#can smize like Tyra

[1eos]

dumb and irrelevant: but it took me you describing him to notice how taeyang's smile doesn't reach his eyes, if he ever smiles truthfully it'll be a moment ig

it's neither dumb or irrelevant bc it's you nd i love hearing what you have to say *sticks the mic in your face* but lfmafafooafooada it really doesn'ttttttt like no matter what his eyes are giving like...cornered and abt to bite as a last resort like girl where is the positive energy?????

#jackal boy is just a very strange character in a way that is not kendra conducive #like those gifs were scaring me bro like CAN SOMEONE GET TYRA BANKS ON SET TO TEACH HIM SMIZING

[fatefulfaerie]

Truth Or Dare

A happy May birthday to @ninjaboysc !! I hope you like it!

“Truth,” Zelda said, amongst the clatter of the bar, clinking glasses, conversations loud yet out of earshot, drunk cheers for birthdays and unbirthdays alike.

Urbosa tipped her head slightly, and leveled Zelda with green eyes that bled with equal parts attitude and disbelief.

“Come on,” Urbosa said. “You’ve chosen truth every time. Stop playing it safe.”

“Okay fine,” Zelda relented, submitting to the pressure. She held her hands in surrender. “Dare away.”

Mipha leaned in after sipping at her Long Island Iced Tea, an uncharacteristic smirk on her face. This red-haired graduate student with warm hazel eyes and the sweetest demeanor got quite mischievous when alcohol was in her system.

“You see that guy over there,” Mipha said with a slight upward nod, as if gesturing with her chin for the trio to look over.

It was a trio of guys, two blondes and one with a dyed dark blue and a mess of small braids. One of the blondes was leaner, but fit, with startling ocean-blue eyes and hair that was more sandy. The other blonde was a platinum blonde with spiky hair. Boy Band spiky. Maybe they were in a band.

“Anime, Emo, or Short Legolas?” Urbosa asked, “you’ve got to specify, Miph.”

“Short Legolas,” Mipha clarified. “He has one of those ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish’ buttons on. It would be a shame if at least one of us didn’t take him up on it.”

It was tacky. Today was St. Patrick’s Day, and it was still tacky.

“Yeah, no,” Zelda said, turning back into the table..

“Why not?” Urbosa questioned. “He’s cute.”

“I’m not going up to a stranger and kissing them, no matter how cute they are.”

“Well I officially dare you,” Mipha said. “We can even bar hop immediately afterwards if you want a quick exit.”

Zelda gave a deep sigh and contemplated as she stared into her iced water. She then bit her bottom lip before looking up at Mipha.

“He is pretty cute,” Zelda admitted.

Zelda knew she had never done anything this outgoing in her whole life as she slid out of the barstool. But she fisted her hands and convinced herself that yes, she could do this. Nevermind that she had never kissed anyone before. It was an embarrassing fact she didn’t want to admit to her friends. The past 22 years of her life she had been so focused on school and studying and career stuff that romance had no place.

“Lame,” she could hear Urbosa saying. So Zelda made up a first kiss story for one of her truths. It was a lie.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want romance, it just never came up. This right there was to prove to herself that yes, she could get behind the whimsy of romance, she could pull it off and be a woman men swoon for, not just catcall on the street.

Also this Irish guy wasn’t just cute, he was capital H HOT. Her two redhead friends had no idea, but Zelda had been stealing shy glances all night. But, she couldn’t be shy and meek now.

Come on Zelda, strut, strut like you are one of those drama queens on America’s Next Top Model. Smize like Tyra Banks. Act like you’re worth it. Be confident. They won’t know what hit them. They won’t know it’s a facade of bravery.

The trio of young men laughed as Zelda approached, but not at her. One of them had said something funny. She disregarded all her hesitation, and tried not to think about Urbosa and Mipha behind her, watching, snickering.

The guys barely turned their heads before Zelda planted one on the Irish guy by taking command of the back of his neck.

She heard the laughing scoff of disbelief of one of his friends, but she didn’t care. Her heart swelled and she fell in love with the sensation of kissing another human being, especially when the stranger started kissing her back.

It never got farther than chaste, and lasted only a few seconds. Then, Zelda denied herself the gaze of his beautiful iridescent eyes and turned on her heel with quite a bit of sass in her flipped hair and her walk straight out of the bar doors, as if that was always her exit plan.

Her false confidence lasted until the second the doors closed, Urbosa and Mipha meeting her. Their combined excited yelps echoed down the street and they jumped up and down, before of course remembering their quick getaway.

The designated driver for the evening, Zelda singled out the correct key for the car and helped the two tipsy redheads into the back seats. She opened the door on the driver’s side, got a single leg in and…

“Hey!”

Zelda peeked her head out and sighed in annoyance. HE was jogging out to meet her.

“It was a dare, okay?” She said, with one hand on the car door. The young man slowed his jog to a stop. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“And what kind of girl is that?” He asked. “That you’re not.”

“I’m not easy,” Zelda said. “I’m no floozy, I am 100% sober, and I am not copulating tonight.”

He smiled, and bowed his head as he chuckled. He looked back up. His eyes sparkled with the stars.

“Well I’m not as smart as you,” he said. “But if I know one thing, I know that I just met the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, and I would kick myself tomorrow if I didn’t get the number of the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Zelda sat on that for a bit, just staring and breathing with the car door open. She willed her cheeks not to blush.

Without a word, she stepped onto the curb and closed the car door.

She stepped forward and offered her hand. He wasn’t sure what to do with it, and lifted his own, uncertain. Zelda rolled her eyes.

“Not your hand, your phone,” Zelda said.

“Oh.” He reached in his pocket, and it was apparent he wasn’t trying to hide his blush. After a bout of typing (who voluntarily has the click sounds for their keyboard on?), Zelda returned the phone and walked back to the car.

“Not A Booty Call?” She heard him ask as she walked. “I don’t get a name?”

“You asked for a number,” Zelda said, walking backwards to face him while she said. “Not a name.”

“But it’s your number, right?” He asked. Zelda smiled.

“Try it,” she dared, before hopping in her car and closing the door, making sure the window was rolled down.

Link never thought he’d be so happy to hear the sound of the standard phone ringtone, even as it faded down the street.

#zelink #modern au #botw au

[topmodelranking2]

Any advice for looking confident in photos

Honestly, this is hard to really define. There are so many vague terms that instantly come to mind when trying to explain this, so I've tried to explain what I mean as non-redundantly as possible. Sorry if I've failed at this.

Probably the two biggest things that instantly make me question the confidence are the eyes and the mouth. Wide open eyes can work, but I think a lot of the time when a photo reads as lacking confidence, the model has wide spread eyes with nothing really going on. I know Tyra tried to make smizing a thing, but I do think trying to squint the eyes slightly, feels more confident most of the times. Strong, direct eye-contact can also generally help.

Of course, it needs to match the rest of the face, especially the mouth. Parted lips again can work in dreamy-breathless sort of scenarios, but I think generally a tight closed jaw or a smile will read as more confident.

The face is the crucial part for me when it comes to confidence, while you need to commit with the pose, or try and go natural, if you don't seem confident facially, your pose will always seem uncertain. I do think those more exaggerated poses generally work better, sort of like all those power poses people use in business. Open, rather than closed off.

I think an example of these failures is Tahnee's trapeze shot, here we see her wide eyes, no strong expression behind them, the parted lips. It just instantly reads as lacking confidence, even with eye contact, so that alone isn't enough. You can then contrast that with Franky's shot from the same week, strong eyes, tight jaw, helps make the pose seem confident, despite potentially being another one that could be awkward.

#ausntm #auscycle5 #antm #tahnee atkinson #franky okpara

[manderz182]

🌮 Taco knows how to look cute 😻

#i love my taco baby #can smize like Tyra #workin the fierceness #cat #kitty

[bybyeblackbird]

Edward & Sweeney + smiling

Requested by @johnnyuwudepp

#request #johnny depp #edward scissorhands #sweeney todd #my edits #plus #i thought finding smiles for ed was gonna be harder but that dude is always smiling at everything???? he's such a beautiful puppy????? omg #and for ST i wanted to just do sweeney not benjamin fyi #anyways i guess i can still make gifs! hurrah! #sweeney's smiles are more like leers and smirks lmao fuck that guy deserved his oscar nom for that one #also 4th edward gif??? that dude is SMIZING. smizing for kim!!! tyra banks would be proud!!!

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Hello! 🥰✨💖

Um 🥺👉👈

If you want to, can you release a teeny tiny new snippet of your fic you're working on? Scoured the entire tag on your tumblr and read everything you've put out so far and I'm dyinggggg for more!!!

Literally all my favorite tropes put together, enemies to lovers, pretend relationships, sexual tension, GAY BALLET!!?? Bellissimo 👩‍🍳💋

You are SO KIND anon, and BLESS YOU for not forgetting about this fic during my terrible spat of writers' block. Since you asked so nicely, here's a little snippet from the gala red carpet for you.

“Okay, Harry, you’re on,” Robyn says, tapping his arm. “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Thanks,” Harry replies, squaring his shoulders and standing tall. “Here goes nothing.”

Harry takes a deep breath, officially stepping out onto the red carpet. The lights are bright, but thankfully not blinding, and the step and repeat is significantly warmer than the holding area because of them. He catches Louis’ eye, smiling when he winks at him again, feeling his nerves settle as he hits his mark. This is not all that different from any other afterparty photo call he’s done before, Harry realizes. He doesn’t know why he built it up so much in his head. Everything about it is just bigger, with more space, brighter lighting, and more photographers. The way they’re shouting his name is definitely a new thing, and Harry’s glad Louis went before him, so he could at least get a preview of what it would be like when it was his turn. It’s mildly disorienting, but Harry takes another steadying breath, hitting the pose he practiced with Harris during their final fitting: one hand on his hip to showcase the way his billowy sleeve drapes, his other arm at his side with his clutch against his thigh, facing out so it’s properly in the shot. He channels his best Tyra Banks, keeping his chin up and his face relaxed, smizing his best possible smize as he subtly shifts his pose and eye line every few seconds so everyone can get their shot.

“Together!”

“Let’s get you together!”

“C’mon, lovebirds, we want you together!”

Harry tries not to cringe at the use of “lovebirds” as he turns to look at Louis, only to find that he’s already looking back at him, the expression on his face so soft and fond that it takes Harry’s breath away, his heart skipping a beat.

He looks absolutely smitten and Harry feels a little dizzy, the lines between what he knows is real and what is not blurring until he can hardly tell which is which.

The shouting intensifies and it’s like time is suspended, flashbulbs going off as they stand six feet apart, just gazing at each other for what could be minutes or what could be seconds, Harry has no idea. Finally, Louis arches an eyebrow, his lips curling in his familiar impish grin as he tilts his chin up and time starts moving at normal speed again. Harry laughs, giving him a little nod. They move towards each other at the same time, meeting in the middle in two strides and their arms going around each other’s waists automatically, like they are magnets or puzzle pieces clicking into place, like it’s the most natural thing in the world and they’ve been walking red carpets together for years.

Louis turns into him slightly, reaching over and fiddling with the tie on Harry’s shirt.

“Oh God, was it messed up the whole time?” Harry asks him quietly, mirroring his body position. “Harris will be so disappointed.”

“No, it looked perfect,” Louis smiles up at him, re-centering the tie with a little pat, his fingertips lingering on the exposed plane of Harry’s chest. “You look perfect. Now smile at me, princess, this is gonna be the money shot.”

Harry does as he’s told, giving Louis a dimpled smile, much to the delight of the photographers.

The lines that had just blurred become crystal clear again. It’s crazy how good at this whole charade Louis is, so good that he even fooled Harry for a moment.

#Arise Fair Sun #NICE THINGS

[xjoonchildx]

Could you please do a rating of the sweetest to flirtiest smiles in Bangtan?

okay miss @hauntedlilies and miss @sumzysworld, i'm gonna combine these two asks because you really can't talk about someone's smile without talking about their teeth.

SO: 😁😁😁

SWEETEST

jung hoseok

i mean, you knew this was coming, right? remember those glasses they passed out before the eclipse in 2019? we should all be wearing those when we look directly into hoseok's smile. this is 100% uncut, double-potency, military-grade seratonin. and if you've been following me for a while, you know that i'm weak for hoseok's perfectly-straight teeth. he's the only member of bangtan copped wearing braces back in the day, so that makes sense. the pain paid off, mr. jung.  now you have the perfect smile.

kim namjoon

honestly, since muster i truly don't know what to make of namjoon any more.  the same mean-mugging, muscle-shirt wearing gym rat who showed up to SOWOOZOO with two unregistered weapons is the same man with this brilliant, sweet smile.  joon's smiles always feel open and honest, particularly when he's caught off guard by something funny.  by technicality he probably wins best teeth in bangtan because these are the kind of teeth people show dentists when they're trying to get veneers. perfectly symmetrical and so pretty to look at.

min yoongi

yoongi has the most fun smile in bangtan. it's unique -- sometimes it's a little snarky, sometimes it's a little shy. i kind of love that it's not perfectly straight, because it looks real and not like some hollywood dentistry nonsense.  of course, when anyone describes his smile the word "gummy" comes up and that's hella accurate but also part of what makes his smile so different. also i live for the moments when it goes from smile to smirk and y'all know what i'm talking about.

jeon jungkook

i can't figure out if jungkook is a liar or if he is an all-capital letters L I A R because the same man in this photo is the same one who turned up for MOTS:ONE and SOWOOZOO. so he lands right in the middle of the list because he can turn it on or he can turn it off. most of the time, he's wearing this sweet, shy smile with the scrunched nose and the bunny teeth we all love so much.  my dear sweet tooth anon explained a lot about the shape of his teeth -- how they angle out just a bit and it gives him this cute, boyish appearance. just don't get fooled baby, this is a man man.

kim seokjin

you can't be the world's most handsome man without an amazing smile. good thing for seokjin, he can check off that box. he has model-perfect teeth, just the right size, super straight. and as much as he likes to be a ham for the cameras, he loves to turn on the sex appeal, too. yes, i'm talking to you dimple seokjin. i saw you.

kim taehyung

tae would take top honors at the tyra banks school of smizing. this man -- THIS MAN -- knows exactly what he's doing with his face. he's trolling us all every damned time he's pretending he doesn't. the shape of his mouth is so unique, too -- the boxiness that all of us are always writing and reading about is so endearing. or it would be, if he didn't use all his powers for evil. his teeth are super straight which fits the boxy shape of his mouth very well.

park jimin

park jimin is a flirt. watch this man work a camera or a crowd for five seconds and you'll understand why every man, woman, child and houseplant in the general vicinity ends up powerless against him. the best part of his mega-watt smile is that adorable little snaggletooth in the front that in no way takes away from this man's perfection.

FLIRTIEST

#best bangtan smiles

[anythingbutmar]

Runway show

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: Diego knows exactly how to comfort you after your insecurities stop you from buying new clothes.

A/N: I felt so nice about myself writing this so I hope you feel the same when you read it! Love yourselves the way you love this fictional man!

Warnings: body image issues, self deprecation, me not knowing a thing about fashion.

“I expect a whole ass runway show!” Diego announced as he heard the front door open. “You took too long babe, I missed you.” He came from the kitchen wearing a cheesy apron and it almost cheered you up.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but I didn’t like anything.” You sighed after giving him a peck on the lips.

“Y/N... Tell me the truth, I can see there’s something else.”

“Fine, I didn’t like anything on me.” You sat on the couch embracing your legs. “Every jean just made my legs look skinnier like a chicken, every top made me look fat and every dress made me feel like a surfing board.”

Diego left the apron on the table and sat beside you, putting his arms around your shoulders.

“Who am I kidding? It’s not that the clothes made me that way, it’s just me. I don’t even understand my body, it’s like sometimes it’s too curvy and sometimes it’s too small, how can you even like that?” Your head started filling with more and more nasty thoughts about yourself and you knew you had to push them away, Diego loved you with all your imperfections, but what if he didn’t?

“Baby I love everything about you because you’re absolutely gorgeous! Everyone has different bodies and we all look different with the same piece of clothing. Your body is unique and it’s my favorite one in the entire world.” He proceeded to kiss your entire face until it made you laugh. “Not that you need me for validation, but next time let’s go shopping together so I can praise you the way you deserve.”

“That sounds nice.” You whispered against his neck, already feeling safer with him.

“How about this? You’re gonna go to our closet and pick your favorite outfits and then we will actually go all Tyra Banks, you’ll model and I’ll compliment you.”

“Only if you wear that apron again.”

“Deal.”

You hated messing up your closet but your boyfriend was right, maybe you needed that, so you threw all your favorite things on the bed and combined them into things you liked. You took a jean skirt and a striped cropped hoodie with some black thigh high boots. And strived to the living room with the confidence of a real model, knowing only Diego could make you feel like that.

“Damn baby! Come here, pose a little.” You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips, sending him a kiss. “Alright, alright, I see you’re trying to flirt with the judges and it’s definitely working because I just fell in love wow.”

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed.

“I’m loving how sexy your legs look with those boots, like Ariana Grande, and I think stripes are in right now so good choice!” You couldn’t stop laughing at his attempt on professional flattering.

“Alright silly, I’m gonna go change.” You threw your clothes everywhere in the room, now choosing some black high waisted jeans and a red, lacy see-through shirt with a black bra underneath and red sneakers. This time you even painted your lips red, you truly loved how it looked on you and you knew Diego did too.

Once again, you pictured your hallway as a real runway from a Victoria’s Secret fashion show and you walked swaying your hips, winking once you were in front of your boyfriend.

“Yes, give me that smize! Wow, I’m loving this attitude!”

“You seem to know a lot about America’s Next Top Model, don’t you?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What can I say? I enjoy the drama sometimes.” He smiled playfully. “So I see red’s definitely your color, if I wasn’t a professional judge I’d just kiss those lips a million times! I’m also loving that shirt, it’s...” He stared at your boobs as if he wanted to remove the shirt instead of compliment it. “Elegant! Yes, it’s very elegant.”

You just kept laughing until you went breathless and you couldn’t resist it anymore, you sat on his lap and kissed him deeply, holding him as close as you could. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Me? I should thank you for letting me look at this masterpiece.” He said, giving your thigh a light squeeze. “Now come on baby give me one more.”

You stood up and walked to your room in the most seductive way you could, knowing he would be staring all the way.

“Now you’re gonna have to strip for me like Christina Aguilera after this!” He shouted, making you chuckle.

“You also know Burlesque?” You asked as you started changing.

“Oh so what Y/N? Men can’t like nice things now?” He teased.

“Of course they can, I just always took you for a die hard and football kind of guy.”

“Well looks can be deceiving, now get your ass out here so I can finish cooking.”

You looked in the mirror one last time, finally feeling great about yourself. You wore a royal blue dress that exposed your shoulders and accentuated your hips and a pair of heeled boots that made you look taller, which you enjoyed.

For the last time you stood before the door and modeled like your life depended on it, even twirling in the end.

“Wow, I’m... speechless.” He simply stated.

“Babe!” You pouted.

“It’s the truth! You look like a goddess Y/N!” He stood from the couch and took your hand to kiss it before twirling you around again. “So, do you want to take this cute little dress to the bedroom?”

“Absolutely I do.” You smiled before he carried you there like a princess, closing the door behind him.

#pleaasee he looks so hot on that gif wow #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves fluff #diego hargreeves fanfics #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves imagines #diego hargreeves tua #tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fluff #the umbrella academy fanfiction #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy imagines #david castañeda #david castañeda imagines #david castañeda imagine #david castañeda x reader #david castañeda fanfic #david castañeda fanfiction #diego hargreeves fanfiction #david castañeda fluff

[thevirgodoll]

Any advise on how to glow up and maybe take better pictures?? I’m really struggling right now believing in myself and don’t feel great...I’m on dating apps and men that match with me have been asking to see “more pictures” and I’m wondering why if I have one close up selfie with no filter, and one body picture? Also why would they match with me if they want to see more?

They want to see more of you probably in general. They have an interest and want to see if you’re either A) real or B) willing to share n*des (sorry) or C) they’re genuinely interested. Either way, you should work on yourself more than anything else before pursuing anything serious.

Glow up tips:

•Have fashion sense. Look to Pinterest for inspo. Gut your wardrobe if you must.

•Look presentable. Clean hair and nails.

•Whiten your smile with whitening strips. I use the Crest line of products but you can use what works for you.

•If this is your thing, learn how to walk in heels. It helps with posture.

•Believe in yourself through understanding that you have purpose with or without anyone. Refer to my confidence tag.

•Work on qualities from the inside. Refer to being a mature woman, and dream girl.

Picture tips:

•Keep lighting in consideration. If you’re outside, this should be easy during the day. If you are inside, go to the best lighting in your space or get a ring light from online.

•Know your angles and features. Focus on them with makeup or camera lighting or focus. This works by knowing your face. Look at yourself in the mirror and see how to pose with your face first.

•Understand how poses work. Again this comes from taking photos or looking in the mirror.

•Have good posture. Stand up straight so that if it is a full body photo, you are commanding the photo and it’s not commanding you. Timid is not the look.

•With photos that are closer up, say everything with your eyes. Think Tyra Banks “Smize”. Use a hand to touch your hat for example or your chin - it adds some character.

•Make fluid motions. Don’t do the same poses. Have at least 30-50 pics or more to choose from of multiple poses and looks in the same outfit. Pick your favorite then edit it to your liking.

•Be confident. You can’t pose in front of a camera if you’re not confident in yourself.

•Take pictures for your own pleasure. Not someone else’s.

Remember: a glow up doesn’t happen through someone else. It happens because you want to and you decide enough is enough. Take this as a sign. Your mental health should be your first priority. Someone else believing in you - whether emotionally or sexually - will only get you so far before it fails to fulfill the void.

Get that baddie playlist going, take a relaxing bath, make a list of the things you want to change about life rn, and go get that ish done. Make ur mind up tht not believing in yourself isn’t an option anymore! FR. Now that’s a glow up.

The Virgo Doll approves this message and fights for you saweetie!

#advice

[19red]

no.18 1988 ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much for asking, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this!!

#18. smile kisses, two dorky grins pressing together  / read on ao3

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Before the door slams closed behind him, Patrick is already wrestling with his coat. “I had an epiphany,” he yells to Jonny’s empty foyer, tugging on his left sleeve and toeing off his shoes simultaneously—stumbling—catching himself against the wall. Almost succeeding in spraining both a wrist and an ankle. “Did you hear me?” he yells again, grateful Jonny didn’t witness that.

“The key is for emergencies only.”

“I said,” Patrick follows the voice to the kitchen, “I had an epiphany.”

Jonny is standing shirtless by the fridge, head tipped back, throat muscles working as they pump down gulp after gulp of water. Some of the liquid drips disgustingly across Jonny’s chin and down his gross sweaty chest.

“Were you working out?” Patrick asks, somehow in equal measure surprised and not. “It’s 10 pm, you monster.”

“And?”

Patrick hops on the island, socked feet dangling in the air, and makes grabby hands for a beer.

“That’s not for sitting,” Jonny complains like clockwork but he sticks his head in the fridge and bends to grab a can, thus subjecting Patrick to the frankly unholy sight of his perspiration-soaked shorts clinging to his frankly unholy glutes.

“Let’s go back to my epiphany,” Patrick says.

“Okay.” Jonny chucks the beer at him, then leans back against the closed fridge, thick forearms crossed over his perfect, suckable nipples.

“Come on, asshole. Ask me.”

“Did learning your first multi-syllabic word hurt your brain very much?”

“First of all, fuck you,” Patrick says, flicking the side of the can a couple of times before cracking it open at arm's length so the overflow spills onto Jonny’s floor. “Asshole has two syllables.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny says because he can’t abide being wrong nor mess that isn’t expressly of his own creation.

Patrick takes a swig and flaunts his dimples. “That’s my epiphany exactly.”

“What?”

“I was on a date and--”

“Yeah,” Jonny pushes off the fridge. “I know that,” he says in his bitchiest monotone, stepping right into the pool of spilled beer as he muscles Patrick’s knees apart with his hips. He puts his scorching hot hands on top of Patrick’s thighs. Up close, his body radiates heat in unrelenting waves and nasty wafts of sweat that make Patrick’s dick, the fucking weirdo, perk up in red-hot interest.

Patrick flexes his fingers around the cool damp metal of the can. “You reek, by the way.”

He catches a flash of a smug smile before Jonny’s face dips out of his field of vision and Jonny’s nose digs into the crook of his neck.

“You smell good.” Jonny takes a nice deep breath and Patrick’s skin pebbles.

“I was on a date.”

An overdramatic groan makes Patrick shiver, head to toe. Jonny thumps his forehead against Patrick’s shoulder and just—slumps. What a fucking baby.

“She was hot,” Patrick starts, “and--”

“I don’t wanna know about your date.”

“No—shit. N-no, you d—ah. You do,” he stutters. This conversation would flow so much easier if Jonny weren’t mouthing wetly at the side of Patrick’s neck while dripping his mind-drugging sex pheromones all over Patrick’s favorite shirt. Mastering speech is damn hard when half of your brainpower is busy wrestling the horny into submission. No scooting closer to Jonny to rub your hard-on against his firm slick stomach. That’s a bad idea. Bad!

“You want to know,” Patrick croaks. He squirms around to dislodge Jonny’s mouth and receives a stinging bite for his effort. “Listen,” Patrick fists a hand in the damp hair at Jonny’s nape and pulls. Once it’s clear Jonny, stubborn fucking bastard, isn’t going to yield, Patrick crosses his ankles to trap him in the space between his legs before stamping the cold beer can right into his abs.

Jonny jolts back with an embarrassingly chirpable shriek and glares.

“She was hot and like, great tits,” Patrick goes on as nothing happened, “but you never know with chicks, yeah?”

Jonny glares harder.

“Right.” Patrick drains the whole beer then sets the can aside. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Swallows up a burp because, even though Jonny would totally deserve to be slapped right in the scowl with a cloud of Patrick’s stinky fermented breath, nobody ever belches in romance novels. “What I’m saying is, like. Are they gonna put out? I kept thinking about you. You always put out. Easiest laid ever.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny grumbles, but his hands are feeling up Patrick’s thighs—squeezing, stroking, squeezing harder.

“Yeah,” Patrick circles his fingers around Jonny’s strong wrists. He can feel Jonny’s heart hammering steadily against his pads. “You’re always up for it. It’s a positive. It made me think.”

“And now you have a headache. Is that the emergency? No aspirin at your place?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and wraps his legs tighter around Jonny, pulls him closer, closer, closer. He slides his hands to Jonny’s waist. “I’m trying to--” a frustrated gargle noise escapes his throat. He wishes there was more alcohol in his system. “I’m serious. I want someone to touch my dick and like. You can do that. You’re good at it. Like, I mean. Almost half decent.”

“Yeah, I’m easy. We’ve established that.”

“I mean I want you to be the only one that touches me—my dick,” Patrick hurriedly corrects, feeling like the earth cracked open and Satan themself spurted from the blazing depths of hell just to drag their blistering tongue all across the entire length of Patrick’svery flammable human body.“Besides myself obviously. I’m still going to jack off.” He’s fairly certain his face is on fire. “And maybe it could go, like. Both ways.”

Jonny blinks, processing. Big doe eyes somehow at once dumb and piercing. “You wanna be the only one that touches my dick?”

“It makes sense,” Patrick nods, feeling a little sick.

“I’m just trying to—“ Jonny frowns—then, suddenly, his mouth twitches at the corners. He clamps it tight. “Shit,” he says as he loses the battle to keep a neutral expression to a smize of such twinkling glory, Patrick’s tempted to proclaim him Canada’s next top model then and there. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“No. I mean. I don’t know.” Patrick bites his bottom lip then runs his tongue over the sting, tasting the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he’s making Tyra proud too. “If you want to, I guess.”

“It’d be convenient.”

Patrick slides his fingers past the elastic of Jonny’s shorts and yanks their bodies flush via two full handfuls of the most glorious ass in the NHL. Patrick’s dick twitches hallelujah.“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Wow,” Jonny’s voice drops to a killer rumble as he cups Patrick’s face. His right thumb rests just at the corner of Patrick’s mouth. Patrick thinks about licking it—and does. Just a quick teasing dart of the tongue. Jonny’s eyes go black and hot. “Looks and brains. I’m impressed.”

Their faces inch closer. “Are you calling me hot?”

“No,” Jonny lies badly, nudging his nose against the side of Patrick’s own. Patrick beams so big he feels the stretch in his lips, like he’s giving happiness’ huge monster cock the blowjob of a lifetime or something.“You think I’m hot.”

“Stop smiling, I’m trying to kiss you,” Jonny squishes Patrick’s cheeks between his giant palms in an effort to downscale Patrick’s face-splitting grin to a kissable size.

“You stop smiling.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Shut up,” Patrick says right against Jonny’s mouth. “You love me.”

“Yes.”

Patrick’s stomach does a backflip. Jonny is probably already sex-dazed, babbling nonsense. “Yes?” Patrick asks, aiming for teasing but landing on pathetic. A fucking lovesick fool, all needy and shit.

“Yes,” Jonny says. He sounds lucid enough. Patrick’s stomach backflips again. “Yeah. Pat, Peeks, baby—yes.” Jonny drops little pecks on his lips, his jaw, his chin—his lips again. For each one he keeps whispering yes and baby and Patrick’s name and—

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. Jonny uses the word like a door, pushing his tongue into Patrick’s eager, welcoming mouth. The feeling aches and swells swells swells in Patrick’s chest. After a moment, he pulls back. He needs to tell Jonny, wants him to know—“You’re annoying too. Like, the most annoying.”

“The most?”

Patrick licks the scar on Jonny’s bottom lip and hums.

“So rude,” Jonny scolds. “Fuck you.”

“Could be arranged for sure.”

#1988 #asks #stuff i wrote

[mercuryislove]

can you tell me about ur oc's smiles. any number of em any ones you want. we need some smiles today. <3

i got you!!!!! <333

(okay I'm very excited about this because it gives me a reason to also talk about the way they laugh lol)

When Ciaran smiles and he means it, it's so wide that his nose wrinkles and he squints. He smiles with his whole damn face and he smiles like all the fucking time, so he has laugh lines around his eyes that he doesn't notice or care about. He also sticks his tongue out a little bit if he's laughing. Also. You know that post that's like “I hate people who touch me when they laugh hard like unhand me you raggedy bitch”?? (it cracks me up SO much because I am the raggedy bitch that grabs people when I laugh.......) Anyway. That's Ciaran. He laughs loud and hard and snorts sometimes and is the kind of guy to grab someone's arm. and he doesn't care when people think it's weird.

Meanwhile Anwei has mastered the art of both smizing (thank u tyra banks) AND smilling only with her mouth. She can basically have two different facial expressions at once (bc she's a fucking weirdo). Her like “professional” smile is very demure. Shows no teeth, barely counts as a smile, would be perfect for photo ops. But her real smile is sooooo beautiful. She has extremely kind eyes and a warm smile and basically it can win the heart of everyone in a five mile radius. She doesn't share the same like. nose wrinkling, sore cheek smile that her brother does but it's still infectious and friendly and people love to see it.

OH AND THEN the fucking. omg. the Sovereign aka the most beautiful man on earth wtf. What is the thing they say about like. helen of troy or whatever. That she was so beautiful a thousand ships sailed for her or some shit. Well. His smile is so gorgeous that a thousand AND ONE ships would sail for him. I'm talking words can't even describe this man. You see him smile and it's like being welcomed into the arms of a lover or best friend. You could get lost in it (which is also kind of the point because he IS the perfect charismatic, hypnotic, magnetic uh killing machine). You WANT to get lost in it. People get light headed if they look at him too long. like. he IS the moment.

#oc talk #i gotta say..... it's hard to describe smiles. #also i seriously considered sitting down and describing every single character's smile but that would take. a long time. #there are a lot of them lol #thank you for sending this in friend :3 i hope these are the smiles you need

[imtherealsebastiansatan]

I don’t know how to answer this without sounding creepy. / won't judge, spill :) just want to know your take on it.

Whenever I say “Seb doesn’t look good” or “well” or “okay” or anything along those lines, I never mean his looks. It has very little to do with the length of his hair, or how messy his beard is or how dry his skin looks or whatever else people like to go on about.

Whenever I comment on Seb, I am usually talking about his eyes.

See? Told you it was creepy.

Happy Seb has a certain twinkle in his eyes. He doesn’t even have to be smiling. He doesn’t have to be cleaned up or dressed well. There’s just a spark. Haha just thought of Tyra and “smizing” but yeah, something like that.

In videos, there’s also a certain something in the way he talks. I am sure he wasn’t in a great place mentally back in New York but the videos he filmed in his apartment during the pandemic felt more genuine than anything we have seen since.

You can disagree. I guess. But I am adamant about this.

[stoopsbookstore]

also not a headcanon because i suck at them, but i woke up today and said, i wanna get fucked by san against a wall and then i had the thought haunt me for the rest of the day. thanks san 🥴 - 👀

San is 2 years younger than me and I want that boy to do whatever he wants with me, like holy FUCK, I've never been into younger guys until I got into kpop.

I don't want to quote 13 Reasons Why because I have some thoughts on that show and they are not nice thoughts, but it's that damned smile and also his eyes, to quote Ms Tyra Banks, his smize. He can go from "UWU yes sir, I'll have your precious child home at 8. Actually at 7:30, before the streets lights come on" to "imma pound every hole I can, get you off all the times I can and you won't get home until 7:30 next Tuesday."

LIKE LOOK AT THIS

Soft baby I'll snuggle with all day long

To

Ohmygod, bite me instead of the rose

He is one of the Kings of duality, I can't with him.

But seriously imagine just hanging out with the guys of ATEEZ, you go to get drinks and then San just grabs you by the waist and starts grinding against you in the middle of the hallway and he's ready to just take you right then and there, but Yeosang's bitchass interrupts y'all and tells you to get a room, which you do. And it's his, so Yeosang now locks the door to his room when you're over.

#ateez #👀 anon #asks #anon #ateez san #san

[livenudebigfoot]

Modelland, by Tyra Banks (The Bookchelor, 4/46)

The great tragedy of having read Modelland is that I can never explain to you what Modelland is like. Not really.

Like, I could tell you that Modelland is the story of Tookie de la Creme, a Forgetta-girl who is swept away to the highest heights of Modelland, a terrifying school where young girls learn the art of modeling and superpowers (or else meet a horrific end). 

And I could tell you about Tookie’s family: Creamy de la Creme (her emotionally abusive mother who obsesses about aging and collects baby dolls), Chris de la Creme (her father, a failed acrobat who lost an eye in a hilarious circus mishap), and Myrracle (her incredibly beautiful younger sister, who is so stupid it actually makes me feel guilty to say how stupid she is).

And I could tell you about the Intoxibellas, the current graduating class of Modelland, which consists of 7 superpowered models who are the only famous people in the world. I could also tell you about Ci~L, the greatest Intoxibella of them all, who is the face of every product currently on the market and who was the only model at La Dorno fashion week, walking in every show and modeling every outfit.

I could tell you about SMIZEs, about the ZipZap, about Thigh High Boot Camp, about Wingtip (a homeless man who carries a giant shoe around with him and turns out to be CRITICAL to this book’s plot), about the separatist colony of genius albinos called SansColor, about the OohAah and the Flashback Females, about the lake monster that’s made out of musical instruments and the severed arms of its victims, who appears on only one page of this 500 page book, but will reign forever in my nightmares.

But that’s like 5% of what Modelland is. That barely scratches the surface. There isn’t enough time in the world for me to tell you how crazy this book is.

It’s not like a good book, strictly speaking. It’s not good to read; it kind of made me ill. But there’s absolutely nothing like it anywhere. Like, you can see Modelland’s influences very clearly - Willy Wonka is one, Harry Potter is another, The Hunger Games is potentially one as well - but as a whole, you’ve never read a book like Modelland. Nothing you’ve ever read before has prepared you to read Modelland. It is so wildly, insanely, incoherently creative at every turn that it’s kind of amazing.

So like: read it, maybe? I kind of feel like the guy in the zombie movie who gets bitten and covers it up, endangering the whole group. I’m infected with Modelland, and I’m bringing you all down with me.

Did I enjoy reading it? There is no enjoy, there is only Modelland.

Will I read it again? I have no plans to, but it will draw me back again one day, whether I want to or not. I know this like I know my own mortality.

Is the book itself attractive? Not especially, but it does have a drawing of the M building on the back and it looks super weird, which is neat.

Keep or donate? It won’t let me go. But also I wouldn’t want to let it go? Totally beyond whether I liked the book on its own merits (IDK), there is room for true oddities on my bookshelf.

#the bookchelor #modelland #tyra banks

[aramisbeauchamp]

[CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIES] - Did you see that ARAMIS BEAUCHAMP is involved in Six? They’re ASSOCIATE COSTUME DESIGNER, but they’ve also been the COSTUME DESIGNER FOR BAT OUT OF HELL. The 32-year-old is rumored to be DEDICATED AND CREATIVE, but also EXTRAVAGANT and SCATTERBRAINED. You can sometimes hear HIM singing DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING FROM LES MIS backstage

hello welcome to my 3rd child, who’s parents really liked the three musketeers.

the basics.

Full Name: aramis matthew beauchamp

Age: 32

Date of Birth: January 4th 1987

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Place of Birth: toronto, canada

Current Location: boston, massachusetts

Nationality: Canadian, with an American visa

Gender: cis male

Orientation: bisexual

Occupation: associate costume designer for Six the Musical

Living Arrangements:  an apartment  in Boston, a short commute from the theatre

Religion: grew up attending a Pentecostal church

Political Affiliation: NDP (Canada)

Language(s) Spoken: English, small amounts of French

Accent: Standard American

Clothing Style: catch him always looking good. man knows how to dress to impress- he tailors his own clothing, so everything fits perfectly. very serious about clothes. expert at thrifting and doing thrift flips. loves vintage designer items.

Usual Expression: the expert at smizing. tyra banks would love him.

Goals/Desires: to open his own costuming company

Fears:  he doesn’t want to move back home because he is tired of Canadian winters (bitch, y r u in boston if u dont like winter, u might ask. bc it’s not as bad as canada, is his response).

Hobbies:  he learnt to knit while in university, and he finds it really soothing to do in his downtime.

#csix:intro

[rkwendy]

It’s Photo Time!

Son Seungwan  AND*ROMA September Evaluation

Teaser photos.

Holy shit. Things are getting real indeed. Wendy’s used to having her picture taken, but the last time she participated in a shoot like this was back when they shot the Love Wishes video almost three years ago. 

She flashes a smile at the camera, like she had been instructed to do. She tries her best to capture the camera’s gaze, like she had been trained to do in her modeling workshops. There’s also the lessons she got from the many seasons and editions of the Next Top Model franchise that she had consumed all her life. She does her best to smize, as Miss Tyra Banks herself would say. 

[ tw: negative body image ] 

Despite focusing and having fun, a nagging thought rings in Wendy’s mind. She’s aware that she’s debuting with a bunch of very attractive girls with distinct faces. Whereas, she’s definitely the plainest and most ordinary looking among them all. She used to think she was pretty until she started competing in figure skating. Besides being surrounded by so many pretty girls, there was always the pressure to be perfect.

When she got to Korea, she had all the more realized how plain and ordinary she was. What’s the use of looking like she did when she was just going to be overshadowed by girls who were perfect? She supposed that she can still sing, but what good is that? The people want a pretty face, which she apparently doesn’t have. She honestly doesn’t know how the hell she made it up to this point. 

She supposes she might as well make up for her lack fo looks with something else. God had to be fair after all right? As long as the photographer hasn’t hurled any insults at her, she should be fine. She gives the stronger expression the photographer wants. 

“Relax your face a little,” the photographer says with a chuckle. “You’re a confident young lady, not a serial killer.” 

Wendy can’t help the burst of laughter she lets out. Her members are also there, making her laugh and smile with their comments as well. All of this works wonders in removing her negative thoughts. She gamely poses for the camera again. She may not be the prettiest member in the team, but she’s going to make damn sure her photos come out well. 

#and*roma:sepeval #ssw;novachronicles #ssw;and*roma #[ in today's episode of trying to get back into the swing of things ]