I always reblog this cos I know ppl who have anxiety around stuff like that who find this helpful (anxiety’s not always rational, & even ppl superinformed about how magic works etc can get nasty intrusive surges of shit from seeing those posts from time to time!)
What the guy above said, and also this is adorable.
this one’s for all the fat girls who’ve cried in dressing rooms 💗
You’re fine. The clothes are made to be easy to manufacture on machines, not for bodies. The clothes suck, not you.
They’re also manufactured to look attractive on hangers, and very few of us are shaped like hangers. You’re fine.
😱😰😭😭😭😭😭😭😭thank u please more of this type of body positivity I need it
Legit though! I’m a hobbyist seamstress and these are my experiences when shopping mainstream:
For example, most H&M blouses these days don’t even have boobdarts. Which means they will sit awkwardly on literally anyone with boobs, no matter the size. But on hangers or when folded on display? They look fab as fuck. Because hangers don’t have boobs. And the models chosen to show them on the catwalk are usually chosen for their lack of boobage too (unless it’s for lingerie), other requirements including ridiculous size and weight requirements. As for the average (EU available) clothing shops, the worst offender I’ve encountered yet was Zara. Everything’s way too long and way too flat: clearly aimed to look good on the catwalk models but not intended for normal people. At all.
Also sizes are just numbers. Shopping online has taught me that I’m a European M, an American XS-S, and a Japanese L-XL. And then these sizes even vary from shop to shop in the same country: I’m an XL at Apples but an S at Lola&Liza, for example. They’ve also been reducing the sizes of these numbers throughout the years to make people feel bad about themselves and to sell more weight-loss products. Don’t let a number get you down, it does not define you.
So please don’t feel bad about yourself when shops refuse to cater to your size. The clothes they sell are not aimed at real human beings. They are the ones in the wrong here, not you!
body posi posts are the ones
I needed this after yesterday. :/
(these are figures for the French clothing industry but I’m sure it’s true in other countries)
Only 0.6% of clothes are available in 46 (again : french size) when 10% of women wear that size. 14% of clothes are available in 34 when only 0.7% of women wear that size.
The most selled size is 42 when the most manufactured is 36.
See the problem? It’s the whole industry that sucks. Not you and your body.
Thank you💖 reblogged for any of my followers who are self conscious about how they fit in clothes
Could you tag the monopoly post as nsfw since theres a kink chastity cage in it
WAIT THERES A WHAT
I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A NORMAL POST JDFGBHGFDSDFBHGFES IM SO SORRY
Im convinced that making art, baking, listening to music/singing and dancing around your house are very naturally nourishing activities for your soul as well as human nature.
Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader, Avengers X Reader, OC X Avengers
Words: 3888
Summary: You take along Tony Stark, and the Avengers on a trip to Pakistan for your brother’s wedding. There all of them uncover the cultures and traditions and who you really are.
A/N: The last time I wrote was August 2019, now it is August 2020. Constrcuctive criticism is always appreciated <3 Reblogs even more so. Please don’t forget to reblog or leave a keyboard smash if you like it!
Visions for this part (none of the pictures except the yellow building are mine)
The mug clanged against the glass coffee table, after having finished last drops of the homemade coffee you had missed oh so much an awkward silence settled in the living room. You and Tony sat across from you parents on the couch while your father scrolled through the stock market on his phone. Something you knew he always did when he was free.
"Well,“ He cleared his throat, putting away his phone. "We should leave you both to rest, I believe Y/N will show you your room. What do you say Saira?”
"Yes of course,“ Your mother replied. "I hope you enjoy your stay here Tony. Y/N there better not be any shortcomings in the way he is taken care of. You are in charge.”
"Yes mama.“ You smiled at her, having missed the way she always ordered you around the house.
"Thank you, Mrs. Khan.” The American replied.
"Call me Maa (mother), beta (son). All the kids in this house are my children.“
He just looked down at his feet, not knowing what to say to this overly sweet woman who he hadn’t even had a proper conversation yet was so welcoming.
"Tony, you must tell us anything you are in need of. You are here as Y/N’s friend, not her boss so you must not be formal. Y/N make sure he is part of all the activities and goes wherever you go. Don’t make him feel left out, introduce him to everyone and don’t forget about the dances!”
"Theek hai (ok) Baba!“ You laughed, “We are going to go now.” You kissed his cheek, and walked towards the stairs. “Come Tony.” You motioned him to follow you.
"What about our bags?“ Tony asked from behind you as made your way up the stairs, your heeled boots clicking against the marble flooring.
"The driver must have brought them up already,” You replied.
And surely enough they were resting on the floor near the entrance of the upstairs living room. You went ahead to grab them, but Tony cut you to it.
"Na uh! A fine gentleman never lets the ladies pick up the weight.“
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, while opening the door of his room.
"We all know how much of a gentleman you are not. Anyways, this will be your room for the next few weeks.” You told him, following him, “Do you like it?
He only hummed in response. “Not bad. Not bad at all. I actually quite like it.”
"Great! I’ll leave you to it then. My room is right on the other side of the atrium if you need anything. I am going to freshen up and nap a little bit.“
"Atrium?” He asked as he made your way towards the door. You only pointed towards the window.
"The toiletries are in the closet,“ You shouted one last time before entering your room.
Sighing to yourself, you closed your eyes and relished the smell of your old room. A faint mixture of Comfort fabric conditioner and the vanilla scented candle that you always burned when you were here.
An hour and half later, after showering you were still wide awake staring at the ceiling of your room. You wondered what everyone else back in America were doing. Had a national emergency occurred in the time you were absent? Was everyone’s schedule fine? You hoped Steve remembered to attend the meeting with the National Security Council in place of Tony.
Huffing, you got out of the quilts, deciding to WhatsApp Steve a reminder just in case.
With that being done you yet again did not know what to do.
Deciding to get some fresh air you walked over to your window, sliding it open only to enter the atrium.
Tony was already sitting out there in the lounge seat.
"Can’t sleep?” You asked from behind him, wrapping the shawl tighter around your shoulders which you had grabbed from your desk.
He turned around to look at you and shook his head in response.
"I decided to catch up on some news instead.“ He held up the Stark Pad.
"Come on! You are on vacation Stark!” You plopped down next to him. “Cut yourself some slack."
"What do you want me to do then?” He snapped the cover shut.
"I don’t know.“ You hummed, leaning your head back against chair taking in the cold air of Lahore.
"You know what?” Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Tony with a wide smile.
"Let’s go out for nashta!“
"Nashta?"
"Breakfast. Get up and go change I’ll see you downstairs in 10 minutes.” You told him excitedly, skipping off to your room to change.
Care free Y/N was a good change. He had never seen this spark before in your eyes before you had entered Pakistan. Home will always be home he guessed. Must have been the happiness of meeting your family after years.
After changing into a black embroidered kurta and shalwar your mother had hung up in your closet for when you returned, along with a maroon block printed shawl to keep yourself warm and checking if you had enough local currency in your bag to pay you made your way downstairs. Grabbing the keys to the black land cruiser you stepped out into the early morning fog of Lahore. The cold immediately setting into your bones as you shivered in your lose shalwar. Too late now, you thought to yourself, can’t change again!
"Chacha gee! Gate khol day!“ You told the guard to open the gate as you opened the doors to your car and turned on the heating.
The morning fog was settling and had completely covered the mirrors and so you turned on the rear heat.
Finally you saw Tony exiting the house and making his way towards your car. He too had dressed up for the weather, in some jeans, a hoodies and a coat. Winters in Lahore did not spare anyone.
"Are you sure anything is going to be open this early in morning? It’s almost 5:30am." He asked, getting into the passenger seat.
"Darling! Lahore is the city of food. Lahoris know nothing but to eat. Our lives start and end at food, everything else is just a side track. Plus where we are going is a first come first serve basis and it’s better to get there as early as possible."
"And where exactly is that?"
"The Old City of Lahore. Today I am going to bless you with the best breakfast to ever exist. Halwa Puri!"
"Okay.” He seemed unsure but turned up the volume to the radio.
With that you reversed out of your driveway, making your way onto Ring Road. Why ring? Because the road was basically a ring that surrounded the huge city and connected all its major areas. Speeding your way through the expressway.
It was an uneventful car ride really. All you did was point out the various roads, monuments, markets and areas of Lahore while Tony just stared out the window. To see a country with his own eyes, and hearing about it in news or dealing with it on a political scale were tow completely different things.
"Sooo,“ You exclaimed, getting out the car made your way towards his side. "Are you ready to try the best ever nashta of your life,Mr Stark?”
He didn’t reply. He was busy taking in the early morning fog, how it seemed to merge the miners of Badshahi Mosque into the thin air. The bright red and yellow buildings of the food street, each holding centuries of history. The wrought iron tables and chairs lined alongside the curb, next to the park wet and cold from the February air and fog. They were still upside down, as no one who came this early would want to sit there. Anyone who came for Nashta to the food street at 6 in the morning had only one aim in mind. Breakfast on rooftop, with a direct view of the Bashashi Mosque, and the Lahore Fort.
"Come,“ You locked your elbow in his, and pulled him along to the narrow entry into the restraint.
"Y/N are you sure we are supposed to be here?” He asked, confused at the lack of restaurant workers.
"Yes! Be careful, the stairs are narrow and small.“ You warned him as you led him to the rooftop reception of the restaurant. The stairs curved in a way that if there was ever someone coming down and you didn’t see, at least one of the two were to fall and break a bone. The restaurant had been built into an old haveli, original erected in what you were guess would be the late 1800s or the early 1900s.
Tony climbed behind you as you excitedly made your way up the stairs. That’s when the pashmina shawl slipped from your shoulder, tangling into your feet as you stumbled backwards, your khussa clad feet getting caught, and right into Tony. He didn’t let you fall though, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist as you fell into him, and taking support of the wall with his palm he steadied you while you looked at him with wide eyes. "Careful.” He whispered, his warm breath brought a refreshing gust opposed to the cold air.
"Sorry!“ You smiled sheepishly, warmth flooding into your cheeks, realised his face and body were only a mere inches away from yours. "Chalo,” You moved up a step, careful of the shawl in your feet and picked it up. (Lets go.)
You smiled to yourself as you reached the top, stepping in the dawn air. When was the last time had you come here? 5 years? 6 years ago? You remember you and your friends had skipped a very important lecture on Macro Economics at LUMS, and had sneaked all the way here for an early lunch.
"Assalam Alaikum Ma'am.“ The manager walked over to the both of you.
"Walaikum Assalam.” You greeted him. “ Dau logo k liye table chahiye, railing k saath please.” (Table for two next to the railing please.)
"Jee aye.“ (Yes, come.)
Knowing what to order already, you didn’t waste second before ordering two breakfasts and a glass of Lassi. Knowing your mother she would have probably scolded you for ordering Lassi in such a cold weather. It was a drink for summers, made of yoghurt and milk, but that is why you had ordered just one. The glass was big enough for the two of you to share.
"I got to admit Y/N, this is really nice.” Tony told you as soon as the waiter walked. “The mosque looks amazing.”
"Oh please, you can’t even see anything clearly because of the fog. Oh my god Tony you absolutely have to come with me here for lunch or dinner, that’s when you see everything clearly. The mosque in pictures is no way as beautiful as it is in real life.“
"Done deal!” He smiled at the way your eyes lit up talking about the architecture and history of your city. Right now this really was a different side of yours he was seeing for the first time. So carefree, and happy. Yes you were happy living back in the compound with the Avengers, but there was always a spark missing. Tony now knew what that spark was. You missed your home, your town, your city, your country. A glance at this Y/N and looking back to the Y/N in America, always running here and there, organising interview and press conferences, doing damage control in mornings while the team used to be passed out drunk. This side of Y/N was completely opposite.
Tony grinned at you. “So tell me more. What is in store for us the next few days?”
Five minutes later he regretted asking that. You had started talking, telling him about all the plans for the next two weeks before the formal functions started. Tony had zoned out, quite a while ago. He wasn’t even listening to what you were saying, rather he only stared at your animated hand movements, and how every few seconds they went up either to brush your hair out of your face or to fix the maroon shawl that slipped time and time again. You only stopped talking when the waiter brought your breakfast.
He placed two round, steel thaalis on the table, each containing two puris ad four mini steel bowls, with channas, pickle, aalo and fresh yoghurt and in the middle he placed the large steel glass, equal to a 750 ml bottle.
Tony swore you squealed when the food appeared, God knows if needed you would have been sitting in your chair, clapping like a toddler at the sight of your food.
"Ok! So here’s the deal, I’m going to show you how to eat this. With your hands.“ You tore a piece of the puri, and dipped into the channa, and then the halwa. "You roll it up while grabbing the channay okay? And then add some halwa, or pickle whichever one you want. I personally do both, and then just put it in your mouth, yeah?’ You demonstrated exactly what you said, and moaned at the burst of flavours in your mouth, closing your eyes to enjoy the taste of home.
Tony soon followed suit, taking his first ever bite of halwa puri. You stared at him eagerly, waiting to see his reaction. You wished you would have recorded it, but it was too late now. The bite was already on its way to his mouth. You anticipated his reaction as he chewed.
"Hmm,” He hummed. “This is really good. Really really good.”
Satisfied with his reaction you leaned back in your seat and decided to now continue your meal in silence. More than halfway through out the meal you were about to stretch your hand to grab the glass of lassi, when he beat you to it. You didn’t say anything as he gulped down what was probably half the glass in one go. You waited for him to set it down, and then grabbed it yourself, taking in a big sip of the satisfyingly sweet, yet bone chilling cold drink.
"You’ve a milk mustache.“ Tony laughed at you, pointing towards your mouth.
"You have it too.” You rolled your eyes.
"I do?“ He questioned, leaning forward to grab a napkin to wipe it off.
"No!” You shouted.
He only looked at you with a what the fuck expression.
"Let’s take selfie.“ You opened your front camera on the Stark Phone.
It was his turn to roll his yes but nevertheless, he leaned forward to get into the frame. Both you heads touched together, while the table separated you from below. Both of you took a few snaps, peace signs in one, pouts and poked out tongues in another.
After having finished your Nashta’s both of were about to make your way out towards the car, when voice made you pause.
"Sir Jee! Sir Jee!” A waiter came running behind the both of you. “Aap Iron Man hai na?” (You are Iron Man right?)
You laughed, of course he was a fan. “He is asking if you Iron Man? Jee yahi hain aap kay Iron Man.” (Yes, this is your Iron Man.)
"Sir jee selfie?“ He requested, motioning towards his phone.
Tony turned towards you. "How do I say yes?”
"Yes is many words. Gi, Haan, Haan Gee.“
"Haan ok.” Tony answered to the waiter, even a simple word as yes in urdu sounded foreign in his voice.
After having taken his picture the waiter turned around with one last line. “Mai aap ka bohat bara fan hu, aap mujhay bohat achay lagtay hain.”
Tony didn’t know what he meant but figured as much that it was a compliment. “Thank you.” He smiled.
"He said, I’m a huge fan of yours, I really like you.“ You translated for him.
"Oh thanks.”
The rest of the ride was a quiet one, both of you were extremely full and all you wanted to do was get back home and go to sleep. And that is exactly what you both did. You did not even bother to change and got straight under the quilt covers, while Tony in his own room at least made the effort to get into a sweatshirt and sweatpants. About to fall asleep you didn’t when exactly you would wake up after having fulfilled your sleep. So you made sure to text Tony. Albeit he was literally in the room next to you, you were too lazy to get out of your warm bed.
Do you want me to wake you up whenever I wake up? We’ll go down together.
Ye
You smiled at this reply. He was too sleepy to even type the whole word.
A few hours later, towards the noon hours you woke up to shrill ringing of your phone. You groaned. One of the cons of being back in Pakistan was that no one. Absolutely no one ever let you sleep in peace. Turning over, your grabbed your phone from your bed side table, without looking at the screen you picked it up.
"Kya hai? (What is it?)“ You snapped.
"Madam, neend puri ho gayee ho tau neechay aa jaye?” It was your mom, oops and she was calling you downstairs.
"Oh, ayee.“ You answered.
"Bring Tony too. Khana laga diya hai.” Your mom ordered before hanging up.
Your mouth immediately watered at the thought of your mom’s cooking, that awaited for you downstairs.
Getting into your slippers, not even bothering to brush your hair, you made your way to Tony’s room. Only separated by a living room that had small kitchen counter towards the side.
"Tony you awake?“ You banged the door, and waited a few seconds for a response.
You tried again twice but there was no response. Finally giving up, you twisted the door handle hoping he hadn’t locked the door, luckily it was open. You entered the room only to be greeted with his sleeping self. He was sprawled out on the bed, one hand under the pillow, the other hanging off the side. You laughed to yourself, and turned on the lights.
"Tony Stark!” You screamed at him.
"What?“ he jumped up from his positions, arms raised to defend himself from whatever the threat was.
"Chill, it’s just me. No need to bring out your inner Iron Man.” You smiled at him as you leaned against the wall. “Lunch is ready, mama is calling us downstairs.”
"Ah okay, give me five minutes to change.“ He told you as he got out of the bed.
"No need, it’s just us. You can change later when the guests will come. Baba and Jibran have arranged a small dinner before the dholki’s and practices kick off tomorrow properly.”
"Ok then,“ he shrugged. "Let’s go.”
"Wiz happening? Wiz happening?“ You entered the dining room with Tony behind you, as you greeted your parents with a deep cartoonish voice.
"Time dekh rahi hain aap?” You Baba scolded. (Have you seen the time?)
"Jet lag baba!“ You grinned at him. "Tomorrow we will have morning chai together and catch up before you go the office, okay? I promise.”
He only mock laughed. “You are going to wake up at 7 to have chai with me? Impossible.”
“Ab aisi bhi baat nehi. (Oh please, I’m not that lazy.) Tony take a seat what are you waiting for?” You noticed him standing in the doorway still. You pushed out the chair next to you. “Come sit.”
Tony settling into his chair besides you was followed by a few moments of awkward silence as you all stared at each other.
"Tony ha-“
"Y/N fil-”
"Beta daalo n-“
You, your father and mother spoke at the same time, laughing to yourself you took for yourself to serve him some Biryani.
"Here in Pakistan if you are a guest, or are having food with we for the first time, the hosts don’t start eating unless you do.” You explained what just happened to him.
“Well then, I better get started because the food looks absolutely amazing, Aunty." Tony rubbed his hands together.
"Go on then. Try it.” Your mother encouraged him.
And so he did. “Tastes exactly like it does.” He smiled wide, looking at all three of you.
Turn by turn you and your parents also helped yourself to the rice.
"Where’s Jibran mama?“ You asked through a mouthful.
"He told you na, he is at the photographer’s studio with Sophia to finalise some things before the functions start.”
You only nodded, looking at Tony through the corner of your eyes. This was perhaps his second glass water, while he was only midway through his plate. You grinned to yourself, knowing that the Biryani may have been a little too spicy for his taste buds but you let it be and didn’t say anything.
“Speaking of that, you have got dress trials tomorrow. Tony’s clothes are with the same designer as well. So are your other friends. Be ready by ten thirty tomorrow morning. Both of you are going with me.”
“Urgghh!” You threw your head back in a groan. “Why so early maa?”
“Shut up! It’s you brother’s wedding. If you won’t wake up early and get the work done with me then who will? Plus it’s your dress trials.”
"Yay hain na!“ You bumped your shoulder into Tony. "You will do all the work on my behalf, won’t you? I mean I brought you for a reason.” You smirked.
“Not really, I’m Uncle Aunt’s VIP guest, aren’t?” He turned towards them.
“Yes definitely!” Your father’s eyes lit up as he agreed. Another partner for teasing his precious daughter who was back after years. It couldn’t get any better.
"Haw!“ You gasped. "Are you on my side or his?”
"His.“ Your mom shrugged, gathering up the plates to take into the kitchen as everyone was finished with their foods.
"Been here less than a day, and they love me more than you Y/N. Don’t be jealous. It’s okay.” Tony taunted you.
“Shut up!”
He only laughed as he got up from his seat, messing your hair as he did so. “I’ve a meeting with Pepper, I’ll be upstairs.”
You turned to face him so that you parents wouldn’t see you. Fuck you. You mouthed.
"I don’t mind.“ He smirked at you one last time before turning around to make his way to his room.
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Not really in shock as to what he had insinuated since making dirty jokes was a common occurrence between the both of you, but because he had the audacity to say he wouldn’t mind doing so in front of your desi parents. They were liberal but not that liberal. You were glad they didn’t know what context he said that in. But at the same time you thought to yourself. that wouldn’t be too bad waisay. Immediately you shook your head, haram thought Y/N. He is only a friend, a non mehram.
"Aur sunai mama baba,” You turned towards them once again, diverting your mind from that very sinful idea.
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Titanic conspiracy exposed
Head canon: Accepted
HOLY SHIT
Let’s not forget Jack has the exact same haircut as John Connor
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, now in quarantine
rapunzel has a whole song about what you can do while self-isolating at home. tangled said queen of social distancing
she is the princess of corona. literally. like that’s the name of her kingdom.
holy
guys help i’m LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND over these fat tiger art scrolls
(source)
UPDATE: HE FOUND A TINY FRIEND
Laughing at the names of the art pieces because YEAH, that is one “FEARSOME” fella! ⇓⇓⇓
猛虎下山: The fearsome tiger comes down the mountain. 猛虎上山: The fearsome tiger goes up the mountain. 猛虎再下山: The fearsome tiger comes down the mountain again. 猛虎再上山: The fearsome tiger goes up the mountain again. 猛虎趴窝: The fearsome tiger lies in the den. 猛虎困觉: The fearsome tiger getting sleepy. 猛虎早安: Good morning, fearsome tiger! 猛虎下雪山: The fearsome tiger comes down the snow mountain. 猛虎早安: Good morning, fearsome tiger! 猛虎滾下雪山: The fearsome tiger tumbles down the snow mountain. 猛虎嗯？: The fearsome tiger goes, “eh?” 猛虎？？: The fearsome tiger goes, “??” 猛虎…: The fearsome tiger… 猛虎猛舔: The fearsome tiger licks aggressively. 老虎发威: The (little) tiger shows its mettle!
I’ll just put the artist’s Instagram Link here too for my own reference.
oh mine god, i accidentally hath sent thou a picture of mine cock and balls...prithee delete it!! 'Lest...thou desire to look? haha I jest, delete it...should thee crave... haha nay, banish it...'lest?
"Are you coming?"
"What did you just say"
"Meow"
I love how the cat tried to play it cool at the end
proof of the “animals can speak human but for some reason refuse to do it in front of humans”
you ever have a piece of bread that’s so good you understand the plot of les miserables?
opposite energy from tasting turkish delights for the first time and wondering wtf was edmund on
so you know how when ur emailing someone back and forth, every draft gmail saves then is visible to both people in that conversation? i emailed one of my professors and it took him like 4 drafts to figure out how to say 'no problem, thank you' and it calms me to no end seeing we all struggle with basic human interaction sometimes
every draft is what now
this fuckin movie
