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How Eye Pillows Reduce Stress & Improve Sleep – KHEONI

Eye pillows are small, portable pillows that are designed to be placed over the eyes to promote relaxation and improve sleep. They are often filled with a combination of materials such as dried lavender or flaxseed, which release a soothing aroma when used. In this blog post, we will discuss how eye pillows can help.

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Caeli

Inspired by the Mediterranean

Caēli was born from a desire to transform your home into a space that appeals to all your senses, using the evocative power of scent to reconnect you with yourself.

Every product and scent is carefully crafted to bring a unique experience to you and your home.

We believe in our responsibility to our community locally and globally and aim to minimize our environmental impact by putting our efforts towards slow production, traceability, and using natural ingredients as a priority.

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Embrace Nature’s Goodness with WellMee: Discover 100% Organic Beauty Products

In today’s world, where we are increasingly conscious about what we put on our skin, organic beauty products have gained significant popularity. WellMee, a renowned brand committed to natural wellness, offers a delightful range of 100% organic beauty products. With their emphasis on purity and effectiveness, WellMee products provide a rejuvenating and nourishing experience for your skin. In this blog, we will explore the wonders of WellMee’s organic beauty products and how they can enhance your skincare routine.

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[curatedbyondrea]

How to bring *luxury* into your life while on a budget

Luxury on a budget is absolutely achievable! It's about focusing on creating an experience of indulgence and pampering, rather than just expensive things. Here are some ideas:

Redefine Luxury for You:

Focus on Experiences: Luxury isn't just material possessions. Think about what makes you feel truly pampered and relaxed. Is it a long, candlelit bath with a good book? A picnic in a scenic spot? Prioritize experiences that create lasting memories.

Quality over Quantity: Invest in a few key items you'll love and use for years, rather than buying a lot of cheap things. This could be anything from a luxurious body lotion to a cozy throw blanket.

Create a Luxurious Atmosphere at Home:

Declutter and Deep Clean: A clean and organized space instantly feels more luxurious. Light some scented candles, put on some calming music, and dim the lights for a spa-like atmosphere.

DIY Spa Treatments: Skip the expensive spa and recreate the experience at home. Give yourself a foot massage with homemade sugar scrub, use a facial mask made with natural ingredients, or draw a relaxing bath with essential oils.

Elevate Everyday Activities: Take the time to savor a cup of tea in the morning. Set the table for dinner with nice plates and silverware, even if it's just a simple meal.

Seek Out Free or Low-Cost Luxuries:

Embrace Nature: Take a hike in a beautiful park, have a picnic by the beach, or simply sit outside and enjoy the fresh air. Nature is a free and luxurious way to de-stress and reconnect.

Cultural Gems: Many museums and galleries offer free or discounted admission days. Check your local library for free museum passes or online resources for virtual tours of famous collections.

Learn a New Skill: Taking a free online class in something that interests you, like photography or cooking, can be a stimulating and luxurious way to spend your time.

Remember: Luxury is about feeling good and taking care of yourself. By being creative and resourceful, you can incorporate these elements into your life, regardless of your budget.

[cupidastrology]

༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ asteroid lust 4386 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙how to connect sexual fantasy with reality

please do not copy or repost.

this is a 18+ post full of sex astrology!

associate with your natal asteroid lust 4386.

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notes: this is a post all about the ways you can make your fantasies become a reality, a healthy and understanding way to connect with your asteroid lust through the following terms stated next to your associated lust. this post is meant to educate those that want to comfortably express their asteroid lust with another in the bedroom.

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asteroid lust in aries ♈︎ - playing with hair, hair pulling, there's a need to expand the nature of your sexual union with the partner as explosive, impulsive, and quick as possible, trying out different forms of foreplay, and cosplay, trying out new experiences on each other that has never been done before.

asteroid lust in taurus ♉︎ - kissing and cuddling into the neck, sleepy sex, or a focus on using others influences to get into the mood, expressing your wants and needs directly, showing expressive emotions during sexual union, sex with clothing on.

asteroid lust in gemini ♊︎- finger play, hand holding constantly during sexual performance, learning how to express your thoughts logically to another or to the self, organization of sexual fantasy is needed here in order to perform comfortably with another, writing, fanfiction, POV films.

asteroid lust in cancer ♋︎ - kinks involving caretaking, guidance in sex, understanding the emotions involving deep rooted needs or issues during sexual union, respecting emotional boundaries, taking your time during sexual union to understand each others' intentions.

asteroid lust in leo ♌︎ - wearing makeup, scented perfumes, or clothing of luxury during sexual performance, role-play is more intense in this position, observing and understanding each others' positions in sex (this involves the submissive, dominant), involvement with bdsm.

asteroid lust in virgo ♍︎ - taking on a role involving nursing partner back to health, thinking about new ways to relieve the connection in the bedroom, comfort sex in a form of words, foreplay, finger play, learning how to use herbs, influences, or oils to deliver a better sexual performance with partner.

asteroid lust in libra ♎︎ - learning the movements and reactions of the partners, learning how to balance what is fantasy and what is reality in sexual performance, this is a position that calls for focusing on what is true rather than make believe, connecting with the partner sexually or intimately through words, flirtation, guidance of body language.

asteroid lust in scorpio ♏︎ - understanding the influence you deliver to another in the act of sexual union, focusing on the emotions you give in the act together with a partner, getting out of your comfort zone sexually, allowing another to try new sexual fantasies on you, connecting with the reality of sex rather than fantasy or greed.

asteroid lust in sagittarius - learning new sexual positions, methods of foreplay, or mindsets (subspace) to connect with the partner, reading on sexual history of how to please the partner, learning what makes you feel comfortable with another in the bedroom, public forms of affection, changing environments for sexual union.

asteroid lust in capricorn ♑︎ - getting more in touch with your dominant side, understanding what is means to feel in control through sexual pleasure, having patience with expressing deepest desires within the self and for a partner, wearing stockings, thigh highs, corsets, or bustiers in acts of sexual performance, teasing may be major to turn you on.

asteroid lust in aquarius ♒︎ - getting outside of the perspectives, entitlements, and follower mentality of sex, learning how to get in touch with fantasy more realistically rather than follow a crowd, learning to organize what is necessary in sexual union with your partner, a focus on how to set the mood for yourself or partner, filming, or sexting.

asteroid lust in pisces ♓︎ - using spiritual means to connect with the partner, comfort healthy sex, feet play, learning healthy emotional boundaries with the partner in sex and with what is wished to be performed between the 2 of you, expressing the length of your sexual desires and fantasies, foreplay in the mood of spiritual sex.

[theambitiouswoman]

Ways to Add Luxury to Your Life

1. Stop saying “you can’t afford it”

2. Walk through or stop for a drink at a luxurious hotel

3. Create your own luxurious evening routine

4. Create your own luxurious morning routine

5. Schedule in something fancy

6. Wear your favorite handbag and shoes

7. Find your signature scent

8. Do your hair and make up

9. Shop your wardrobe

10. Choose your top 3 must do things everything

11. Cook from scratch

12. Drink champagne

13. Buy silk linens for your bed

14. Celebrate your wins

15. Personalized stationary

16. Visit museums and art galleries

17. Shop at farmers markets

18. Eat organic and fresh foods

19. Go on hikes

20. Play uplifting music

21. Plant a vegetable garden

22. Use lavender pouches in your drawers

23. Exercise daily

24. Only drink quality tea and coffee

25. Wear pretty/silk lingerie and cute lounge wear

26. Have a creative hobby

27. Visit the spa and get facials regularly

28. Buy fresh flowers

29. Use quality skincare and makeup

30. Take hot baths

31. Buy essential oils

32. Treat yourself

33. Add lemon to your water

34. Go to a high end gym or Lounge

35. Read a book before bed

36. Stop saving your nice things for later. Use them now

37. Use an exfoliator for your body

38. Stretching and yoga

39. Go to an artisan cafe for fresh croissants

40. Make your own dressings for your foods

41. Clean your house and your car

42. Take a detox shot in the morning

43. Treat yourself to a professional blow dry

44. Nails always done

45. Bake fresh cookies

46. Watch a classic and elegant film like Breakfast at Tiffany’s

47. Have a full feminine luxurious shower routine

48. Clean your makeup brushes and arrange them like a beauty counter for the next time you use them

49. Learn about art and wines

50. Decorate your home like a 5 star hotel

51. Use a pillow spray

52. Host a dinner party

53. If possible, hire a chef or cleaner to help you

[blissfullyecho]

A Very Niche Level-Up + Looksmaxxing Idea List for 2025

This list is for the girls that get it. It’s niche and not for everyone, but I’m throwing up at the fact that every “how to level up in 2025” post talks about journaling sad pages 24/7, drinking 8 cups of water a day, and walking 10k steps. How original.

Again, this is a very niche set of ideas. If you can’t relate then you can’t relate. But if you enjoy a good plastic surgery post and luxe lifestyle, maybe you will :)

1. Upgrade your car. We’re getting the Lexus’, the BMW’s, the Mercedes, the Jag’s, etc.

2. Upgrade your home. We’re living in high rises, we’re living in coastal areas, we’re living up in the mountains, we’re living where Amazon can drop our package off and we don’t have to worry about a porch pirate; we’re living in nice areas and in nice units/homes.

3. Breast augmentation.

4. Rhinoplasty.

5. Medical grade skincare.

6. Fresh, organic whole foods; focusing on lean protein, nuts and seeds, mushrooms, onions, leafy greens, pro/prebiotics, sea moss gel, etc.

7. Russian manicures and pedicures or a good acrylic set. Dip powder had its thing for a while but I’m not going to dip my nail in a powder everyone else dipped their nails. I bet they don’t even wash their hands and if they did, they prob didn’t even use soap.

8. Laser hair removal. Everywhere. If you want a design down there that’s cool, but you literally use the bathroom and it drips in the hair. “Oh but I use a wipe”. Okay, next time you need to wash your hair.. don’t use shampoo. Use a wipe. Invest in a bidet but still, hair shouldn’t be in your 🍑 or near the sensitive areas of your 🦋 the top is fine but if you have a period, pee, or “the other thing”, hair should be no where near those areas.

9. Lip filler. Everyone can benefit. Ask for a pout that sticks out a little bit. I don’t suggest a lip flip, I couldn’t do anything with a lip flip and it was driving me nuts.

10. Fake tan. Sunlight is fine but a spray tan just makes you look a million times better. Every skin tone and every race benefits from a spray tan. Trust.

11. Muscle definition. Muscle looks so much better than fat AND bones. You want muscle. Did you see how Bella Hadid had her foot on our necks at the VS fashion show this year? I was sickkkkkk.

12. Long hair. But if you have a face shape like Hailey Beiber, short hair looks better.

13. Makeup. Remember water-based products and oil-based products don’t mix, so make sure you choose your products wisely so your makeup doesn’t separate and you look a mess.

14. A better paying job. I left my hospital job and now I work in luxury real estate and international yacht sales.

15. Red light therapy for face and body. I have a body red light therapy dome that I got online for around $3,000 (USD) and it’s life. The one I have for the face is from Sephora and I spent like $400-$500 on that one. Whatever it says on the website.

16. Lashes. If you’re a pro at strip lashes, then yes. But I get my lashes done. Do not go crazy. Natural lashes are in so I ask for a classic whispy set focused for thickening my lash line and NOT for length.

17. Morpheus8 for skin tightening. I used it on my inner thighs and it literally saved my life

18. Lipo. If you’re a good candidate, get it. Sometimes belly pooch is hard to lose. I don’t have a pooch but I’m sure when I have kids I will.

19. Vampire facials. I can confidently say my best facials were vampire facials. My med spa charges around $950 for each facial

20. People can tell you’re wearing Shein. Their clothes are cute online but I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, they never look flattering in person when they’re being worn. People can see the loose thread and the see-through material. They also don’t fit anyone well and makes a lot of you look square. You get what you pay for in clothing. Learn about the basics of clothing and you’ll quickly only buy quality.

Yeah this list isn’t meant for everyone, but walking 10,000 steps isn’t going to take you to the next level. Neither is drinking water. They’re good habits, but they’re not going to level you up. And yeah I understand my list requires having money, but this is literally what my blog is about.

My 2025 Mindset Level Up book is here!

[visceravalentines]

sugar stuck in your teeth

They're grimy and tired and Benson's neck is sore. Randy gives him a shoulder rub and thinks hard about the allure of being a biological organism.

2.5k words. canon divergence, boys on the run. established relationship. implied sexual content, nothing explicit. sweat and oil and general nasty. sharing of a toothbrush. so fluffy i'm spinning it up and putting it on a stick and selling it at a carnival. read on ao3 here if that's more your speed.

They spend a full day on the road. Seven hours across Texas through scrub and sand. Nothing to see. No end in sight. Randy falls asleep in the dead-eyed sun of mid-afternoon and wakes up in the dark, dry air whipping through the car from Benson's window rolled all the way down. 

"Hey." Randy sits up, disoriented, mouth gummy and tasting of bygone Mountain Dew, bladder fit to burst. "Why didn't you wake me up? You've been driving for hours."

"Didn't want to stop." Benson's voice is rough. Randy can read the exhaustion in his posture, the way he grips the wheel with both hands. "Besides, you looked like you could use it."

Randy shifts in his seat. He hasn't slept well all week. "Well…it's my turn now. Let me take over."

"Nah." Benson rolls his neck slowly. "Town's up here in like ten minutes. Figure we stop for the night."

Randy peers through the bug-splattered windshield and sees lights in the near distance. "You wanna find a motel?"

"I'd fucking love a motel. Gimme that lukewarm shower and a box spring mattress. Fucking luxury."

As it turns out, they get none of that. The only place in town has a sign that says Closed and no lights on in the lobby. Doors all locked, despite Benson's best efforts to rattle them open. 

He doesn't say a word, doesn't even curse, just slumps defeated back to the car with Randy in tow. "You want the backseat or the front?"

"Benson, I slept for hours, I can–"

"There's not another town for forty miles and if I spend one more second on that fucking highway I'm gonna peel the skin off my face."

Randy doesn't argue. "I'll take the front."

"You sure?" Benson tosses a weary look at him over his shoulder. He squeezes the back of his neck and winces. 

Randy nods. "Yeah, I'm sure." 

The front sucks. You either have to fold your legs to fit around the steering wheel, or risk nailing the thing with your arm or your head. One time he hit the horn with his knee and scared them both so bad they ended up packing up and driving through the night because neither one could fall back asleep. 

He's had plenty of rest. Benson should get the back. 

They leave the car parked in the rear lot of the motel and pick their way through the scrub in the dark to take a piss, elbow-to-elbow. Randy barely feels self-conscious anymore. At the start he used to walk ten paces away and make Benson turn around. But that seems silly now. Benson's seen and touched every inch of him. This is nothing.

Benson zips up and takes off down the sidewalk with a haphazard sense of purpose. Randy has to jog a little to catch up. Benson holds out his arm and he ducks beneath it, the weight comfortable across his shoulders. By now Randy feels like he belongs there, pinned against his side. 

He reeks. They both do. It's been three, almost four days since they last had a shower, been making do with baby wipes and clean underwear since they left Tennessee. Randy almost can't stand it. Back home, he showered every day, sometimes twice a day if work was rough. Right now, he could scrape the grime off himself with a fingernail. 

He's adjusting to this level of awareness of his own body, like he's just now cognizant of the way his skin fits. It makes him sort of anxious. But he's coping. He doesn't really have a choice. 

And it's funny–Randy doesn't mind Benson's stench at all. He's uncomfortable with his own stink, but he actually thinks Benson smells kind of…good, maybe. In a gross kind of way. It's such a foreign concept that he keeps inhaling a little too deep at this distance just to prove it to himself. 

"What're you doing later?" Benson asks, oblivious. 

Randy clears his throat. "Um…not much." 

"Oh. Huh." Benson squints down the road towards the distant light of a gas station, the only thing in town that looks alive besides the two of them. "Well, how about I take you to dinner?" 

A smile steals its way onto Randy's lips. He hooks his pinkie into Benson's pocket. "That might be nice." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

Benson takes a deep, thoughtful breath. "There's this place…Seven-Eleven?" He casts a dramatic sidelong glance in Randy's direction. "You heard of it?" 

"Yeah, I…I think so." 

"It's just fantastic. The beer list? Unbelievable. And the atmosphere, well…there's really nothing like it." He's talking with his hands, throwing them off balance. Randy stumbles happily along with him. 

"I don't know, um…I've heard they don't have Pringles. Like, the big can. Just the little ones." 

Benson scoffs. "Well, now, don't you worry your pretty little head about that. You can get two of the little ones if you want. It's on me." 

"Wow." 

"I know." 

"That's–that's really generous." 

"Well, you're gonna have to put out." 

Randy coughs out a laugh, looks at his shoes to hide the heat in his face. "Sounds, um…sounds fair." 

"Randy, come on." Benson laughs, gives his shoulder a shake. "You're giving it up for two cans of Pringles? You gotta know your worth, man." 

He'd give it up for less, but that's beside the point. "Maybe toss in some peach rings and we have a deal." 

Benson gives him a squeeze. "Fuck yeah, alright. Now we're talkin'." 

They pick their way through the snack aisles of the gas station, select a few staples they aren't sick of yet. Benson salutes the clerk behind the counter like he's an American hero. They make their way back down the road to the motel in silence save for the crunching of chips and cellophane. 

It's a beautiful night, still warm from the sun, everything orange beneath the sodium streetlights. Not a soul in sight save for them. This town looks like every other one and Randy likes that, likes that it's starting to feel like coming home when they stop for the night in a new place with a single stoplight. 

They lean against the trunk of the Chrysler and pass the Big Gulp back and forth. It's too late for caffeine so they got root beer, extra ice, because Benson likes to fish it out and chew on it. There's too many streetlights to really see the stars, but that doesn't stop Randy from trying. He sucks the sour off a peach ring and feels a little bit nauseous and a lot filthy and an overall, bone-deep sense of contentment. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Benson twist his head, trying to roll out his neck again. It's not the sharp jerk of his familiar tic, not quite, but it makes Randy nervous. He's been doing it all night. He wonders if it was something he said, something he did. He still doesn't know what exactly he's trying to shrug off every time, but he knows enough to tread that ground lightly.

"You okay?" he asks, tries to make it casual. He swallows the peach ring whole and has to fight it all the way down his esophagus. 

"Yeah." Benson nods, winces slightly. "Yeah. Just sore." He grips the back of his neck and stretches, lips hitched in a grimace. 

Randy can imagine. Slumped in a car days on end, cracking the damn thing all the time. He sets the Big Gulp on the trunk, thinks, hesitates. Commits. 

"Would you, um…would you want me to rub it out for you?" 

Benson looks at him warily as he considers the offer. He's slow to answer, but Randy is patient. Doesn't push it. Lets him think about it. 

Finally he nods. "Sure. Why not." 

Randy clambers up on the trunk and sits behind him. Benson leans back between his legs, rests his elbows on Randy's knees, hangs his head forward. The space between them is awkward all of the sudden. Too close, not close enough. Too many clothes on. Too much skin exposed. 

Randy is nervous and he's not sure why. He thinks fleetingly of their first time, his first time, and the way Benson's hands hovered an inch over his skin and shook a little bit. This isn't that, but it feels kind of the same. "You can…tell me to stop if you want. Whatever you want. It's okay." 

"How about you start and then we'll see." 

Randy brushes the curls at the base of Benson's neck hesitantly with his thumb before he wraps his hand around the muscle of his shoulder, gives an experimental squeeze. "Right…there?" 

"Higher." 

He moves his hand up and tries again. "There?" 

Benson hisses through his teeth, cringes. "Yeah. Fuck." 

Randy sets his hands on either side of his neck and squeezes gently. 

"Yeah. Right there."

Benson's all tension beneath the skin, stiff and warm under his cold fingers. Randy thinks about the color of his muscles, the white of bone underneath them. He's pretty sure he's never touched anyone like this before, not even Benson, not like this. Not friendly or sexual, just…intimate. 

"If you want me to stop, just–just say so, okay?" 

Benson grunts an affirmative. His skin is oily and his muscles are taut as bowstrings, so riddled with knots it feels like buckshot lodged in his flesh. Randy presses his thumbs in deep and pushes up along his spine, again and again, feels a flush of satisfaction as Benson melts back against the car. 

"Fuck," he moans. 

"Hurts?" 

"Yeah. Don't stop." 

Randy's nothing if not good at taking orders. He falls into a rhythm, slow and steady, works over his neck and shoulders and back again. Benson swears up a storm and lets out a low whimper whenever he hits a sore spot. 

"Sorry," Randy murmurs every time. 

Benson never replies, but that's okay. He doesn't tell him to stop either.

At first his hands are balled into fists against Randy's knees, but after a while they go slack. He relaxes, finally, allows Randy and the car to support his weight. It's a selfish thought, but Randy hopes he's the first person to do this for him, or at least the first in a long, long time. Benson doesn't have a lot of firsts left. He wants this one. 

Before long, his hands are cramping and he worries he's going to rub his neck raw but doesn't want to stop touching him, doesn't want to forfeit this new familiarity with his body. So he eases up, cheats a little bit, combs his fingers through his greasy hair and scratches at his scalp. It makes his chest feel tight, the way Benson leans into his touch with his eyes closed and groans under his breath. 

When he finally pulls away, Randy tries to subdue his disappointment, until he turns around and reaches up to hook a hand behind Randy's head. 

"C'mere," Benson mumbles, tugging him close and meeting him halfway for a kiss that tastes like peach rings and root beer. Randy grips his forearm and for a second, in his mind's eye, everything drops out and disappears into the void, save for them and the car and the stars. 

When he breaks the kiss Benson doesn't let him go, holds him in place with their foreheads pressed together. Neither of them speak. Randy focuses so hard on Benson's breathing he forgets to breathe himself. There are words, but they creep by in silence like animals in the dark. 

"We still got water in the back?" Benson says at last. 

"Mmhm." 

"I'm gonna brush my teeth. Change into my jammies." His jammies are a pair of basketball shorts made of more holes than fabric. 

"Okay," Randy says. 

Neither one of them moves. The crickets chat amongst themselves in the brush. 

"You still want the front?" Benson asks. 

"Sure." 

"Thanks." 

"No problem." 

Benson sighs softly through his nose. He lets go of him and steps back, shuffles from one foot to the other and stares at Randy for a long time, hair sticking up in all directions. Finally he goes to dig through the backseat for the water jug. 

"Looks like a bunch of fuckin' raccoons live in here," he mutters. 

Randy chuckles, looks at his hands palm-up on his lap. He's got Benson's skin beneath his nails, his sweat and oil worked into the whorls of his fingerprints. He's never been so close to another person. Spent his whole life maintaining a safe distance from everyone around him, treating his body like a blast zone. Now the idea of distance is laughable. They share everything but toothbrushes. Hell, he's been inside him. Randy always figured he would never reach that level of connection with anybody. 

He brings his hand to his face and hesitates for just a second before he sticks his thumb in his mouth. The salt of Benson's sweat is familiar on his tongue. He tastes his skin on his skin. He knows him. He knows him. And Benson knows him right back. 

He's craved this sort of intimacy his whole life. Laid awake alone countless nights and ached for it, mourned bitterly for what he never had and assumed he never would. But now he lies awake with Benson beside him and basks in how wrong he was. In how real he feels in his arms, wearing a second skin of grit and spit and whatever else. 

He doesn't want to sleep in the front. 

Randy twists to call over his shoulder. "Hey…um, Benson?" 

"Yeah?" he says around his toothbrush. 

"You think we could…both fit in the back?" 

Benson spits on the asphalt. "No." 

"Well…could we try?" 

Benson snorts. "Fuckin' clingy, huh?" he says, but he sounds amused. Randy feels those dark eyes appraising him like a pair of hands fumbling at his clothes. He tugs absentmindedly at the collar of his shirt. Well, Benson's shirt. "Yeah. We can try." 

Randy hops off the trunk and joins him in the evening routine, bumping shoulders, bumping elbows, their voices small and close in the night. 

"Gonna sweat to death together back there," Benson says. 

"That's okay." 

"If you say so. Think I might skip the jammies. That cool?" 

"That's–that's fine, yeah. That's good. Hey…is that my toothbrush?" 

"No, yours is green."

"That is green." 

"No it's not." 

"Yes it is, the light makes it look weird." 

Benson looks at the thing again. "Oh. Whoops. Does it really matter?"

Randy gives this serious consideration, thinks about his mouth and everywhere it's been. Thinks about the state of the rest of him. Thinks about pressing his body to Benson's in the backseat, sticky with sweat, breath on his neck. 

He wants to say yes, it matters, but he doesn't feel it. He tastes salt on his tongue instead.

"I guess not," he shrugs.

Benson hands it to him. 

"Your turn, then." 

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 18

A few days later, the day of the internship arrived. I packed my suitcase carefully, double-checking that I had everything I needed. Best Jeanist’s agency wasn’t too far from home—about an hour and a half by train—but I wouldn’t have the luxury of returning anytime soon. This would be my home for the next several days, and while I wasn’t sure what to expect, I felt ready for whatever came my way.

When I arrived, the agency’s atmosphere struck me immediately. It was different from my father’s agency in every possible way. There was no imposing grandeur, no overwhelming sense of authority. Best Jeanist’s agency was quiet, controlled, and precise. Everyone moved with a clear sense of purpose, like they were part of a well-oiled machine, each piece functioning perfectly within the whole.

The sidekick who greeted me at the entrance mirrored that same calm professionalism. “Y/N Todoroki? Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”

I nodded politely, my eyes wandering as I followed him through the sleek hallways. “This place is… different,” I said, more to myself than to him.

The sidekick glanced over his shoulder with a slight smile. “Best Jeanist believes in control in all things. That extends to how we operate here. You’ll find that everything has its place.”

There was something about the way the agency functioned that immediately put me at ease—like the tension that usually coiled in my chest had loosened just a little. It felt… organized, like there wasn’t room for chaos here.

Finally, we stopped outside a set of large doors. “Best Jeanist is expecting you,” the sidekick said, gesturing toward the doors.

I reached for the handle, but before I could turn it, the doors swung open. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed and scowling as usual, was none other than Katsuki Bakugo.

“What the hell are you doing here, Frostburn?” Katsuki’s voice was sharp as ever, his crimson eyes narrowing at me.

I blinked in shock, momentarily frozen. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

Katsuki snorted, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Dumbass, this is my internship.”

I stood there for a second, trying to process. Of all the places he could’ve ended up, Bakugo interning with Best Jeanist seemed… out of character. He was all about explosive displays of power, always showing off—this quiet, methodical agency didn’t seem like his style at all.

“You? Here? With Best Jeanist?” I couldn’t keep the disbelief out of my voice.

“Yeah, what of it?” Katsuki’s eyes flashed as his scowl deepened. “You think just ‘cause I blow shit up, I can’t handle this?”

“No,” I quickly backtracked, still thrown off by the revelation. “I just… didn’t expect it.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, letting me into the room. “Tch. Don’t think you’re special just ‘cause you’re here, Todoroki. This ain’t your territory.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say it was.”

Before either of us could fire off another round of retorts, a voice cut through the tension.

“Welcome,” came the calm, measured voice of Best Jeanist. He stood tall, hands clasped in front of him, his posture as perfect as always. “I trust Bakugo has given you his own version of a greeting.”

Katsuki scoffed but kept his mouth shut, which I imagined was as respectful as he was going to get.

I smiled faintly. “I think I’m getting used to his brand of hospitality.”

Best Jeanist’s eyes settled on me, his calm gaze unwavering. “Good. You’ll find that control and discipline are the foundations of this agency. It’s not only about mastering your quirk but refining your mind and body as one. Here, there is no rushing—no shortcuts. Everything must be done with precision.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. This wasn’t just about fighting or training—it was about mastering every aspect of yourself as a hero.

“We’ll begin with something simple,” Best Jeanist continued, glancing briefly at Katsuki. “You’ll both be patrolling with me today. While observing, I expect complete focus. Instructions must be followed precisely, without deviation. Understood?”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened, clearly struggling not to bristle at the word ‘restraint,’ but he nodded, his eyes steely. I nodded too, determined to take this internship seriously.

I wasn’t new to patrolling, but this would be different. Back when I was a pro hero, I’d done mostly night patrols—sometimes with Hawks, sometimes on my own. But those were usually quiet nights, filled with criminals that were easy too freeze, when they weren’t paying attention. Also with Hawks as mentor I was good in combat and not a match for most of the night criminals.

“Good,” Best Jeanist said, his tone final. “There is much to be learned in the art of restraint. Remember, control is the ultimate form of strength. I expect both of you to demonstrate that over the coming days. Now suit up.”

With that, he turned back to his work, leaving Katsuki and me standing in the room. Katsuki shot me a glare before heading out. “Don’t get in my way.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who should be worried about that.”

Afterward, the sidekick led us to the guest rooms. The agency was equipped with sleeping quarters for interns and sidekicks, simple but functional. My room was next to Katsuki’s, each with a bed, a desk, and a small bathroom with a shower. Practical, but nothing flashy.

“Tch. There could’ve been at least a TV or something.” Katsuki muttered.

After unpacking quickly, I slipped into my old pro hero costume. It was sleek, black with lilac lines running along the sides, designed specifically to resist both fire and ice. The material hugged my body perfectly, almost like a second skin. Practical and protective, it was meant for combat—no unnecessary frills. I adjusted the collar, glancing at myself in the mirror.

When I stepped out of my room, I wasn’t prepared for the sight of Katsuki standing there, already suited up in his own hero gear. His sleeveless black top emphasized his muscular frame, the grenades strapped to his wrists only adding to his usual aggressive look. His muscles flexed slightly as he adjusted his gauntlets.

I felt my cheeks flush before I could stop it. Damn, he’s… built.

Katsuki’s sharp eyes zeroed in on me immediately. “What’s with your face, Frostburn?” His tone was accusing, as if he’d caught me doing something wrong.

I quickly looked away, focusing on literally anything else. “Nothing,” I muttered, praying he wouldn’t push it further.

“Tch. Whatever,” he muttered back, brushing it off.

________

The rest of the day was spent on patrol, but it wasn’t anything like what I expected. Best Jeanist had a completely different approach to hero work compared to what I was used to. I had done plenty of night patrols before, but those were mostly quiet evenings, with minor incidents or criminals. Best Jeanist? He noticed everything—no detail was too small. He didn’t just deal with crime; he managed the everyday chaos of the city with calm precision.

For Katsuki, it was clearly a struggle. He had never really done patrols before. His focus was always on the big fights, the dramatic moments where he could unleash his power. But Best Jeanist was different—he resolved things before they even became a problem. No explosions, no showing off. Just quiet control.

I could feel Katsuki’s frustration simmering under the surface with every minor incident we handled. There was no chaos to dive into, no enemies to crush—just small tasks that required patience. Directing traffic after a minor accident, helping civilians… nothing that satisfied his need for action.

“This is a joke,” Katsuki growled at one point, though loud enough for me to hear. “We should be out there handling the real stuff, not playing traffic cop.”

I shot him a look. “Not everything has to explode for it to matter, Bakugo.”

He glared at me, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Tch. What do you know? You’re used to being wrapped up in your family’s drama.”

That stung, and I felt the heat rising in my chest. “At least I’m not trying to bulldoze through everything like an idiot.”

Before either of us could say anything else, Best Jeanist’s calm voice cut through the tension.

“Enough.”

There was no anger in his tone, just quiet authority. Both of us immediately quieted down.

“Hero work isn’t about showing off or proving yourself through force,” Jeanist continued, his sharp eyes moving between the two of us. “It’s about control. Patience. Knowing when to act, and when to hold back. You both have power, but without control, that power is useless.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched, but he stayed quiet. I could tell Jeanist’s words hit home for him, even if his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. And for me, the reminder about control was a humbling one. That’s why I was here, after all—to learn control.

The rest of the patrol went on in tense silence. Katsuki and I didn’t exchange any more words, but the glares were still there. Every so often, I could feel his eyes on me, burning with unspoken frustration. But I wasn’t going to back down just because Bakugo couldn’t handle a little discipline.

By the time we returned to the agency, I was exhausted—mentally more than physically. Best Jeanist had handled everything with such calm control that it made me feel even more aware of my own lack of it. Where my father used power to demand control, Jeanist commanded it effortlessly.

“This will be a long week with those two,” I heard Jeanist murmur under his breath, though it was more to himself than anyone else.

Katsuki didn’t seem to catch it, but I did. I almost smirked. Best Jeanist had no idea.

Back at the agency, Jeanist gave us a nod. “That’s all for today. Rest well, and be prepared for more tomorrow.”

_________

After the long patrol, I was mentally and physically exhausted. Best Jeanist had a way of making even the smallest tasks feel important, and while it was impressive, it also left me feeling drained. I took a long shower, letting the hot water ease the tension in my muscles. Wrapped in my pink pajamas with white stripes, I crawled into bed, hoping sleep would come quickly.

But instead of rest, my mind kept spinning. The day’s events, the relentless discipline, and my own past crept into my thoughts. Eventually, I must’ve fallen asleep, but it didn’t last long. My dreams were filled with the same familiar nightmares: the forest, Toya, the Sports Festival… and the Ice Dragon. It all blurred together, a chaotic mix of emotions and memories. I must have been making noises again because before I knew it, there was a sharp knock on my door.

Katsuki’s POV:

After the day’s patrol, I hit my bed with the intention of crashing hard. Best Jeanist’s methodical, slow-paced approach was driving me up a wall. It wasn’t that I couldn’t handle it—it was just so damn boring. No action, no explosions, nothing to blow up. But whatever, I could take it. Not like I hadn’t done harder shit before.

I pulled the covers over my head, figuring I’d be out within minutes. But then, I started hearing it. Quiet at first, but noticeable. There were noises coming from the room next to mine—Y/N’s room.

I ignored it for a while, telling myself it was probably nothing. But then it got louder. She was talking or… mumbling? It was weird. Annoying as hell too. What the hell was she doing over there? Sleep-talking?

I tried to bury my face in the pillow, but then it turned into these half-screams. My eyes snapped open. Seriously? I didn’t need this crap. I rolled over and covered my head with my pillow, trying to block out the sounds.

It didn’t help. They just got louder, like she was fighting someone in her sleep. I clenched my jaw, feeling irritation bubble up inside me. Great. Of course she had to be next door, ruining my night.

“Damn it,” I muttered, throwing off my blanket and stomping over to her room. I pounded on the door, fully ready to rip into her if she didn’t shut it.

After a minute, she opened the door, looking completely out of it. And just like that, I froze.

She stood there in her light pink pajamas, her hair a total mess, about to fall out of that bun. Her face was flushed from sleep, eyes half-lidded, looking… peaceful, but vulnerable in a way I’d never seen her before.

I blinked. No. Snap out of it. What the hell are you thinking?

“Stop,” I muttered, shaking my head like an idiot. “Can you finally shut the hell up? I’m trying to sleep, and some people take this internship seriously, so shut it!”

Y/N’s POV:

Katsuki’s sudden demand caught me off guard, but more than that, I was confused. I’d been asleep for hours. Then it hit me. The nightmares. I’d been making noise, maybe even talking in my sleep—something I’d been dealing with for years, but never thought would bother anyone else.

“I must’ve had a nightmare. Sorry,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes, so I just shut the door in his face, not knowing what else to say.

Katsuki’s POV:

She shut the door. Just like that. I stood there for a second, staring at the wood like an idiot. Great. I wanted to yell at her, and now I felt… I don’t know. Bad? Nah, that wasn’t it.

But damn it, why’d she look like that? So… different. I never really paid attention to how she looked, but seeing her all messed up like that, sleepy, not trying to keep up her usual guard… she looked beautiful. Yeah, beautiful. Crap.

“Damn it,” I muttered again, running a hand through my hair as I stormed back to my room.

I flopped back onto the bed, but sleep wasn’t happening. Not now. My mind was stuck on her.

I turned over in bed, trying to block out the image of her in those damn pajamas. I couldn’t stand it. I tried to ignore it, but then my mind wandered back to the patrol.

She didn’t act scared during the day. Hell, she held her own better than most people, even when I could see she was annoyed too. And now, she was alone, dealing with her nightmares.

Suddenly, I knew what her dreams were about. She told me about her brother, Toya.

Of course, it’s about Toya. She wouldn’t shut up about that back when she told me her story. Dead brother, out-of-control quirk—it all comes back to that.

I wasn’t supposed to care.

But I did.

Shit. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I got up again, grabbed my shirt, and stomped over to her door. This time, I wasn’t just pissed—I was annoyed at myself for caring.

Y/N’s POV:

After shutting the door on Katsuki, I leaned back against it, staring into the darkness of my room. My thoughts were racing again. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in so long. And now, knowing I’d kept Katsuki awake with my nightmares? I felt guilty.

At home, nightmares were nothing new to me. I had them constantly, ever since I was young. My brother Toya’s death, the way my family fell apart afterward, and the terrifying loss of control over my own quirk haunted me at night. Every time I thought I could escape it, the dreams would drag me right back into the fire.

Fuyumi had tried to help before. She would hear me at night and come into my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, asking if I wanted to talk about it. But I never did. I’d always shrug her off, insisting that I could handle it. She meant well, but no amount of talking was going to change what happened.

After a while, everyone at home just got used to it. My room was at the far end of the house, behind Toya’s old room, so my nightmares didn’t bother anyone as much. And if they did, they pretended not to hear. They minded their own business. That’s what the Todoroki family had always done—minded their own business.

I pulled out my laptop to keep myself awake, I turned on Gossip Girl, my new favorite way to escape from reality. The girls in Class 1-A had talked about it a lot, and Mina and I watched some episodes together. It made me feel like a normal teenage girl, away from the nightmares and the chaos of being a Todoroki.

I was about an hour into the show when I heard another knock. Katsuki. Again.

“Sorry, am I too loud again?” I opened the door, already apologizing. “I’ll turn it off, I just tried to keep—”

“Yourself awake so I can sleep,” Katsuki finished for me, pushing past me and walking into my room. “Really?” he said, looking at my laptop. “This is what you’re watching?”

I blinked, surprised that he had just walked in like it was no big deal. “It makes me feel normal,” I said, then immediately regretted saying it. Why did I say that?

He glanced at me, eyebrows raised. “You’re nothing but normal, Frostburn,” he said, laying down on my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I smirked. “What, you wanna join?”

He didn’t answer right away, just settled into my bed, placing the laptop on his stomach. “I can only sleep if something’s in the background,” he muttered.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Then why did you stop me from my nightmares earlier? You could’ve listened to that.”

Katsuki hesitated, looking away for a moment before replying. “You screamed. A lot. Loud enough to wake up half the building.”

I winced, embarrassed. “I’m… sorry.”

Katsuki shrugged, but I could tell he wasn’t used to dealing with this kind of thing either. He didn’t like people, and this situation was probably overwhelming for him too. But instead of going back to his room, he stayed.

“Come here, idiot,” he said, motioning for me to join him. “I can’t sleep without noise, and you can’t sleep in general. So if you don’t tell anyone, we’ll not sleep together.”

Katsuki’s POV:

I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing. This wasn’t me. I didn’t do this whole “comforting people” crap. But she looked at me, and for a second, I saw it again—that vulnerability she tried to hide. And I couldn’t just walk away.

“Tch, what am I even doing,” I muttered under my breath as she slid into the bed next to me.

I didn’t say anything as she lay there next to me, explaining whatever the hell was going on with the show. Something about rich kids and drama I didn’t give a damn about. But for some reason, the sound of her voice, and the quiet hum of the laptop, was enough to pull me into sleep faster than I thought.

Before I knew it, I was out. Her soft voice, the low noise of the show—it was weirdly comforting. Something I wasn’t used to. But… I didn’t mind.

Y/N’s POV:

As I lay there, I smiled softly. Katsuki Bakugo, of all people, offering to stay and help. I slid into the bed next to him, making myself comfortable.

As I lay there, I started explaining the characters of Gossip Girl to him, though it wasn’t long before I noticed his breathing had slowed, his eyes fluttering closed. He didn’t “not sleep” for long.

Within minutes, he was out. Little snores escaped him, and I couldn’t help but smile. His black shirt with the skull on it and his messy, fluffy hair… he looked different like this. More… real.

Turning off the laptop, I put it away quietly. I tapped Katsuki a few times to make sure he was really asleep. When I was sure he was, I carefully leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.

For the first time in a long time, I fell asleep without any nightmares. ______________ Amethyst. - Masterlist: click here ______________

[mirlvshft]

introduction to my waiting room! — PART I .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

this is part I of my very in depth showcase of my wr which is a luxurious penthouse in ny. i believe you can get a feel of the overall aesthetic so try to keep that in mind as you take in the visuals as they all do not reflect the same style.

this wr is like any wr, to relax in and whatnot. however i am catering mine towards my drself (criminal minds) which is reflected in part II.

if anyone has questions or further ideas please let me know! now…

「 ✦ welcome to mir’s

waiting room ✦ 」

| part II

weather

i have the ability to keep and or change the time of day and weather. although, a very soothing dim rainy weather would be constant more often than not. the temperature inside will always be kept nice and cold.

companion

the most recent addition to my wr: connor, an android from the game detroit become human. he’s company and sort of a helper. connor can help with absolutely anything— he has tons of capabilities in addition to what i personally added to him. he can do a number of things such as help in redesigning the penthouse, give advice, help with scripting, etc,. although i will say his purpose isn’t to solely act as a strict servant or android per se. mmm, almost like a roommate? like how androids become “alive” in the game. hope that makes enough sense. side note: i did not finish the game, i just can’t

bedroom

my bed is huge and so incredibly comfortable, it’s serene really. this also moves over to temperature, it never gets uncomfortably hot— the apartment as a whole is at a very crisp cold temperature. i have fluffy pillows that never go flat and support me amazingly. the bed also has the softest, fluffiest, plush blankets— my bed is literal heaven. the sides of my bed have these nightstands as you can see, consisting of all my little necessities; phone, headphones, etc,. everything will always be well kept and never change in condition; always pristine. if i ever want a drink or food, whatever i may want, it’ll appear on the nightstand. as for the rest of the room, it’s all pretty basic furniture.

closet

it’s huge, i mean huge. it literally has an upstairs but i couldn’t find a picture good enough but trust, it looks great. it has everything i have in my pinterest, all of my wardrobes. it’s organized by the type of clothing and color. another feature is any desired clothing i find while on my phone or any other way, will just show up there neatly organized for me. i can also do automatic alterations to pieces that don’t fit me like how i want them to, useful huh?

kitchen

my kitchen is pretty big and has literally everything i could ever want from food to all the necessary dishes; pots and pans, glasses, etc., i can think of a snack or food i want and it’ll just appear there but sometimes i want to cook, you know? don’t know if that’s an unpopular opinion or whatever but i definitely want to cook myself sometimes. i want to have the option to mess around and actually make food, bake and all that— i think it can be quite helpful and i find it therapeutic. although the mess that occurs always cleans itself up or connor can help me (bc fuck all that). everything will always keep clean; no dust, no mess, no mopping or anything and will always smell good with whatever scent i want lingering!!

bathroom

these pictures are good examples but don’t do it justice, it’s bigger and has a few more elaborate details. the hot water will never run out, any wash for body or hair, bathbombs, essential oils, etc etc,. all that would be ready in the cupboards or wherever i want it. this also goes for cosmetics and whatnot. the whole space is such a vibe.

i finallyyy made this post, its been sitting in my drafts since i damn near made this blog. i’m trying to open up more and not be so shy on my blog about my dr’s ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! but at the same time i could go on and on forever about them — finally putting this together was very fun and motivating!!

as lengthy as this guide is, i didn’t go in complete detail about every. single. thing. but just enough to explain the main features and rooms and to also give some scripting ideas to you guys too— i could go on forever but i will spare you all. if anyone has questions or further ideas to give me about my wr please let me know! (｡> ᴗ ☆｡) ‧₊˚

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[kheoni2024]

The Important of Sustainability in the Wellness Industry – KHEONI

The wellness industry has seen a significant growth in recent years, but with this growth comes a responsibility to consider the impact on the environment and the communities we serve. In this blog post, we will discuss the importance of sustainability in the wellness industry and how we can make conscious choices.

[arttrampbelle]

Ok now for some actual good shang tsung food for y'all.

*cracks knuckles*

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Shang tsung bathing hcs x reader.

Here is some bathing hcs. Aka. What they do in a bath,showers,cleaning themselves,relaxing,grooming and preening themselves type of hcs.

Cw:nsfw,fluff,maybe some angst?

*NOTE: THIS IS CARY HIROYUKI TAGAWA SHANG TSUNG SPECIFICALLY. MK11/MK1995 SHANG TSUNG. So no damn faker mk12 shang tsung allowed*

Hcs below cut cuz of nsfw content.

Reader is gn ( i try to make these gn if i can)

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

Shang tsung bathing hcs:

Shang tsung prefers showers if he is just needing to clean up. Because one,it's healthier and easier for him. And two he just likes to take quick warm showers most of the time. However it doesn't mean anything. He sometimes with do either or hot,warm,cold. But he prefers warm

Shang tsung will do baths if he's trying to relax or soak or take his time. Especially if he's with you.

He loves the feel of the warm water next to you. He finds it peaceful.

He definitely does the works tho. Bubbles,oils,salts,soaks,etc.

And after a bath he also definitely either body oils up or body butters himself.

He loves smelling good. And loves you smelling good too.

If you need privacy and don't wish to bathe with him. He will respect that too

As for himself if he needs privacy he will tell you right away beforehand.

Shang tsung will drink wine and bathe. He prefers dark reds buuuut occasionally he'll have a white dry wine or even a sweet wine. Especially if you are with him. But shang already loves the sweetness you bring in your company. The wine just doesn't do justice on that. ;3

He will also eat fruit in the bath. Like this man is the definition of luxurious and living deliciously.

As for grooming habits. He likes to keep himself well trimmed and groomed. He shaved almost completely. But if he wants to leave a bit of hair. He'll leave a lil treasure trail if anything. His balls are smooth tho. A nice trimmed beard too.

Shang has and will fuck in the bath. If you want a quickie it's in the shower. But if you want him to play,take his time,and enjoy every inch of you? He'll fuck you in his private bathing quarters. (Yes his bathroom is modernish. He's not a damn heathen ok you weirdos. Lol. Maybe a bit looking like a 70s/80s/90s Chinese gothic dad vibe but hey. It's modern enough).

He feels this is one of the few times he can let his walls down. You'll get to see a very very somft shang tsung. If The sorcerer trusts you that much. You are lucky af.

He loves to bath you. He doesn't mind receiving in return. In fact he loves being pampered (spoiled lil shit he is. But we love him) but he prefers to actually pamper you more! Besides he loves washing your hair or massaging your scalp. Washing your beautiful body. Taking care with every single touch.

He will even dry you off. Never lifting a single finger. Wrapping a robe or a large towel around you. Picking you up bridal style. Carries you to your shared bed. May or may not finish loving on you there. Depending on your moods.

But either way. Shang loves bathing time with you. It's a very simple but sweet moment.

Shang's sweet side. Is his best side. And you're the lucky one to ever get to see it 💖

Hopefully you guys like these. Sorry if its short and not as organized as i usually try to do it. But it's on the fly while i have the spoons to write.

But i hope this gives you some good food.

💖

[sepptember]

there's a post about Pro-Palestine small businesses on instagram by @.counseling4allseasons and i wanted to share that post here.

mentioning businesses that aren't on this post are encouraged!! I'll reblog them to my account or add them to the post. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.

note that all of the businesses in the insta post might not be included because I struggled to find the link, and some links may lead to an instagram account instead of a website.

Apparel:

Chérine Caftans - Moroccan traditional wear

Hirbawi - Kufiya factory in Palestine

HULM Kicks - Palestinian-owned shoe store

Watan Worldwide - Cultural clothing/merchandise store

Ayan Resources - Palestinian-owned clothing brand

herababyco - Baby clothes

Modestveencouture - Palestinian-owned boutique with wedding, prom, and engagement dresses

Zaytoonas Stitches - Palestinian-owned embroidery store

Dignitii - modest active wear

Nöl Collective - Palestinian-owned traditional wear

RUUQ - Hijab body suits

Dar Collective - Cultural merchandise

Shopdehma - Modest clothing brand

Nayabhijabs - Hijabs

House of amiri - Children's clothing

this business is currently not stocking their inventory because they are working on broadening their brand. support by following them is still highly encouraged.

Yemen Wear - cultural Yemen apparel

Pali Power - Palestinian athletic apparel

Le dressing de moon - Palestinian thobes

La Farrah Boutique - Palestinian thobes

Skincare/Makeup/Fragrances:

Farsalicare - Skincare brand

Yaskinnatural - Skincare brand

Dyfbeauty - Makeup brushes

Mora Cosmetics - Muslim-owned clean makeup

Kadi perfumes - high-quality perfumes and fragrances

Alwafa Shop - Natural skincare

Abumiskperfumes - oil-based fragrances

Dr. Sebaa Co. - Muslim-owned skincare brand

Savana Goat - Natural and artisanal goat soaps

Lerenu - Scalp & haircare

Inika Organics - Organic makeup

Tuesday in Love - Wudhu-friendly nail polish

Home Goods:

Inspire me home decor - Interior design/home decor

The Little Bulbul - Islamic puzzles/mugs/prints

Olive & Heart - Palestinian owned candle shop

Candlescape & Co. - Palestinian owned candle shop

Create & Crescent - event kits and crafts

Kilim Design Store - carpet and flooring.

With a Spin - Home decor

Lifestyle:

Feyre Creations - events merchandise

Khair Designs - Interior design

Soul Detox - Palestinian-owned black seed oil mix and health capsules

Sophologynic - Palestinian-owned wellness-kits and organic honey

Creations By Sal - Custom wedding products and gifts

Crescent Moon Bookstore - Palestinian-owned children’s bookstore

Little Muslim Craft Store - Crafts for Muslim children store

Modefa - Home decor

Sitti soap - Natural soaps and more.

Vidamin Wellness - Organic vitamins

Mysalah Mat - Interactive prayer mat

The Happy Bakers - Egyptian-owned cookies

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[sophie-frm-mars]

i love the term "the wyrm" because its a really useful term and also it creates wordplay i really like with brainwyrm. did you intend for that

Yeah actually. So I'm quite influenced in my thinking about all this by Dawkins (ugh) meme theory, the idea that the evolution of ideas as they are passed from person to person is analogous to biolgocal genetic evolution.

There's a triple nature to the Wyrm that I wanna get into in future essays, and the simplest way to describe it is like a good ol fashioned holy trinity: the Wyrm, the mold and the money-borne virus

The Wyrm is my sort of kaiju-like, monstrous, destructive force representation of the thing we're talking about. We can look at the thing like a huge invisible beast, digging up yummy rare earth metals and minerals on indigenous lands, trampling over poor neighbourhoods to replace them with luxury apartments, bombing countless countries in imperialist wars. It sucks the oil out of the ground and it excretes pollution that will eventually choke it to death. The Wyrm is an object manifestation of the hyperobject. It is also helpful to think of this imaginative "body" in order to picture its organs and limbs

The mold is more descriptive of the shape of this thing, if we were going to look at it on a global map. Much like my fungus thought approach to spreading socialism, the Wyrm can also be understood to have a kind of mycellial growth, and it's especially clear when we consider how it grows strongest where resources are withheld from people - a rot sets in. It emerged like a mold, in pockets that sent out spores that established colonies which fed back resources to the starting point. It will be replaced in a fungal manner too, with pockets of collapse of its system opening up a new kind of rot that it can't recuperate, turning into new strains and species competing for space, which will then grow into each other and replace it.

The money-borne virus is the third side of this and it's the part I've formulated the least so far, but the idea is basically that it only exists in our heads, and only grows when we talk other people into it or force them into it through their material conditions. People with more money are more susceptible to money-borne brainworms, go figure

Thanks for the question