I Miss My Old Sassy Self... I Can Feel My Spunky And Sassy-ness Slowly Withering Away As I'm Typing This

I miss my old sassy self... i can feel my spunky and sassy-ness slowly withering away as i'm typing this ... this is a major #flashbackfriday to my ABG phase, legend has it that i'm still missing my blonde hair till this day 😭 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #abg #asianbabygirl #blondehair #blondehair #aesthetic #blogger #fashion #fall #fashionista #influencer #lightacademia #badgirlsclub #gangster #leather #leatherjacket #leathershoes #docmartens #followforfollowback #shorthair #balayage #followersinstagram #model #wheremyigbfat #naturephotography #photography #photographer #photooftheday #potd #ootd #throwback (at Under The Sea In A Pineapple With Spongebob) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVnhcj4vmEr/?utm_medium=tumblr

I used to be very insecure of myself whether it be my physical appearance, hair, basically from head to toe, in and out. Hence i rarely post photos of myself. So here's me, more like my side profile, for those of you who's been wondering what i look like.

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Prior to starting this new account, i owned one personal account where i followed all my friends from high school and university. I deleted it in fear of judgement and started a new one under an alias or alter ego that i created myself so i can pretend to be her when i don't feel like being myself (i know this might sound very messed up to some people) but this is how i cope with it ( i mean ya girl's gotta do for the sake of her sanity aight??)

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Anyways, now that i've completed that chapter and ready to take on another new chapter of my life, instead of stepping down and backing out, i will stand up and speak for myself because nobody will ever do that to me but myself (yeay to self appreciation). I guess be ready for more recipes content (new recipe coming up soon), occasional awkward photos of me, and hopefully maybe reels (😘😜). So stay tune friends and thank you so much for still following and sticking with me. ❤❤

P.S: i dare you to spot something hilarious and odd from my clothing and comment down below. Go!

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For blurb night w/ Shang-Chi

18. grabbing your lover by the collar

and/or

30. this might be our last kiss ever so let’s make it last

Totally fine if u don’t wanna no pressure :)

18. grabbing your lover by the collar

Masterlist

"They will not be coming with us, this is a family matter," Wenwu spoke, his firm voice echoing throughout the abandoned office.

The lights of the purple billboard across the street made sure you had to squint to see him. He wasn't tall or at all physically intimidating, but something about his demeanor, his attitude, made chills crawl up your body. You didn't want to be the person who challenged him and faced the consequences.

"No. No way."

But apparently, Shaun did.

"They're my partner. And now that I know you've been following us, following them, there's no way in hell I'm leaving them here alone," he asserted.

He stepped up to his father, staring down at him with the few more inches of height he had.

"This is not a discussion, Shang-Chi. You may say your goodbyes, but they're not coming. Or would you rather I kill them instead?"

For the first time since they barged in here, weapons blazing, all was silent. And for the first time since you'd met him, Shaun was silent. You knew he'd finally got chills too. He didn't scare easily, not with a father like that. But when the threat was from his father and was aimed towards you...nothing scared him more.

His eyes roamed towards where you were on the other side of the room, two Ten Rings warriors holding onto both your arms with a God-like grip. How you didn't lose circulation yet was beyond you.

"It's okay," you mouthed. "I'll be okay."

You could see his eyes become glassy as he took in shaky breaths and walked over to you.

"Let go," he said to the warriors, trying to seem intimidating but choking on the lump in his throat.

They didn't release their grips until Wenwu signaled to them, waving nonchalantly. You didn't realize how much they were keeping you upright until they let go and you nearly fell to the floor.

"Jeez, guys, easy," you let out as Shaun caught you.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" He whispered lowly as he helped you gain your balance. His hands traveled down your arms to interlace his fingers with yours. He squeezed- not too hard to hurt but just enough to make you feel safe.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay."

"Call me if you need anything. I'll come running."

"Even if I just need a karaoke pick-me-up?"

"Even then."

You two froze, trying to buy as much time as possible before he was taken away from you.

"Ah, fuck it."

Before he could process the moment, you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him towards you, crashing your lips onto his. He melted into you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and deepening the kiss. Your hands moved up to cup his soft cheeks before, begrudgingly, you pulled away. His eyes were still closed and his lips still puckered when you opened your eyes.

"Go," you whispered.

His eyes fluttered open, taking you in before nodding slowly. He turned away from you and walked towards his father, his steps dragging against the tiled floor. You saw him glance over his shoulder to look at you one last time.

"I'll be back for you," he said to himself. "I'll be back."

poison on your tongue.

premise: ransom comes to visit you in the middle of the night to sedate his hunger.

pairing: vampire!ransom drysdale x (f)reader

warnings: restraints / semi bondage, blood drinking, sort of dubcon, unprotected sex, yandereish, dirty talk, maybe somnophilia a little bit, sweetheart endearment used. reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.

word count: 1.2k

etc: uhhh, i had like several different versions of this in my head and went with the most fucked up one. but like there was a sub!ransom one where ransom is fed blood the more he begs for it, an enemies to lovers feeding off of someone together one, and a few other ones so like let me know if y’all would want me to ever write those thots out someday lmao.

♱ kinktober 11.

You don’t hear him when he slips through your door. Or when he’s removed the blankets from your body, the cool air of your dark room barley making you stir in your slumber. You only realize that he’s in your bedroom, like so many nights before, when you feel him tying your wrists together with your top, leaving your chest exposed to him, your shorts and panties soon following suit. His knee is between your legs keeping you spread and open for him. The heavy musk of his fancy cologne and the smell of copper burning your nose at his proximity to your body.

If you would of heard him you might of ran, grabbed the crucifix at the side of your bed. Even if the act would of been futile. Anything to keep him from sinking his fangs into you, taking from you like he has done so many other nights. You becoming one of Ransom’s most favorite snacks.

“Why?” You ask, no pleading to be found in your voice. No weary. You’ve been here so many times before. You weren’t scared of him anymore, not of what he was at least. Your only fear was your impending death you were sure was soon to come. Ransom constantly feeding on you, taking from your body to replenish his own in a sick hunger, doing your body no favors. At least when he was away for too long. As if your body couldn’t survive without his teeth in your neck, your thigh, your mound. As if your body could only function with the blood loss rather than without it. It craving Ransom to take from it, to devour it in a hungry kiss that left you shaking and spent and weak. You just didn’t understand why he had chosen you to be plagued with such torture.

Ransom hums against your skin as his lips kiss at your hips, his tongue licking the area you know he’s prepping to sink into. Making your skin more raw and supple, to hurt more. “Why what, sweetheart?” He humors you, looking up at you through his lashes, smiling against your skin.

“Why me? You could use anyone for your own personal blood bag. Why me?” Ransom’s chuckle makes your stomach tighten and bitterness grow. He leans up, one hand grabbing your tied wrists and moving them at a better angle above your head. The other resting at your hip, nail digging into the skin he was just playing with.

His mouth is inches from yours, his fangs now visible, sharp, taunting. “Because, you’re delicious.” His smirk makes you glare up at him. “No one tastes as good as you do. You’re so sweet and tender, and know all the right spots to hit, not just when I’m hungry.” You feel his knee rub against your bare cunt, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. “I knew from the first time I felt your blood touch my tongue, and your cunt around my cock that one bite would never be enough.” His mouth hangs open hungrily as he watches you try not to moan or wither against him. Your hands balled into fists, your glare soon turning heavy and hooded with lust. “I crave you.” It comes out as a growl before his mouth comes down on yours, your body responding to him without any thought or coercion.

His teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he kisses you roughly, your hiss vibrating off of his blood coated lips as he pulls away. Gaze never leaving yours as he licks your blood off of his mouth. The surface wound making your bottom lip pound. Ransom bringing the hand at your hip up to the small wound he’s made, uses two fingers to collect the blood there and puts them into your mouth. “Suck,” he demands. “I want you to taste how sweet you are.” And you don’t hesitate to listen, wrapping your lips around his digits and licking and sucking around them, cleaning your own blood off of his fingers. The bitter taste of copper covering your tastebuds with malice and pleasure. Your muffled moans bringing a smile to Ransom’s face.

Your brain already filling with the haze of pleasure and need from Ransom to the point where you almost find yourself begging him to get it over with; take from you, litter your skin with bite marks and blood. It always ending the same way, your body’s need taking over and ignoring any protest of ill feelings you have towards the man. His tongue leaking poison into your body, claiming you as his, making you crave his animalistic ways. Turning your body on a dime easily, just for him.

He takes his time with you, keeps you on the precipice before he finally gives you what your body is keening for, what it’s been programmed to need from him ever since that first bite. And when he finally sinks his teeth into your hip the strangled moan you let out is music to his ears. Your body shooting with a pain that turns into lust and arousal the more he takes from you. The more you feel him suck at your skin draining you of the very thing that helps keep you alive. Ransom moving up your body leaving a trail of bloodied skin and bite marks in his wake. The intensity of his fangs only heightening your bodies ache when he bites into your neck, your body arching off the mattress. Your body fighting itself to not push Ransom off and instead pull him closer. The pleasure he’s poisoned your body to feel for him always winning.

“Should I just feed off you tonight, or should I fuck you as well, sweetheart?” His tongue licks at the wound he’s just made, “should I drain you until you’re too weak and use your cunt until I’ve refilled you with my cum?” He’s leaving kissing up your neck, smearing blood along your earlobe and cheek, “What does my little blood bag want?”

The needy groan you let out paired with the vigor in your hips bucking against his knee is all he needs for an answer, your body already too fucked from his mouth and constant taste of copper each time you swallow. And soon enough Ransom has his cock inside of you and the mewls that fall from your lips are loud and repetitive as he does just what he said he was going to do; drain you until your vision is blurry, your head woozy from the loss of blood and intense pleasure of his mouth and cock. Your body lulling and succumbing to Ransom fully as he fucks you like a rag doll.

“You’re so beautiful like this, cock drunk and drained. Your body weak but your mind and cunt still craving me, still begging for more, for my cum.” He’s kissing your mouth and you try to keep up with his lips, can taste your own blood on his tongue. It’s so wrong what Ransom has done to you, you know you could put up a fight, use reinforcement. But you know it’s too late for that, your body signing an invisible contract with Ransom the first time your flesh met the euphoric pleasure of his bite. Your body, mind and soul now owned by a devilish man who would take and take from you until there was nothing left. “So happy I found you, sweetheart.” Ransom grunts against your skin, sinking his teeth into you one last time before your vision goes dark and you cum around his cock.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

What about an au where Shang-chi actually goes dark after completing his fathers mission and takes over the reign of the ten rings and takes the rings and is all mafia and badass and meets y/n or something and she changes him

I would love it if someone wrote this please :)