ive seen very few if any sexy models. modeling in general is not sexy i dont see how u could be attracted to a model. posing is not sexy bein aware of the camera is not sexy. candid is sexy. im sexy. im candid. im candy. eye candy. hi mandy. im randy. beach sandy. need handy.
Dress like you’re going to bump into you favorite band member in a coffee shop.
but remember they will probs spill coffee on you so dont overdress too much
But wear nice lingerie bc he will take u back to his place to clean your clothes
advantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
disadvantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
Guys think they’re totally not cute lol
the day i dress for a man is the day they dress me in my coffin to see jesus
i love how the stylists used to dress one direction up in cute coordinating outfits for their album cover photoshoots and tour and now they don’t even bother anymore
I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the woman who was supposed to be the love interest puts on his costume and becomes an even better hero.
I want all of the advertising to be for the hero and none of the marketing to even allude to this death.
imagine all the male tears
advantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
disadvantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
Guys think they’re totally not cute lol
the day i dress for a man is the day they dress me in my coffin to see jesus
I haven’t watched any of the originals interviews lately because i’m afraid that they’ll make me angry and i’ll start breaking things so i’ve just been reblogging all high quality gifs of Joseph Morgan looking beautiful but without the subtitles about the originals and this is a lot better i like this i can just admire how beautiful he is instead of banging my head off of a wall with frustration and sadness/anger because of the originals spoilers
Dear Diary,
today will be different. Today I will smile. It will be genuine. Because today is the day that I get to live again. This life will be good and beautiful. But not without heartbreak. In death comes peace. But pain is the cost of living. Like love, it’s how we know we’re alive. And life goes on.
tory-b
tory-b
Rating: Mature
Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Important Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Zombie Apocalypse, In the sense that this does not take place during an initial outbreak, but rather the aftermath, I shove every trope into a zombie au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, There’s only One Bed!, Sharing a Bed, Tori makes a zombie au soft, Minor Character Death, Veronica and Archie are married and have a son, Jughead is single and has a knife, Betty is confused and doing her best, BAMF Betty Cooper, Diseased People not dead people, Zombie-ism is a bit of a sexually transmitted disease, People are gonna die but probably not the people you love, Eventual Smut, Tentative Death List TM, Don’t You Dare Die On Me Blowjobs
Summary: During the day, all is well with the world. Children laugh, men and women haggle in the Marketplace for blankets and food. But when the lights go out and all the houses are boarded up, the Diseased crawl from the sewer grates, dragging their decaying bodies through the streets. Today, The City, a bustling metropolis of hope admit the Outbreak, has fallen and Betty Cooper is forced to flee her home towards the safe haven of Riverdale, home of the Southside Serpents. Her mother has promised the once upon a time motorcycle gang will keep her safe, but when she immediately start bumping heads with their caustic leader, Jughead Jones, Betty starts to realize just how difficult the transition might be.
Authors Note: A chapter not quite as long as last time but one that certainly still deserves a never ending outpour of love to @theonlyemmaleigh for beta-ing!
Preview:
Betty stands and reaches for the picture frame, blowing away some of the dust that’s collected there from years of neglect. It looks like a family photo, taken when Jughead’s eyes were a little less weary and his soul a little less hardened. His teeth are too big for his body and so are his ears. He’s still wearing his hat though it fits him a little less snuggly. Behind him is his father even if she can barely recognize him with a clean shave. Beside them is a woman holding a little girl, who she thinks might be two, with little blonde pigtails that hardly match her dark-haired family, tied off two mismatching bows.
It looks, surprisingly, Post-Outbreak. The structures behind them look worn down and guessing Jughead’s age as close to hers he’s much too old in this photo for it to be taken before the Diseased started shambling around the world. She studies the woman’s face again and frowns. There’s a flicker of familiarity there that she can’t quite place, like someone she’s met at a street corner during the lunch rush, or a face on the morning commute that always looks unhappy with the surroundings. Those two little star tattoos are certainly distinct and she files that information away to be revisited at a later date.
Just as she’s setting the photo back down she hears the thump of the couch sagging under pressure and turns to see Jughead’s raised eyebrow. He speaks before she can ask her question. “Toni and I found an old Polaroid camera in a pile of trash near the outskirts one day. We weren’t even supposed to be there but we snuck out because Sweet Pea said we were too chicken to go to the fence. There were two pictures left on it so we decided she got one and I got one. Toni took a picture of the sunrise and I got a picture of my family.”
