It’s a little pricey but you can also get xanthan gum to combine with half and half or heavy cream to make a base for the frappe, that’s one of the main ingredients in the actual frappe powder(and most/all frappe powders)
Most bases are just gonna be xanthan gum/cream(milk if you’re Starbucks, lol losers)/vanilla syrup +sugar to make up for sweetness
South Korean beauty standards take shit to the next. Fucking. Level. Women are evaluated in totality based on every minor physical detail and whether it matches the ideal to the point where their decision to go under the knife for procedures the likes of blepharoplasty (surgery on their eyelids) is a main determinant of whether they get a job. For them, shit like this is an expectation. Fuck that garbage, burn it up ladies.
In Korea you are literally REQUIRED to have a headshot with your application. Your physical appearance is a major vetting point in the interview. Applicants have literally been told to bleach their skin for jobs. Seoul is the plastic surgery capital of the world.
This is HUGE for them. Support them. Even if you love makeup, their beauty culture is TOXIC. Support this movement
thinking about how fiona's bit in the first shrek movie about how ogres are so ugly and unlovable, which is overheard by shrek, is the perfect example of how self-deprecation can really harm not only the people around you who love and care for you, but also people who share the same characteristics that you are mocking in yourself
I want a relationship with someone who comforts me after I read a sad book, who listens while I rant and who doesn’t just dismiss my sadness because “it’s just a book”
Requested by anonymous: “I wrote a song about you.” With Niall Horan & “you wrote me a song?” with Niall Horan
A/N: based on Just Friends by Virginia to Vegas.
Pairing: Y/N & Niall Horan
Words: 656
Warning(s): mentions of drinking
It was one of those crazy days, you and Niall went to a lunch with a couple of friends and ended up in a bar. It’s safe to say that at this point you are wasted, you drank so much, because you could (you don’t always need a reason). The clock on Niall’s phone showed you that it was only 3pm but you both decided to go home. Neither of you could drive so a taxi was the safer option. All day you’ve been getting this weird vibe from Niall. You weren’t friends like friends are supposed to be, you always flirted with each other, so much so that if the other tried to score, they could never because everyone thought they were dating.
“You know, Niall”, you slur as you lean on his side and point at him.
“Hmm. What?” He said tried to focus on your face, with it so close to his.
“I would really like to kiss you.” And you drag your fingers across his lips.
“So why don’t you?”
“We shouldn’t, we’re just friend, right?” Niall just nodded not saying another word. You both ended up at your place, but Niall left soon after putting you to bed. You were too drunk to realize that his mood was down after you suggested kissing each other.
Niall didn’t text you for two days, which was the longest you two had ever gone without texting. You were worried about him, you have tried to call him but no answer. You talked to your mutual friends but no one had heard from him. On day three you finally heard something from him. A text with the words: come to the studio - N. That was all he gave away. You got there as fast as you could.
“Hi, I’m here”, you say as you enter his studio room.
“Hi, I wrote a song about you”, he says rushing his words.
“You wrote a song about me?”
“Well… yeah about us. Just, uhm- just sit here and listen. Don’t speak unless the song is over.” He hands you a headset as you just nod staring at him. He looked so different from the last time you saw him and it had only been three days. Has he eaten? Showered? He hasn’t shaved that’s for sure, he didn’t look good.
“Maybe we could go get lost tonight. At least we know that we gave it a try. So why don’t we go out and get a drink in the West end? One more dance, are you feeling the tension? Take a couple shots and see where the night ends. Stop pretending like we’re just friends.” This is about the lunch you two had with friends, he felt it too. He had actually wanted to kiss you in the back of the taxi.
“Tomorrow when its over, and we’re sober. I just wanna believe that you’ll miss me, but I shouldn’t cause we’re just friends. Maybe we could go get lost tonight, at least we know that we gave it a try. Stop pretending like we’re just friends.” As the song comes to an end, you slowly turn your body to face Niall who was facing around the room, nervously biting his fingernails.
“Do you mean it?” you ask him as you take off the headphones.
“Well… yeah, I wrote a song about it, didn’t I?” he laughs still nervous.
“Are you- do you-…” you swallow, “Do you really want to give us a try?” He nods so fast, you think his head might fall off. “So can I kiss you like I wanted to in the taxi?” Again, he nods. You grab his face in both your hands and kiss him.
“Do you want to go on a date now? Get lost tonight?” He asks, this time it’s your turn to nod.
Story Pairing: Stable Lad! Calum Hood x Princess Reader
Summary: The King has some business to attend
Warnings: Language and Violence
Word Count: 1K
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Series Materialist || prologue || chapter one || chapter two || chapter three || chapter four || chapter five || chapter six || chapter seven
It was late at night and the King still sat in his throne room, tapping his fingers on the armchair as the frown he wore left permanent wrinkles that would remind him of his age once he woke up in the morning.
The plan of having his daughter married failed as the Young King of The Vail left this afternoon in a ship destined to his own kingdom, having fulfilled his promise and making Richard look like a fool. All because of her.
Still, the Old King was relentless and very stubborn, he would not let himself be the fool once again. Not when his head was already planning something else, something better.
The throne room was in complete silence as he pondered in his thoughts, yet he knew he wasn’t alone.
“You know I don’t like to be watched” He called to the seemingly empty room. But soon after his statement, he saw movements come from the shadows.
They always liked the shadows.
“And I don’t like to have to watch you, Your Majesty, but I guess we can’t always be winners”
A young man appeared from the corner of the room, he wore a dashing smile that could distract anyone from the ugly scar that ran across his left eye. The man was tall, too tall, and dressed in a black suit with a black cape that matched his black hair. He was older than the Prince, but still a youngster at heart with how much he liked to annoy the hell out of the monarch.
“Watch it, crow” The King warned “You are lucky I’m not sending you back to the dungeons where you belong”
The crow chuckled, “You and I both know you need me, Your Majesty, and besides, this time I was not at fault here. You were the one who sent me spying on King Hemmings while the Princess decided to run off. Guess we both underestimated her, huh?”
King Richard banged his fist against the throne, letting the sound silence the crow’s laughter.
“Don’t put the blame on me, Barakat” The King barked, pointing his finger to Jack “You were in the dungeons for much less than this. Or don’t you remember the fiasco you caused when you decided to kill The King and Queen of The Vail all those years back?!”
The young crow rolled his eyes.
“They knew too much, it was that or let the whole plan go to shit. They died before they could even tell anyone it was you who sent me there. So I believe a thank you is in order”
“The fact that you are still standing here shows I’m merciful enough. Killing them was a careless mistake if you left their heir alive! You knew the plan and you messed it up! Now their son is blocking me from ever getting my hands on that army…”
“And did you really think that would’ve worked?” Barakat asked, pacing the room without making a sound “Getting that preppy King to marry your daughter after you sent him the letters of threat thinking they wouldn’t notice? They are people from The Vail! They are smarter than you think, that Clifford guy knew I was there watching him within the 30-second mark, that motherfucker was always a pain in the ass. And what were you going to do after? Kill the King and take control of their troops because your daughter would be Queen? Or would you have killed her as well?”
Jack looked at the King and gasped at how angry he looked. He always hated being outsmarted.
“Oh my god, that was your plan wasn’t it?” He laughed “And I uncovered it in what? Two minutes? You have to step up, Your Majesty. That’s just embarrassing”
Suddenly, the King got up from his throne and walked over to the crow, caging his neck with his hand and pushing his skinny body against the wall.
“You shut up, you worthless bastard” The King spat, tightening his grip on the young man’s neck whose face started to drain from color “What I should be hearing from that sorry little mouth of yours is a “thank you” and a “sorry” Because I was the one who pulled you out the dungeon to give you another simple job and you couldn’t do that right!”
The King let go of the crow’s throat, letting Jack fall to the floor as he gasped for air.
“One thing, I asked for one thing: Spy on my daughter so she wouldn’t cause trouble before the wedding, and now look at where we are!”
“In my defense,” Barakat coughed out “The fact that you weren’t aware of your own daughter’s doings was not my fault. And the moment I found out about her little relationship I came straight at you now, didn’t I? Imagine just how worse this could all be if I hadn’t been there to slow down their search and their plans? All while you paraded yourself with a victory stance”
Richard turned to him, his eyes boiling in anger as he grabbed the crow by the collar “Give me one good reason of why I shouldn’t send you to the gallows right in this instant”
“Then you wouldn’t know where your daughter is heading right now with her dear stable boy and what a shame that would be”
The King’s eyes widened “You know where she is?”
Barakat grinned.
“Word says they are headed to the Northern Islands, the ones further from the continents. A place with no crows nor political alliances. A place where you, my dear King, have no power… yet”
“What are you saying?” The Old King asked, but Jack only shrugged.
“Let me live and I’ll tell you. You want a war, Your Majesty? Then start acting like you’re in one”
King Richard let go of the crow, walking away from him as he sat back on his throne with an unreadable expression. Not wanting to waste his time any longer.
“You need me,” Barakat stated.
“I doubt it” The King answered “But I’ll consider your proposal. Let’s see if you can actually redeem yourself this time”
The young crow huffed and rolled his eyes at the King, knowing damn well they will have this same conversation in the morning, maybe then he could convince the old man to give him more power as a commander.
If the King wants a war, then he’ll get a war.
“Oh and, Sir Barakat?” The King called before he returned to the shadows “Call the guards up here. I need to have a conversation with my son”
