a comforting, clean smell.

The spiky bottle is a BKR glass bottle from the “spiked” collection – you can find them here online.

And the other bits? My Colab Active dry shampoo, which is the hair equivalent of a shower-in-a-can – you can find it at Boots.com here – and a couple of post-workout essentials, including the most cooling foot cream I’ve found (Weleda’s Foot Balm, here) and a new face spritz discovery, the Workout Glow from Pretty Athletic.

I need to do another post on Colab Active, to refresh your memories, but it’s actually quite the lifesaver if you use the gym or run or do any kind of exercise and don’t have time to wash and re-style your hair afterwards. If you spray into your roots before you do your workout – leave, don’t brush out – then you’ll find that it really helps with that awful, sweaty, flat hair that you (I) get. I’m not suggesting you skip on the showering, but if washing and drying your hair takes up half of your lunch break then this stuff is your saviour. It’s currently a third off (£2.33) at Boots here.

The foot balm is an emergency measure because sometimes I do exercise and it feels as though my feet are on fire. On this particular occasion I was glad to have it because we were working in our bare feet, something that gives me shudders despite the fact I’m not particularly germ-phobic. I think it’s memories of verrucas and athlete’s foot and that awful foot bath you had to walk through before getting to the main swimming pool. (Was that just our local baths or what?) So yes, I used the Weleda balm (it’s £8.99 here*, I highly recommend) as a sort of rudimentary disinfectant until I got home and scrubbed my feet with bleach and a brillo pad.

The face spritz? It seemed fitting because it had the word “athletic” written on the bottle but actually, it’s rather lovely – very gentle and soothing and not at all what you’d expect from the jazzy bottle. The packaging colours remind me a bit of eighties shellsuits, but the formula inside is so, so pretty. I thoroughly enjoyed spritzing and shall spritz some more. You can find it online here – there are other exercise-centric beauty products on there too, I will endeavour to try them and report back. With all of the fitness I’m going to be doing…

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[surveysonfleek]

464.

What is your favourite dog breed?: i love all dogs but i think corgis and shiba inus are particularly cute.

What colour nail polish do you wear the most?: nudes, purple, pink, red.

Do you use lip balm regularly?: always.

Do you drink soda?: rarely. only if i’m out for dinner.

Do you drive?: yes.

If so what kind of car do you drive?: suzuki alto.

Look to your left, what do you see?: my beside table.

How many people have you dated?: one seriously.

Do you use hand sanitizer frequently?: yep.

How many hair products do you use?: usually just shampoo and conditioner, sometimes treatment. then a detangler and heat protectant.

Are you happy with your appearance?: not always.

What is the last book you read?: i forgot hahaha. i don’t think i finished it.

What website do you visit most often?: youtube.

Have you ever broken a bone?: nope.

Are you artistic?: sorta.

Have you ever been to a concert?: many.

Have you ever performed in a play?: yeah, for school.

Do you like to dance?: sometimes. i can’t dance for shit though.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?: be more driven.

What search engine do you use?: google.

Do you have a facebook account?: yes.

What is your favourite food?: sushi.

Can you use chopsticks?: yes.

Do you use a blowdryer on your hair?: yes.

Do you use a flat iron?: yes.

Do you have a cell phone?: yes.

What colour underwear are you wearing?: pink.

What colour are most of your clothes?: dark.

Do you collect anything?: perfume.

What colour are your eyes?: brown.

Do you have any tattoos? : nope.

Do you play video games?: not anymore. the phases come and go.

Do you speak any other languages?: yes.

Do you wear makeup?: yes.

How many times have you moved?: four times. but been in this house for 19 years.

What was the last food you ate?: pizza.

What was the last thing you had to drink?: water.

Do you liked grilled cheese?: yes but i haven’t had it in forever actually.

Do you eat breakfast?: usually.

Do you have a cat?: no.

What is your favourite childhood memory?: disneyworld for sure.

What was your favourite movie as a kid?: all the disney films. aladdin, mulan and lion king were my faves.

Have you ever dated someone online?: nope.

Do you like to take walks?: no.

Are you going to college right now?: no.

If so, what is your major?: -

Do you like school?: i’m done with school.

What perfume/cologne do you wear?: i switch between a lot but my usual is ralph lauren - romance.

Do you keep a journal? If so how often do you write in it?: no.

Do you chew gum?: rarely. i prefer mints.

Do you live in a big city?: yeah, fairly.

How often do you go out to eat?: weekly.

Have you ever dyed your hair?: yes.

Do you drink tea?: i go through phases with this too. 

How often do you get your hair cut?: not as often as i should.

Do you subscribe to channels on youtube?: yes.

Do you watch anime?: no.

Can you cook?: kinda.

How old were you when you first started dating?: 17.

Are/Were your parents strict? : slightly. not at all anymore.

Is your room messy?: yeah.

Do you have Netflix?: yes.

Do you have any regrets? If so what do you regret?: not really. i would’ve done some thing differently but it’s no big deal.

How are your grades?: they were good.

Do you get nervous easily?: yes, always.

What do you look for in a BF/GF?: kind, funny, loyal, smart.

Have you ever written a song or poem?: i’ve written them for school.

Have you ever written a short story or novel?: yeah, for school.

Are/Were you in a school club?: no.

Do you play an instrument?: no.

Where do you want to be in 5 years?: married, working a better job and plans on having kids.

What do you never leave the house without?: keys, phone, wallet.

What food(s) do you refuse to eat?: anything super spicy. i can handle spice to an extent.

Favourite candy?: crunch or kit kat.

Do you have a good relationship with your mom?: yes.

Do you have a good relationship with your dad?: yes.

What did you have for dinner last night?: chicken and rice.

Do you wear glasses?: yes.

Do you have any siblings? yes.

Do you watch reality TV shows? umm only survivor right now.

Do you listen to the Beatles?: no.

Do you listen to No Doubt?: no.

Do you listen to Nirvana?: no.

Do you listen to The Cure?: no.

How many songs are on your iPod?: ugh, i can’t be bothered checking.

What do you miss most about your childhood?: not worrying about ‘real’ issues.

How many pets do you have?: one.

What kind of pets do you have?: one dog.

What colour are the walls in your room?: grey and turquoise.

Do you write “To-Do” lists?: nope. i totally should.

Do you procrastinate often?: yes.

What is your favourite book?: the harry potter series.

Did you hate any of your teachers?: kinda.

Have you ever been depressed?: no.

How do you handle stress?: not too well. it turns into anxiety.

What are you looking forward to?: the weekend.

[wikitpowers]

I love your hair!dyer au for Kit!!! I was wondering what your favourite hair colours for him are!

From the ones I’ve seen you’ve post I really like the copper hair the strawberry blonde!!

I also feel like Kit would be peak with dark blonde hair or dirty blonde hair!!

queue another hair dyer!kit post, guys❗

YES I LOVE THE COPPER AND STRAWBERRY BLONDE HAIR SO BADLY AHHHH (i also got an ask about blue haired kit and made posts about kit with highlights and a MULLET bc i just love those ideas so freaking much). i’m obsessed with the hc that kit experiments with different hair colours like it’s so freaking cute! and i just know that both him and dru dye their hair together like true besties <3

but listen, as much as i love the hair dyer!kit hc, i absolutely adore (and i mean adore) his natural hair like i’m a full on sucker for blonde hair and i just know his is so so gorgeous :’)

jesus u are totally gonna regret asking me this question bc i will be going on an absolute tangent

in official arts his hair seems to have a bit of an undercut which i am actually insanely obsessed with like yes!!! undercuts are seriously so hot icl!!! 😳

↳ so i imagine his hair to sorta be like this and omg i-

also i LOVE thinking of the curly haired!kit hc,, like just imagine the ✨vision✨ ugh i just know he would look crazy good

as for the shade of blonde, i'm thinking his hair is like honey-toned blonde like proper golden. like that would just be so beautiful :"o

basically what i'm trying to say is i just love him with whatever hair style and shade he has, my boyyo :(