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fashioneditswebsite · 10 months ago

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Is hard water affecting your hair and skin? What to do about it

These are the signs experts want you to look out for. If you have noticed that your skin feels dehydrated or your hair looks more brittle and damaged than usual, hard water may have contributed to these issues. Dermatologist Dr Yulia Krasnaya from Evolution Aesthetics Clinic explains that "hard water can leave several signs on your skin, indicating potential damage. One common sign is dryness or tightness after washing, as hard water can strip away natural oils, leaving the skin feeling parched. "You may notice a dull or lacklustre complexion, as mineral deposits from hard water can build up on the skin's surface, hindering its natural radiance." Hard water has a high mineral content that can negatively impact hair and skin. It is more dangerous for people with susceptible skin, as "hard water can exacerbate existing issues like irritation, itching, or redness," says Krasnaya. If you suspect you have hard water, consider changing your water filter and following some simple tips to help alleviate the symptoms. But aside from your skin and hair, there is another way to tell if you have hard water in your home. "Ano" her indication is the presence of residue or soap scum, especially noticeable in areas like the sink or bathtub, which can signal hard watewater'sect on the skin and surfaces," sa" s Krasnaya. Although it is not hazardous for your health, "pro" onged exposure to hard water may also contribute to a compromised skin barrier, making it more susceptible to environmental stressors and moisture loss," ex "lains Krasnaya. So, it pays to know how to deal with the fallout and make your hair and skin healthy again. Anabel Kingsley, consultant trichologist and brand president at Philip Kingsley, says hard water minerals can accumulate on the hair shaft. Living in or traveling to a complex water area can affect how your hair looks, feels and behaves. Furthermore, it's important to note that hard water can adversely affect your hair. Experts say it can make your hair dry, frizzy, and lack shine. Additionally, it can reduce lather while shampooing. Moreover, if you have highlighted or bleached strands, hard water can even affect the color of your hair. If you have noticed any of these characteristics in your hair, hard water is likely the culprit. If you have hair and skin issues, improve your health and combat the damage. Install a shower filter. Installing a shower filter is one of the simplest ways to minimize hard water's impact on hair and skin. Prevention is always preferable to a cure; the filter will help remove irritants from the water you shower with. Kingsley recommends a shower filter if" your hair is dry, dull, less manageable, and lackluster when shampooing with hard water." Rasnaya notes, "Corporating a water softener or installing a shower filter can significantly reduce the mineral content in hard water, making it gentler on the skin." "se a pre-shampoo conditioning treatment. Kingsley also recommends using a conditioning treatment once or twice weekly. "T" plumps the hair shaft with moisture and seals the outer cuticle, creating shine and improving manageability." "se a gentle cleanser. "U" in a gentle, pH-balanced cleanser can help minimize the stripping of natural oils while effectively removing impurities," "says Krasnaya. Anything too harsh for your skin will only cause further irritation and discomfort and make the symptoms of hard water damage far worse. Apply a smoothing oil or serum. "T" combat frizz, apply a lightweight smoothing oil or serum before styling," suggests Kingsley. Oils can protect from heat and reduce flyaways, so they are worth adding to your hair care routine, even without frizziness concerns. Consider swapping your usual conditioner out for a richer one If your hair needs moisture from hard water, use a heavy-duty conditioner. Towel dry hair after shampooing and apply conditioner to damp hair for best results. Invest in hydrating skincare. "H" rating skin care products can help combat dryness and sensitivity caused by hard water. These products contain ingredients like hyaluronic acid, ceramides, or niacinamide. They replenish moisture and strengthen the skin barrier," "says Krasnaya. Use a detoxifying hair and scalp treatment. "I love our Vitamin C Jelly, which removes hard water mineral deposits on your hair," says Kingsley. If your hair needs some real TLC, this might be the most effective solution for you. Before altering your entire haircare routine, it is essential first to determine what your hair type needs. "T" You also need to change your shampoo—stick to one formulated for your hair texture," says Kingsley. Eliminating hard water damage in hair and skin is tricky without relocating to a soft water area. Small changes in routine can help make symptoms manageable. Five products to help with hard water damage Hello Klean Shower Filter, $57 Act + Acre Scalp Detox Weleda Skin Food,$19.00 Moroccanoil Body Souffle $36 Read the full article

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pathogenic · 7 months ago

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What's funny is I often end up having way more in common with my OCs than I intend. Cali, Anabell, Jules, and Harriet under the cut.

Cali

I started to make him by centering him on the folk punk music I like. Since we went into the game knowing it was going to be an all Toreador game focused on the Mac, I decided to give him an art style I knew very little about to have an excuse to go do a deep dive on it. Now I have something of a taste for abstract sculpting and artwork that tries to engage with the senses beyond sight.

Tragically, Cali also appears to have predicted what my transition is looking like. As I sit here with my flat cap with hair that is overdue for a haircut, I know all I need is the stubble and I'm there. Hell, I just got a new set of suspenders a few weeks ago. I designed the man roughly 4 years ago - this is ridiculous

But would we get along? Oh good lord no. We'd scrap almost instantly, he's a prick with shit morals.

Anabell

Anabell and I both have our faiths and we both tend to overwork ourselves, but I think that's about where the similarities end. Initially she was a nice way for me to explore my own attraction to women and to help navigate if I was or was not a lesbian. It's more complicated than that, but she was a nice shelter for a bit.

I think we could get along to be fair. She is a very reasonable person and while she can get shortsighted when she is close to her goal, I might be able to even her out and help prevent her from self destruction for a chance to become human.

Beyond that, I think if she were still alive, she'd probably be some cool older lesbian I'd go to for advice. We'd grab coffee and bullshit for a bit.

Jules

Jules and I share a lot of music and fashion sense as they were designed after the 90s grunge movement as someone who was THERE. They moved out to New Orleans to get a fresh start though and ended up falling in with the metal crowd there and meeting their partner. They are more on the quiet side, they have a strange relationship with gender, they would kill for their friends. We share quite a bit.

This is one of my Kindred I'd be besties with in a heartbeat. Please please please let me hang around that sick record store Jules, I beg of you. I'd also get along with their partner Lloyd. I'd probably end up being a third wheel going to concerts though.

Harriet

Well! We both like the occult and we're curious to the point of routinely finding trouble, but I'm afraid that is where our similarities end! Harriet is perhaps the furthest from me in terms of characters I have and it makes her a fascinating challenge to play.

We would not get along. While she does not deserve the relationship she currently finds herself in with a controlling and abusive husband, she is still very much a haughty Victorian lady of a Ventrue. She is blueblooded and she intends to flex that power over others to get what she wants. While she has moments where she thinks better of this (usually thanks to members of her Coterie), she's not a great person!

We'll see how time shapes her and if she loses status and is forced to see the world in a different way, but at the moment? Yeesh.

Does your OC have things in common with you? If you were to meet, do you think you would get along?

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#Nero 'Cali' Ramsay #Anabell Blaines #Jules Guillroy #Harriet Berkeley

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cluelessrebel1988 · 6 years ago

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Songs in Mary Poppins Returns ranked*

*By me, based on my own personal opinions and nothing else. You are, of course, free to disagree with me and/or make your own list, but don’t come into my inbox and bitch about where I put any of the songs.

11) Underneath The Lovely London Sky (reprise)

There’s not much to this one, just a simple repeat of the final lines of the original song to close out the movie. Still a charming, semi-catchy tune, but little else.

10) The Royal Doulton Music Hall & Turning Turtle (tie)

The Royal Doulton Music Hall has some fun word play and some fast paced lyrics that still manage to roll off the tongue, while the swing music based tune for Turning Turtle is a definite toe-tapper, but there’s not much else to make them stand out among the rest of the numbers for me.

9) Trip A Little Light Fantastic (reprise)

Dick van Dyke shines in this one, providing a light-hearted (and light-footed) performance that shows that he’s not quite as out as you think he is. A fun number to lift the spirits of the film after the dramatic race to Big Ben and the bank, it serves its job well.

8) Underneath The Lovely London Sky

The movie’s opening number introduces us to Lin-Manuel Miranda’s character Jack (and his cockney accent) and starts the movie with a dose of optimism to offset the gloom facing London in the midst of the Great Slump. It’s a simple tune and easily hummable, inviting you along for the adventure ahead.

7) Nowhere To Go But Up

From the opening song to the film’s finale, everyone gets a chance to contribute to the song, with Angela Lansbury kicking things off to show she’s still got it, followed by Ben Whishaw, the children, Miranda and even Emily Mortimer (who I wish had gotten a song of her own at some point in the movie, though I understand it’s not her story). A positive song to end an incredible movie. What more could you ask for?

6) The Place Where Lost Things Go (reprise)

This one falls completely on the young actors playing the Banks children, giving each a chance to show their individual talents as singers. Young Joel Dawson (Georgie) does most of the solo singing in his first film role, but Pixie Davies (Anabel) and Nathanarl Saleh (John) sound good in their own right, and when the three of them harmonize, it’s truly magical.

5) A Cover Is Not The Book

A fun romp through the literary world, this song takes the adage ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’ and makes a vaudeville routine out of it. Between Emily Blunt slipping into a cockney accent for the mildly raunchy lyrics and Miranda getting to showcase his abilities as a rapper (without making it seem out of place), its probably the second-easiest song from the film to get stuck in your head.

4) Trip A Little Light Fantastic

The sequel’s answer to ‘Step In Time’ the song follows Jack and his fellow leeries as they help guide Mary and the Banks children home after getting lost in the fog. Upbeat and full of fun lyrics and fun rhymes, this one is a standout among the wonderful tunes, with Miranda taking the lead as he tries to shine a light through the film’s darkest moments

3) A Conversation

A simple tune that absolutely tugs at the heartstrings. Whishaw speak-sings his way through this number, a one-sided conversation between Michael and late wife Kate, whose absence hangs like a shadow over the house. Asking questions about everything from how to brush Anabel’s hair to where Kate has gone since leaving, Whishaw delivers the right balance of simple humor and the feeling of deep loss to make the number’s emotional weight seem very real in a simple music box-inspired tune.

2) The Place Where Lost Things Go

In many ways a companion to ‘A Conversation,’ this song also delivers the emotions, but seeks to provide answers to the question posed by Michael at the end of the latter, having Mary tell the children that their mother is ‘gone but not forgotten’ in the place where lost things go...or perhaps even inside of them. A hopeful song in the face of loss, it offers comfort, hope, and reassurance that those we love never truly leave us as long as we remember them.

1) Can You Imagine That?

Blunt’s first number in the film, this song allows her to show off Mary’s cheekiness, underhandedly berating the children’s lack of imagination while asking them if they can imagine people having fun and enjoying themselves. It serves as the children’s -- and, by extension, our -- first encounter with Mary and the wonderful things she can do, as well as her attitude and approach to nannying the children. And besides all that, it’s catchy as hell.

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anthemverseduology · 4 years ago

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The Stranger and the Priest

“Tell us a story, Uncle Ven! Something really scary,” Valentine said, looking up at me from the pile of candy he'd just dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. He shared a name with another candy-adjacent holiday, but the boy was obsessed with all things Halloween. “Something with blood and guts and ooze!”

“Ew! Nothing gross!” Francine swatted Val on the shoulder, a look of annoyance twisting her features. “You always get stories about gross things! This year Uncle Ven should tell us something really spooky, not just icky.”

I leaned back in my chair, surveying the tiny audience that had gathered in front of where I sat next to the fireplace. My own daughter sat in the middle of the bunch, looking up at me expectantly. “Tell them the story of The Stranger and the Priest,” she suggested, opening her third mini box of Junior Mints before tossing three of them back at once.

“Cece, I don't know that everyone here is ready for that story. You know why,” I said, raising my eyebrows at her slightly.

“How come I don't know this story?” Taylor grumbled. My brother's son was the oldest of his generation of kids, but still not old enough to join the party upstairs with the older family members, and he was disgruntled at having to spend his pre-midnight hours with 'the babies'. “Dad's told me all of these old stories anyway.”

“You've never heard this one,” Cece said, rolling her eyes. “I know.”

“We know that you know, know-it-all,” Taylor snipped.

“Alright, cool your jets, Lore,” I said, holding up a hand as I leaned forward in my chair. “You're all sure that you're ready to hear this?” A chorus of happy shouts and rustling candy wrappers filled the air, and the flames in the fireplace roared a little higher.

“Tell them, Dad,” Cece said, sitting up straighter.

I took a deep breath, picking up my coffee from the table next to me taking a sip of the dark liquid. “It was many years ago, and a man of the cloth found himself sitting side-by-side with a dark stranger that he'd never seen before...”

***

The stranger's black hair was matted to his head, ribbons of rain ran down his face, and droplets gathered and steamed off of his warm skin. He shivered, wrapping his denim jacket around himself further, though it seemed to do the man no good. The bartender, Sal, walked over to lean his hands against the edge of the counter, eyeing the priest for a moment before taking the stranger's order. “Double whiskey, neat, and keep them coming,” the man said, the timbre of his voice low.

The priest turned to the man, offering his hand, which the man looked at suspiciously. “I'm Father Michael,” he said, smiling though he withdrew his suggested handshake, picking up his glass of whiskey on the rocks to tilt in the stranger's direction. “You look like a man with troubles.”

“You could say that again, padre,” the stranger said with a scoff as Sal set a glass down in front of him, filling it half-full with bottom-shelf whiskey. He shuddered hard before picking his glass up, draining the alcohol from it in one gulp. “I hate getting caught in the rain.”

“That's not all that's bothering you, is it?” Father Michael said, leaning back in his chair a little to study the man a little further. Every stitch of clothing the man wore, from his jacket down to the tips of his hard-heeled boots, was black; made darker by the amount of water soaking him. “Only priests, nuns, marauders, and mourners wear that much black. Which one are you? If you tell me you're a nun I'll eat my collar.”

“I gave up my habit for lent,” the man said with a humorless, curt laugh. Sal walked over to refill the stranger's glass, but the man held up his hand. “Listen, Sal, just leave the bottle.”

Father Michael watched curiously as the stranger pulled out a gold money clip that was full of large bills. The man took two-hundred dollars from the clip, handing it to Sal before shoving it back down into his pocket. “You intend to drink that whole bottle by yourself?” Father Michael asked, raising his eyebrows as Sal walked away with wide-eyes.

The stranger looked at him curiously before uncorking the bottle, pouring liquid into Father Michael's glass. “I find that having to depend on other people to pour my shots gets tedious. Don't mind so much pouring shots for other people, though,” he said almost wistfully.

“Forgive me for prying, but I've seen that look in many a soul's eyes. You've lost something or someone important. Might help you to talk about it. It's part of the gig to listen,” Father Michael said with a smirk as he raised his glass. “Even after office hours! I won't charge.”

“Well, as you're drinking whiskey I just purchased...” the man said chuckling lightly. “Maybe you're right? If anyone who's ever known me could see me talking to you right now, I'd be laughed all the way into Hell's Fire.”

“The people you know aren't big on the clergy?” Father Michael asked, leaning an elbow against the edge of the bar.

“They're elitists, and at that, I can't blame any of them. They're just following my poor examples,” the stranger said, shooting back whiskey from his glass. “And it's just the monotony of it all! The same cycles and routines, day in and day out. Nothing ever changes.”

“Well, as a person with a solid set of routines—day in and day out—I've seen that while my circumstances don't change, I change right in the middle of them,” Father Michael said, shrugging a shoulder slightly. “Maybe that's one reason you might be frustrated.”

“I know that I've out-grown my whole life, but it won't let me be. I have this job that I have to do, and no one else can be trusted with it. You certainly wouldn't approve of it,” the man said, pouring himself another glass full of alcohol.

“Eh, my approval doesn't mean as much as the guy I work for...I understand having a job that can be tough.” Father Michael frowned, tilting his head. “Sometimes I think about leaving the church. Brief moments when I wonder if there's something I'm missing. In those times, I pray and rededicate myself to what I really love above all else.”

“Heaven On High,” the stranger said, his voice barely a whisper. “I had that once. I loved who I was and what I was, and I would have done anything for a little bit of grace...”

“What changed?” Father Michael asked.

“Being on this planet is what changed me. At first, when I was young, I thought that I would get my revenge on anyone or anything that had ever wronged me. I'd be the monster they made me out to be. Over time, I don't want that anymore. I want peace. I have this dream sometimes about an angel,” the stranger said, his smile finally reaching his bright-blue eyes. “What's the use in chasing dreams and ghosts...”

“Usually when people see angels they're facing some major change in their life,” Father Michael said, holding out a hand. “It's a good thing when they appear.”

“You haven't met a lot of angels have you, Michael?” the man asked, arching one dark, pointed brow. “Why do you come to this bar? It's empty and drafty, and the only person here to talk to on a regular basis is Sal, and he's been here as long as the building has.”

“I'm not that old,” Sal called from where he stood, putting glasses in a rack above his head. “My dad was gray by the time he was my age.”

“It's definitely not your genes that keep you youthful,” the stranger said, propping his elbow on the back of his bar stool. “Why do you come here to stare at Sal's mug all of the time, Michael?”

“In another life, this was a special place for me. Before I was a priest I was a person, you know. Most of us were,” Father Michael said, hearing his self-mocking tone ringing in his own ears. “There was someone that I cared about a lot, but she went away, and I found another path.”

The stranger poured a generous portion of the whiskey left in his bottle into his glass. “Sometimes paths come full circle,” he said, staring into the amber liquid as the bell over the door chimed, and the sound of rain cascading from the overhang just outside covered the sound of an Eagles song playing on the stereo. “We're all just chasing ghosts.”

“Anabelle?” the priest said, rising swiftly to his feet, staring in shock at the woman before him. “How is this possible? I was just thinking about you!”

“It's good to see you, Michael,” Anabelle said, smiling sweetly. “I hope that you don't mind me stopping in here. It's pouring outside, and I was just in the area.”

“No, no! It's wonderful to see you,” Father Michael said, stepping forward to hug her gently. His heart raced as he drew back from her, his gaze settling on the vivid gray of her eyes. He led her over to the bar, taking a dry tea towel from Sal to hand to Anabelle. She toweled lightly at her dripping hair and her wet coat before sitting down on the bar stool to Father Michael's left.

“What'll you have, Ann?” Sal asked, putting a glass down in front of her, as if he already knew what her answer would be.

“Soda and lime?” Anabelle asked more than declared as Sal opened a bottle of cola, poured it in, and stuck the wedge of lime on the brim. “Your memory's as good as ever, Sal.”

“You know how it is,” Sal said, looking at her in a manner that Father Michael thought to be curious. “You were in the area, you said?”

“I had something to take care of in the borough, so I was around. I decided to take a walk, for nostalgia's sake, and then the clouds broke open,” Anabelle said, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “It was silly of me to go walking alone at night at all.”

“You should be careful. You're safe now, though,” Father Michael said before turning to the stranger. “This is Anabelle Tinas. Ann, this is—I never caught your name, mister...?”

“I'm called Luc,” the stranger said, finally introducing himself. “Anabelle knows that, though.”

“You've met?” Father Michael was starting to become a little uneasy. He hadn't seen Anabelle in years, and he'd never seen Luc in the bar at all, but somehow this man knew two people Father Michael had known for over a decade. “I must not get out often enough.”

“Anabelle works for me,” Luc said, flattening his lips as he kept his eyes on the bar top. “Sal, does, too.”

Father Michael laughed softly, looking from Luc to Anabelle, then to Sal. “Listen, I thought This Is Your Life went off-air years ago. Why am I getting the sense that you three know something that I don't know?”

“Do you remember that night in '52? I got you to walk me home because I wasn't feeling well?” Anabelle asked, gently folding the dampened tea towel in her hands.

“You had a fever, and you were tired. How can I forget? It was the last time that I ever saw you,” Father Michael said. “I didn't know what might have happened to you. No one in your building would say, and I didn't know where to look. I feared the worst for years. I thought you may well have...died.”

“I'm here, aren't I?” Anabelle said, reaching out to pat Father Michael on the hand. “No need to worry about me. I'm just collecting your debt.”

“What debt?” Father Michael asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I asked you, that night, what you would do for me,” Anabelle said, quietly. “I asked you if you would ever sell your soul for something. I asked you if there was anything so important that you would give up eternity in Heaven. You said that if there was such a thing as a price for a soul that you would pay it to live a peaceful life.”

“I was young and foolish, and trying to impress a pretty girl with fancy words,” Father Michael was beginning to realize that he'd stepped into a snare without even realizing it. “I was in love with you, Ann.”

“I asked if you were certain that you would sell your soul to live in peace and you said, 'Yes'. I wish that I could have been in love with you, but that's not how my kind works,” Anabelle said, her tone sad.

“Apologies for that,” Luc said, raising a hand, as if he was taking ownership. “You do seem like a very nice man, Michael, but now you have a choice. I don't have the power to see precisely when you're going to die, but I can tell you that it'll be soon. Being that you're a friend of Anabelle's and Sal's, and as I had nothing else going on at the moment besides sitting around daydreaming...I thought that I'd pay you a personal visit. Didn’t count on the damned rain, though.”

Father Michael moved away from his bar stool, a look of alarm on his face. “When I said that—all of those years ago—I meant that I wanted peace with you, Ann. Then you disappeared, and I had to go on. I couldn't imagine loving anyone else, so I took my vows and...”

“And you found peace,” Luc said, closing his eyes briefly as Sal lowered his head. “That's the way deals with demons work, I'm afraid. You'll get what you desire, but something always goes awry. That's Heaven On High trying to right the wrong, so the Path shifts. Anabelle has been a demon in my service for quite some time now, and you did make a deal.”

Father Michael backed away even further. “Luc...short for—”

“Yes, short for that,” Luc said sharply, standing up from his bar stool. “You can choose to perish at your allotted time, and then you'll burn in Hell Fire, or you can choose to become a demon in the service of Hell's army. I'd be honored to have you, Michael. Other than being robbed of your positive emotions, it's not really all that bad.”

“Not that bad? My whole life is countering your every move!” Father Michael said. “I'd give up Heaven!”

“Man, you've already missed that elevator,” Sal said, crossing his arms over his chest. “You've got two choices, Mike. Die and burn, or serve Hell. What's it gonna be?”

Father Michael felt his back bump into the wall, and he held Anabelle's gaze. “If I say yes, will I be able to be with you?”

“You'll barely care,” Luc said, rolling eyes that flashed with flames, and some other lonesome look that Father Michael couldn't put his finger on.

“‘Barely’ is enough,” Father Michael said, taking a step towards Anabelle. “The only questions I've ever asked myself were if you were still alive, and what would life have been like if I hadn't lost you somehow. What do I have to do?”

“That easy?” Luc asked, arching a brow. “You devoted yourself to On High, and you would turn against them because you've been in love with the same woman for years?”

“Think of your dream angel,” Father Michael said. “What would you do if you found her?”

Luc stood blinking at Father Michael for a moment, seeming to think on what he'd suggested before he waved a hand through the air. “She doesn't exist. She's just a mirage...So, you agree to becoming a soldier in Hell's army?”

“I agree,” Father Michael said. At that instant he felt like something inside himself imploded, even while he felt like he was on fire. Lightning flashed outside of the windows; bright, golden illumination that made the night seem like day time. He doubled over as wave after wave of nausea attacked, and he vomited up dark green bile, mixed with whiskey. The former priest hit his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath as pain rolled over his spine and his nerve-endings. He cried out, the air chilling his skin as the pain finally subsided. The lights from the bar were bright one moment, then dim the next, and Michael realized that Sal must have turned the lights off entirely. “Now...what happens?”

“I like you, Mike,” Luc said, tilting his head back. “I think that we're gonna get along nicely.”

“For some reason I'm not worried about what that means.” Michael turned his eyes to the floor before looking up to Anabelle. “I know what I said before, but now it all seems so pointless.”

“The ache will fade over time,” she said, stepping forward to put a hand to the side of Michael's face. “You'll serve our lord well.”

“Our lord...” Michael said, realizing that there was no way out. His fate had been sealed long ago, and now he stood in front of his new king, Lucifer, Light Bringer; the Devil.

***

“That's not scary at all,” Taylor said, flopping back to lean against the front of the love seat. “That's just one demon story in a bunch of other demon stories.”

“The grossest stuff in that story was the love parts. Blech,” Val said, bumping the side of his fist against Taylor's.

“One day you'll grow up to figure out that the love parts are the scariest parts, and the most tragic parts,” I said, shaking my head. “Anyway, that is a true story. Do you know who bought Sal's Pub?”

“You, Dad,” Cece chirped, her smile turning from bright to wicked. “And I know what happened to Michael.”

The other children turned to look at her expectantly, knowing their cousin's abilities to see things that they couldn't. “Well, where is Michael now?” Taylor asked, bobbing his head.

“He's right here,” a voice boomed as a lamp clicked on in the corner of the room to reveal Mike, smiling maniacally. Even infernal and vampire children are easy to startle at a young age, and they fled the room, the ground rumbling slightly at their involuntary flexing of power. “Every ten years I get to do that, and it's always fun.”

I stood up, looking down at Cece, shaking my head. “You set Uncle Mike up perfectly.”

“It's a tradition,” Cece said in her sweet, small voice as she climbed to her feet to shuffle after her fleeing cousins. “It had to be done. Hell Fire, they are such babies...”

“You're still a baby, so mind the language, Cecelia!” I called after her sighing deeply. “It's always somethin', huh, Mike?”

Mike hummed in agreeance, moving over to stand next to me. “It is. My kids are driving me up the wall. Hey, though...parent’s candy tax,” he said, looking down at the floor before looking back up to me.

“Happy Halloween, Father Michael,” I said with a grin.

Mike scoffed loudly, reaching down to pick up a bag of chocolates. “Save it for next year, man.”

#The Anthem Saga #Halloween #the Anthemverse #Spooky Stories

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ncmadiic · 5 years ago

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&. —— ❝ 001. ❞

( washington, d.c. - april 2014 ! )

The woman started the day with her normal routine, despite being on paid vacation.

She went for her morning walk with her daughter, as she pushed the grey stroller, listening to the gentle humming of her toddler which caused a smile to split her face. She was absolutely beautiful. Her bright blue eyes that her father had passed to her beamed as her little fingers curled into her coiled brown hair.

If only the girl's father was alive to see her.

As the woman walked down the busy main street to the coffee shop across for her usual soy mocha latte, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy, as if she were being 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋��𝐖𝐄𝐃. Her hazel eyes scanned her surroundings but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Perhaps, she was just being paranoid, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was 𝐎𝐅𝐅--- as if she was being watched. ( Like father, like daughter. ) The chill that had made its way up her spine had set into the back of her neck, spreading through her almond-colored skin and she couldn’t help but shudder.

"Mommy, I wanna see Grandpa!" Her two-year-old daughter whined as she thrashed in the stroller trying to turn her head to look at her mother.

“Alright sweetheart,” She answered after a moment, gathering her thoughts as she made her way out of the coffee shop and headed back to her apartment to grab the car seat.

After loading up the car, and securing her toddler in the car seat, she made a beeline to the Triskelion, having surprising ease with traffic. She greeted the agents that she had become acquainted with and had the occasional employee staring at her and her little girl on her way up to the Director's office.

“Oh, look at that! Mini Weber!” One of the agents chuckled as she passed through the lobby. “Man, I almost forgot that Weber had a kid! Look how big she got!” Another agent replied to him, before waving at her, “G’morning, Anabelle.”

“Good morning.” She nodded, with a smile, Grace replying a gentle ‘hi’ as well.

If you eliminate the factor that SHIELD was an intelligence agency, you’d think that it was just another run-of-the-mill business.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 had a knack for gossip and had it not been for her pristine record with monogamous relationships, Anabelle would very well be on the radar for the next hot topic.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Good morning, Director Fury,” she addresses, formally, as she walks into his office, promptly shutting the door behind her to prevent other wandering agents from eavesdropping.

Anabelle crosses the room to hand her father a box of glazed donuts holes that she’d hidden in her stroller— a peace offering for their previous heated discussion that took place three days prior in the presence of Agent Hill— before settling the stroller next to his desk, “How’re you doing?”

“Grandpa!” Her daughter chirped as she reached for her grandfather, secured in her stroller. “Hey ladybug!” he smiles briefly, before flipping the box open with one hand, the other holding the toddler’s.

“Why’d you bring her?” he says, popping the sweet pastry in his mouth.

“Well, I was going to drop her off at Jillian’s house for the weekend to catch up on some paperwork, and it seemed a little trivial to call someone to babysit for me at this hour.”

“You’re on administrative leave; there’s no paperwork for you to do,” Fury cleared his throat before projecting his voice towards his AI, “Secure Office.” Without missing a beat, the windows had tinted heavily, causing the office to become dark and the lights automatically turned on. “But, since you’re here, I’m assuming you got my message regarding your late husband.”

“Yeah, I did. You wanna tell me what's going on?”

“Several encrypted files have been surfacing, recently. There’s no trace of their origin in the mainframe, the database--- the works.”

“Files,” Anabelle trails momentarily in thought before following up with, “Files regarding whom?” She had an inkling of who he was referring to, though she did not want to jump to conclusions.

“Jacob Anderson--- among others.” Nick plucked up yet another donut hole, savoring the flavor. He didn’t want to admit it, but the slight irritation he felt with her was fading as she’d sated his sweet tooth.

“Anderson—?” Relief had washed over her face, thankful that her late husband was not under SHIELD’s radar as a former security risk, but only for a moment before it was replaced with confusion. “Wait, what are you saying; he’s a threat? How?”

“Anabelle, I need you to listen carefully because this could affect SHIELD’s integrity— as well as 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. I’ve had Agent Romanoff look into Anderson’s background and there’s a substantial amount of 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 we haven’t seen before.” Nick crossed his arms, fixating his gaze on his granddaughter for a moment. He was considering how to deliver the news that she would have to relocate for her own protection as there was information being uncovered regarding her compromise. Only a handful of agents ( specifically Hill, Romanoff, Agent Black and Captain Rogers, though he had only come to know of her parentage through a strange circumstance ) had known that Anabelle was his daughter and he could not afford to have her used as leverage against him. Hell, the day he found out that she joined SHIELD escalated a fight between the two and he put in an order to falsify her records to protect her identity.

“Who are the others?” A moment of hesitation delays her question and she looks up at her father grimly, willing herself to focus her gaze, though, as she’d expected, he directed the conversation back towards Agent Anderson. This was a 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 occurrence when he did not want to reveal secrets.

“It is unclear whether or not Agent Anderson is a threat, however, we will treat him as such until this is resolved.” He stands and loads up several files on his computer screen that have Anabelle’s identification photo on them.

“What the hell is that?” She raises her brow at the sight before her, already knowing where this was going.

“Your relocation itinerary.”

Too much information was flying at her all at once to process and Anabelle blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend how this all came to be.

“Mommy, look at my butterfly!” Grace interrupted, making fluttering motions with her hands, as her underdeveloped mind had held no comprehension of the situation that her elders were discussing.

“That’s nice, sweetie,” Anabelle, mutters, halfheartedly, switching her attention back to her father, “Dad, is this all really necessary?”

“I’m not willing to expose your relation to me nor compromise the both of us, and I don’t trust anyone enough to look after you and my 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑, so yes, it is necessary.”

“Aside from Stark, only Agents Hill, and Romanoff as well as Captain Rogers know that I’m your daughter,” Anabelle crosses her arms over her chest, defensively. Nick muses at the sight of her, only for a moment. He could now see the idle comparisons between father and daughter that Romanoff had made and it made his pride swell only slightly.

“That is where you are mistaken,” His reply is dry as is his tone and he continues to elaborate as Anabelle’s expression becomes one of confusion, “Agent Romanoff brought to my attention that there were unauthorized files on Anderson’s CPU; we found your ex-husband’s service record, your marriage certificate and half a dozen falsified weapons checkout forms.”

She had no words to reply to the news that had just been delivered— 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 had she suspected 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 being responsible for her husband’s death, though it did make sense now that she ponders on it. Stricken by the realization of her covers being compromised, she could only take a deep breath. After a few moments, she sighed, bringing a hand to head, combing her fingers through her hair, “Dad, you don’t really think that he had something to do with—?”

“As I have said, we do not know for certain, and until then he is a security risk to SHIELD. Now with that being said, I am going to need for you to 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 me. In your office, there will be a briefcase secured under your desk. The combination is 0224. Once you retrieve the case, go to Level 3 Parking. An armored SUV with the license plate G32-2014 will be unlocked for you. I will have STRIKE Team Echo waiting for your arrival at the safehouse checkpoint in 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀. Is that in any way unclear?”

“No, sir--- your orders are understood.” She couldn’t stop herself from looking down at her feet to avoid his intimidating gaze.

“Good. You’re dismissed.” Nick plucks up another donut hole as he turned the screen of his computer off to avert prying eyes when he lifted the security.

“Grace, say bye-bye,” Anabelle grabbed the handles of her daughter’s stroller and made her way towards the office door, internally fighting the lump that rested in her throat.

“Bye, Papa!” Grace waves her hands before her mother pushes her out of the room.

* * * * * * * * *

Just as Nick said, there was a briefcase under her desk locked with an electronic combination and a scanner for her thumbprint. She gathered what she needed out of her office and locked the door, taping a sign on the mahogany next to her name plaque.

3212 OFFICE RECORDS ADMIN A. WEBER 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 She made her way down the corridor, listening to her daughter hum again, moving towards the elevators, awkwardly trying to balance holding the briefcase, while pushing the stroller. Just as she passed an adjacent corridor, a husky voice caught her attention, following hurried footsteps. “Hey, Weber! Didn’t know you were back.”

She turned her head upon hearing her surname, slowing her pace to see the rugged, but handsome features of the STRIKE Commander Rumlow, and she couldn’t resist the smile that perked the corners of her mouth.

“Cute kid,” He smirked looking at Grace before averting his attention back to her.

He was a close acquaintance to her, though she hadn’t known him long enough to be friends. Brock had made frequent visits to Records, although, she assumed the purpose was strictly business. But it seemed that when she was working, she saw him at 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 four days out of the week.

“Oh, I’m not back, but thank you.” She couldn’t help but allow her smile to stretch a bit wider.

Before he could reply, his phone alert had gone off and he glanced down at his smart-watch to see what the message was.

⌫ Lavrov 14:03 Today 14:02 𝐏𝟐 - 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘

“Ah, duty calls,” he sighs, “Hey, take care of yourself, yeah?” He wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, and starts heading in the opposite direction she’s in.

“Okay, See you around.” she replies, stepping towards closer towards the elevator before pressing the ‘down’ button. When the elevator doors had finally opened, she inwardly cringed at the sight of the person before her and it did her no justice as her daughter squealed at the sight of him.

“Mr. Stevie!” Grace chirped as she outstretched her arms. Had she not been secured in the stroller, she would have bolted to hug his leg.

“Hey, Gracie,” he smiled gently before meeting Anabelle’s uncomfortable gaze and simply nodding, “Agent Weber.”

Frankly, he was 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 person she wanted to see, given their last conversation ended with high tension. “Level three Parking.” her voice is commanding as she expresses which floor she wants the system to take her, “Good afternoon, Captain,” the words are muttered out courtesy, though there was vexation in her voice and she cast her gaze away from him, trying to focus on the world beyond the glass.

She’d never seen him wearing his stealth suit before and despite still being 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 over their argument, she had to admit, he looked 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 in it. Before the lustful thought could fester, she shakes her head in an attempt to diminish it.

Father, please forgive me for harboring lustful thoughts, in Jesus’ name, I pray, Amen.

“Didn’t know it was ‘bring your kid to work day’— hey kiddo,” The super soldier tilted his head to the side, waving at the girl curiously as he fixed his gaze on her daughter. She was the spitting image of her mother, and he noticed how her cerulean eyes gleamed, very much like her mother’s did when he’d first met her.

He’d never forget that night as it was also the night the girl was born.

“It isn’t.” she spoke with a low voice, keeping her head down to avoid his gaze.

“Well all of H.Q. is talking, now.” A smirk crossed his features more as a means to push her buttons, not out of malicious intent, but a friendly banter.

“Are you going to keep 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 me?”

“Relax,” he chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood, though her hardened gaze diminished his demeanor, “What's with you, Weber?”

“Mommy, look! Mr. Stevie has a star!” Grace, interrupted once again, pointing at Steve’s chest with wonder.

Her eyes fluttered with mild vexation towards her daughter's interjection in the conversation but she still mustered a half-hearted reply, “I know, honey,” she smiles, briefly before following up his question, hazel eyes finally meeting his steeled cerulean gaze, “You filed six weapons checkout logs incorrectly in the last two months, Steve,” she growled, clenching her teeth.

“Didn’t know it was a big deal,” Steve shrugs in reply, leaning against the glass of the structure, keeping his eyes locked on her face, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 her to break her gaze. The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife and she refrained from raising a hand to smack the smug look off of his face. “I thought you were on leave?” He breaks the silence first, becoming agitated with hers as he lost at his own game.

“I am.” His question was not answered without hesitation, her emerald gaze still challenging him defiantly.

“Then why are you here?” he challenged back, seeing how far he could push her. She can feel him shift closer to her to invade her personal space and his breath hits her face when he speaks.

“Why do you 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄?” there is venom in her tone, though her voice is low as to not startle her daughter. She never raised her voice in front of Grace and she wasn’t about to do that today.

“I don’t.” He cocks a brow, letting his gaze lower from her eyes to her nose, and before it could reach her glossed lips, the elevator came to a stop with a ( ding ! ) and the computerized voice to follow— ( level three parking - arrived. ) —and she blinked a few times, before darting out of the elevator with a brisk pace, not caring about the difficulty of holding a briefcase and pushing a stroller simultaneously.

“Ana, wait, I was just—” he started to go after her feeling the sudden need to apologize, but he didn’t want to draw any attention as the corridor was littered with other agents. When the elevator doors closed, he couldn’t stop the heavy sigh that escaped his mouth.

( Destination, Captain Rogers ? )

“Level two Parking,” he replied, curtly as he rubbed his temples with agitation. He remembered when there was a time that they both had a trusting relationship--- even if it were just 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 and he found himself reminiscing on their very first encounter. But those were just 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. He couldn’t afford anyone to know about his infatuation with her. He needed to focus on his mission, and that mission was 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑.

#★ — &. ❝ nomadic ! ❞ ★#&. —— ❝ 002. story mode ! ❞

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Farfalla - Park Jimin

Summary: “I set her free and my farfalla came back to me.”

Word Count: 4,235

Pairing: Park Jimin x Character

Characters In this Chapter: Kim Taehyung, Anabel Anderson

I’ve tried and I don’t know how to be without you.

Oh, yeah... Why’s that?

Because you consume me.

Im on my way..xx

The rain fell down the busy streets of Seoul as I continued to lay down in my bed thinking of what would soon become of me. He never managed to leave my mind, my thoughts. The thought of him had a special control over me, it weakened me.

For the past month I have spent thinking of him and how he decided to just end things. It was crazy, I didn't understand him. Everything he said to me that night didn't make sense to me, it was plain confusion to me. He was so determined and sure of what he spoke, at first I simply thought he must have been drunk for him to speak such nonsense. But I was wrong. Never giving me a chance to speak or defend myself from the names he called me was unforgivable. If he really thought that of me, and would even consider myself capable of doing that he was wrong.

He didn't deserve an explanation, nothing from me, so I left just like he wanted. Leaving him with those final thoughts of me, it was worthless of me to show him wrong when he felt so sure of himself. I was done. I was done with him. The past months I spent with him are now forgotten, nothing but worthless memories that are now in the trash.

Flashback

"C'mon just tell me where were going!" I exclaim sitting un-patiently in the car. This was really starting to annoy me especially looking at the fact that he had also placed a blindfold to cover my eyes.

"No! Its a secret."

"Well can I at least take off the blindfold?"

"Anabel, I already told you that you may take it off when we get there." It was worth a try, right?

"Well are we almost there?"

"Yes, almost." he answered me and took hold of my hand, caressing the side with his thumb. That always made me feel so calm, just the feeling of his touch gave me chills and made me feel safe.

"That means I can take off the blind fold!" I cheered taking the blindfold off of my head but it seems to me that it was still not time yet for me to take it off.

"Anabel it wasn't time yet!" he whined.

"It had to come off any time soon anyway." I defended and turned to my side to look out the window. Immediately I knew we were out of the city and out close to the country side as I saw huge fields.

"Well we are here now." Jimin spoke parking the car of to the side and stepping out of the car to open the door for me. I stepped out and took his hand that was stretched out for me to take, I took it and he guided me to where we would be going.

My attention was set on the beautiful sunset that was seen over the city, as its final rays hit that gave us sunlight. Then Jimin motioned my attention towards a tree where a picnic was prepared under its shade. It was lovely.

Not to forget all the candles that were set around and lights hanged on the tree, giving it a romantic look.

"You did all this?"

"Yeah."

His action made me so happy that he would take time out of his day to do this, he was truly incredible and knew how to make a first date unforgettable.

I looked up at him and smiled, he was just truly amazing for doing all this. I couldn't believe he would go trough all that trouble for me, not even thinking it a second time I kissed him wrapping my arms around his neck.

It took him a while to realize what was going on that once he realized it he started to deepen the kiss and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer to him.

End of flashback

I stood from my bed and walked towards the bathroom, turning on the water from the sink as I watched it fall rapidly. Leaning towards the sink I splashed some water into my face, closing the handle on the sink I took a good luck of my reflection that was on the mirror. I was a complete mess, I couldn't not allow myself to come so low of myself especially for a boy. A tear slowly started to fall down my cheek, quickly I wiped it away and then set both hands resting on the sink as I continued to look at my reflection. Suddenly I felt the urge of more tears threatening to fall, I was not going to let that happen. Turning my back I walked back to my room and headed straight for my closet.

I need to distract myself from all this, pulling out a black lace dress and a pair of black heels from my closet. I quickly set them on my bed and sat on my vanity chair, taking a deep sigh I then started to do my make up and hair. I will not be staying home another night yet alone I will go out and have fun, distract myself from him.

The next morning I woke up with a huge headache, my head was killing me. Guess thats what happens when you have to much to drink, whoops. Slowly sitting up from my bed I turned to look at the clock, it read 10:36 am. It was still to early for me to be up especially with a killer headache, I let myself fall back into bed and just stared at the ceiling. Minutes must have passed by that I never came to realize that I had fallen asleep once again.

My sleep didn't seem to last long as just moments later I was awoken when I received a call, It was my father.

Hello

Anabel! Sweetheart, how are you?

Im good dad, what about you?

Im good as well, I have some great news!

What is it dad?

I have negotiated a deal with a fashion company in Seoul and will be flying up there tomorrow morning.

Thats good news dad!

Yes it is, Im finally going to be able to see you.

Yes and I cant wait. Call me as soon as you get to the airport, I want to be the one to pick you up.

Of course

Well who did you manage to make a deal with?

Oh thats a surprise

Please dad tell me! I start to beg

c'mon tell me dad! Its not fair. You have to tell me.

He laughs You are just going to have to wait till tomorrow to find out.

But I cant wait! don't I at least get a hint

Fine, if it will make you happy then fine you get 1 hint.

Yay I cheered

Well I will say that it is your favorite brand of clothing line

What? No it cant it be! Any other company but that one please. How can this be?! No, there has to be an explanation.

Aren't you exited sweetie?

Uh yeah, sure dad.

Of course I wasn't. Not if it meant my dad working with him. This had to be some weird Karma shit! Yes it had to be. Why is it that of all clothing line companies he just happened to now be co working with Kim Inc.

I have to go and finish my packing. I will see you first thing in the morning, bye now.

Bye Dad.

flashback

The sun rose happily over the city, the sun rays reaching trough my rooms windows signaling it was time for me to wake up. The morning followed my regular morning routine; brush teeth, shower, get dressed and then eat a simple breakfast.

There was not much to do today expect all I knew was that my favorite clothing line was having a sale and I had to be there. I was going to get this cute short length black lace dress I have been having my eyes on now for a while. If all goes well today was going to be a good day.

Once I was finally dressed and had eaten my breakfast I headed down where a taxi was waiting for me. I was so exited to be getting this dress, it was a limited edition and I was not going to miss this chance to finally have it. I swear if a crazy bitch tries to get it out of my hands I will rip her head off! In just a few minutes we had arrived at the mall and I quickly rushed out of the taxi forgetting to pay the taxi driver. Rushing back I paid him and then continued my way to the store, this brand was really big here in Seoul as well as all around the world. This clothing line was known as Kim Inc.

And it is my favorite clothing brand.

When I arrived at the store there were already a couple of girls waiting outside the store ready to go in and make a rush to gather the clothing they wanted. I tried making my way to the front but it was no use these girls were animals, pushing me back to my spot in the back. I decided to give up, besides the real fight was not out here but inside the store.

A hour had past by and more girls had gathered right behind me, suddenly a faint voice was heard. I turned to where the commotion was coming from and saw a nervous shy girl making her way to the front of the store. She must be the worker who is going to open up. As soon as she reached the front she tried to get the crowd to calm down and give her some space to open the door,but it wasn't working.

Struggling to open the door she finally did manage to open it and as soon as she did all the girls suddenly rushed trough knocking the poor girl down to her feet. I knew I should too rush in to get myself the dress before they were all out, but I could not leave the poor girl to get stepped on. I extended my hand out for her to reach and she nervously smiled at me and took it.

"Thank you." she said to me and retrieved her hand back scrubbing the dirt off of her skirt. She seemed rather a bit of a shy girl, her hair was put up in a nice but with loose blond strands that framed her nice slim face.

"Those girls sure are crazy right?" I smiled at her, taking a look inside of the store as two girls fought over a pair of heels. She chuckled "You bet! Maybe they are related go Taz." I laughed at her comparison agreeing with her, but hey that would be me too if I hadn't stopped to help her.

"Well you better get in there if you want to get something." she instructed me and I did as she said and ran into the store where my dress awaited me. Once I caught sight of the section the dress was in I quickly smiled in relieve as to see there was still a dress left.

I took hold of the dress and checked the tag to see the dress size and to my luck it was my size, I sigh in relieve and once I was relaxed enough another grip took hold of the dress and started to pull in the opposite direction. Quickly I kept a tight grip on my dress and pulled it back towards my chest.

"Excuse me, I had this first." I tell the person that is on the other side of the rack pulling on my dress trying to get it out of my hands. Though they didn't seem to care they continued to pull on my dress and ignore the fact that I had just spoken.

"Hey! I had this dress first. Back off!" I shouted a bit louder starting to get angry, I am not going to loose this dress. it will go home with me even if it means I have to tackle this person to the ground.

"Why don't you just back down sweatie there no chance of you getting this dress." the person spat at me, still holding onto the dress I walked over to the side they were on to come to face with them. There stood a tall blond girl, she was rather pretty not ugly at all.

"Excuse me, why don't you shut that mouth of yours and get your hands off my dress." I told her raising my voice and pulled the dress more in my direction. The blondie then had a shocked expression all over her face with her mouth sprung open.

"Trust me Im sure we can both agree this dress will look better on me." was her remark back towards me, I was not going to let her talk to me like this. I pushed her off with my right hand as she fell to the ground and let go of her grip on the dress. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at her then turning my back on her and started to walk towards the cash register.

It seemed she too was not going to let this go that she leaped onto me knocking me off my feet falling to the ground with her over my back trying to get the dress off my hands. Turning on my back she fell off of me and I started to get on my feet but she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to the ground. Soon enough we were going at each other fighting over the dress that even a crowd had started to form around us.

Well I hope they enjoy the show Im about to put on for them, because this is something I am going to enjoy doing.

A few minutes had past and this stranger and me were still going at it fighting over the dress, though soon enough as we were pulling it back and forth from each other I noticed it had a stain.

Bummer.

Noticing I decided to give up, there was no way I was going to get that stain off so I might as well let her have it.

"Fine you can keep it."

"Thats what I thought, they always give up going up against me." she bragged feeling so powerful and the decision I had just made.

"Whatever." were my final words to her and I walked off to look at another section. Stupid her to have not noticed the stain.

Currently in the shoe aisle I found a cute pair of black heels that I liked and was planning on getting them. Putting them back in the box I stood from my seat and walked over to the cashier, where miss bitch had just finished paying for the dress.

Looking at me with a pitiful look she said these final words to me "Better look next time" letting out a laugh at the end as she took her sassy ass out of the store.

"Ugh what a bitch" I murdered to myself and walked up to the register, it seemed I must have not whispered it soft enough to myself that the girl from earlier overheard me.

"Tell me about it."

"Girls like her get off my dam nervous." I complained setting the heels on the counter.

"I totally agree with you." taking the heels and scanning the box she turned to look at me and asked if this was all I would be buying. I nodded my head in response.

"Im Anabel." I introduced myself with a smile on my face, she smiled back and introduced herself "Im Amanda."

"Nice to meet you."

"Are you sure this is all you are getting I mean we are having a sale?" Amanda asked placing the box of heels in a bag.

"Yes, Im sure. I was planning on getting a dress but they were all out, and the last one that was left I had to fight for it. But unfortunately there was a stain on it so I gave it up." I explained to her.

"Im sorry, I wish there was a way I could make it up to you. It all my fault, you would have gotten your dress if it wasn't for you helping me."

"No its fine, I couldn't just leave those girls to run all over you." I told her and suddenly her face brighten up with joy as her stare looked over towards the entrance.

I turned to look towards the direction she was looking at and spotted a tall handsome man wearing a black suit.

Amanda quickly walked around the counter and towards the man who was walking in her direction, could it be her boyfriend?

As soon as he was in front of us both I caught a better glimpse of him and I could see how perfect his brown eyes reflected in the light. I wanted to run my fingers trough his long brown hair and feel his soft looking pink lips against mine.

Gosh Anabel! What are you thinking?! You don't even know this man.

"Taehyung." Amanda called him, that must be his name. He frowned "Ms.Collins I have told you to address me as Mr.Kim when at work." he reminded her.

Wait? What?! Did he say Mr.Kim as in Mr.Kim the owner of Kim Inc?! It cant be!

"Yeah whatever. Listen I have a huge favor to ask of you." she grinned, he only gave her a curious look as to why the sudden urge for this favor.

"Depends on what it is."

"This here is Anabel." she began to say stretching her hand out directing his attention to me, I nervously smiled and did an awkward wave.

"She helped me this morning when I opened the store and the girls had knocked me down, anyway it was my fault she was not able to get what she came for. I was hoping maybe you could take her down to the main building and have her pick out anything she likes as a thank you." she finished explaining to him.

"Amanda I-"

"C'mon! Please" she begged "You owe me one and this is how I want you to pay me back."

"Fine."

"Yay." Amanda cheered jumping up and down with happiness. I was unsure of what had just happened so I kept silent and waited to see what would occur next.

"Perfect, now Anebel if you could please go with Mr.Kim he will take you to the main building where you will be able to pick anything of your liking." she instructed me explaining what was going to happen.

Im not so sure I want to go, I mean I just met this girl and she seemed really sweet and all but to make me leave with a stranger. Yeah no thank you.

"Uh.."

"Oh and don't worry about the shoes those are on me. Bye! Now off you go you two!." Amanda took her hands and gave me and Harry a small push towards the doors.

Mr.Kim turned to look at me and spoke with a deep raspy voice "Ladies first." and guided me out the store doors and out to the car.

The car ride with Mr.Kim had been mostly quiet, I was not so sure as to what to say since Amanda had just tossed me onto his care. It was just so sudden, neither one of us was expecting this to happen. None of us had spoken since we had gotten into the car, this was completely awkward for me I was not sure whether I should say something or keep quiet.

I spoke up.

"You don't have to do this you know" I told him a bit shyly afraid as to what he might say.

"Its fine" he answered me, not making any eye contact what so ever.

Soon we had arrived, the driver parked the car in front of a building then stepping out to open the car door for us. As it was my turn to step out of the car I noticed Mr.Kim extend his hand out for me to hold. Our eyes made eye contact which made me nervous just to have his eyes focused on me, unaware of what was going on trough his ind at the moment.

Lost in my thoughts I must have not been paying very much attention that when I stepped out i lost complete balance of my body causing me to fall forward. Trying to catch my fall I grabbed the first thing that came to my reach; Mr.Kim’s hand. Taking a firm hold he then took me from my waist and helped me regain my balance, his touch sending chills across my body.

Once I was standing nice and tall there he was standing there still looking down on me , his eyes staring straight at me. This time I looked back up at him, staring into his beautiful brown eyes trying to find a signal that could help me tell what he was thinking. Though I did not figure it out, he but only cleared his throat and I closed my eyes looking down as to our hands were still in hold.

Quickly I let go of his hand and snapped into reality as to what was going on. What just happened? Did I seriously just almost fall in front the famous Mr.Kim. Ugh only you Anabel would make a fool of yourself.

"Thank you" I said to him.

"You are welcome" he answered me "Next time watch your step" I nodded in agreement. Turning on his feet he started making his way inside the building, I followed quickly behind. The doors opened as soon as we were in reach revealing a very luxurious first floor.

I looked around as I followed Mr.Kim, there was a very nice lobby off to the side and a cafeteria just to the left. Further up ahead was a desk where one was able to ask for information I suppose. The lighting here was very nice, the building seem to have been decorated with much white, grey and black. The walls were of glass I suppose, I was a bit confused seeing as how we were able to look out into the street but once outside. You could not see what was going on inside the building.

Mr. Kim than came to a complete stop and pressed a button on one of the elevators. He stepped in and I followed right after him, the small trip up was rather awkward with the elevator music playing. Once we reached the 7th floor and the doors opened a floor full of clothes was revealed. There were clothes on every corner, shoes, handbags etc it was like a giant closet.

He turned to look at me and spoke "Which dress were you interested in?"

"Um well its a black dress consisting of a body whose top is a silk chiffon corset, black lace and a transparent skirt below." He only nodded and started walking again, confused I quickly started to follow him.

He came to a stop where there was a large rack of black clothes, and started to look trough it.

"Here" he said and placed the black dress in my hands. I smiled at the sight of the dress as I was finally able to get my hands on it.

"Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it, Im only doing this because Amanda asked."

Hmm it seems that maybe Mr.Kim has a crush on Amanda, or wait could they be dating each other? As far as I know he is single.

"How about you try it on?" He suggested, I nodded and smiled at him.

"Um but where do I try it on?"

"Follow me."

He guided me to the back of the room where there were 5 dressing rooms, I walked into the first one that had the curtain opened meaning it was available. Quickly I got undressed and tried on the dress. It was beautiful, I could not believe I finally owned this dress after 4 long months of trying it was finally mine.

"Did it fit well?" Mr.Kim asked from the other side of the curtain.

"Yes" I answered.

"Well lets see it then."

Wait what? Does he really want to see how this dress looks on me? I have to admit I would feel a bit embarrassed if he does not like how his dress looks on me.

"Uh okay." I stepped out of the dressing room and stood nice and tall for him to see me in the dress.

End of flashback

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foxcroft-rpg-blog · 8 years ago

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Congratulations, Grace! I think what I enjoyed most about your application was how you talked about Summer wanting to help the investigation, but not wanting to involve herself. She’s helpful, but she knows what would happen if she got involved. “A girl from the swamp? Has to be involved in how it all went down right?” That’s what would happen, and I think you captured that perfectly.

Thanks again for applying! Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the masterlist as soon as you can. Welcome to Foxcroft!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Grace

Age: 19

Preferred pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: GMT+1

Activity: I have uni several times during the week, and work weekend days, but I have more than enough time to keep consistent and passionate about this group.

Anything else?: (questions, concerns, etc.)

IN CHARACTER

Fullname: Summer Anabel Hartley

Date of birth: April 3rd 1993 – Aries (A strong, ironically fire, sign with an immense need to be there for, and protect others. There isn’t anything Summer wouldn’t do for the little family she has left, and the family she’s made for herself)

How long have they been in Foxcroft:

Her entire life. Always on the outside looking in, Summer never particularly felt tied to the town itself. The edges of town, the swamplands, were always more of a comfort to her than her well-worn route around Foxcroft ever could be. Though that never stopped her from trying to involve herself in the town as much as she felt she needed to. The need to shed the thin film the swamp left on her skin, to expel the murky water floating in her lungs, was immense. There’s no strong desire to stay in Foxcroft at first, yet with so many ties it seems impossible to her that she’ll ever be anywhere but here. Its been an uphill climb to come to terms with the fact she might not be in as much of a rush to leave as she once thought. With her job at the bakery being steady enough to support herself, and the fact she was finally a member of the community that wasnt disregard because of her upbringing at first meeting…its a sense of belonging that she struggles to keep her tied down.

Sexuality: Lesbian. Soft hands and even softer lips, painted nails and beautiful long hair between her fingers. Growing up around people who were so unashamedly themselves, it was impossible to ever see something as important to her as this as anything other than something to be loved. Her grandmother was always so supportive, even when the church wasn’t as so. It was hard enough to be ‘that swamp girl’ to have another brand on her skin in the whispers and glances at her hurt, but it didnt damage her faith, nor did it damper how important this part of herself was to Summer. Although she tries to keep a reign on it, Her heart is spread across the state; with the girl on the journey into the city, with her red lips and loud music, the blonde in the park who was like sunshine personified, laughing so carefree and lovely.

FC change: N/A

How do you interpret this character’s personality? How will you portray them? Include two weaknesses and two strengths. (2+ paragraphs)

With a childhood a bright as the sun on the murky water during the summer, and a love that kept her warm on the less bright days. Summer struggles with her contrasting opinions on how she grew up. On one hand it was perfect, a grandmother who adored her, a routine that she was comfortable in, and a best friend who knew exactly how it felt to be an outsider like her. Alternatively, the swamps were the barrier between her and being more accepted now. The tree roots and branches like cages, and the water the measure of distance between her life and what could have been. She grew up swimming in the deep water, playing childish games with someone who she thought would be there forever. There were days were it felt like a summer holiday that never ended, and other times she would wonder what would have came of her life if only a few aspects changed. She may have grown in that environment but she’s the person she is today through visits into the town and the city, finding herself more FREE when she had space to extend her arms and breathe in deep without worrying about accidentally inhaling a bug.

Summer is a polarising presence in Foxcroft. With her wide smile and gentle voice, to some she is more than the titles the rest brand on her. She’s HELPFUL to a fault, always going out of her way to help anyone in need from the smallest of actions to being there to listen if anyone needs it. More than once she’s been sat on the front step of the bakery listening to peoples stories and giving her strong if a bit unconfident advice for their situation. The rest in town have a strong opinion against her, these are usually the church folk that held her up bringing or her feelings against her. To them she is HESITANT and NAIVE, her desire to blend in with the rest of the community and distance herself from the swamp an ill thought through attempt on ridding a part of herself that will never go away.

Living out of the Swamp she feels both so far from home and more comfortable than she ever thought. Her days are spent in varied locations, most often in places where the sun will gaze down on her while she writes, a passion she has never truly acted on but a comforting one none the less. Her nights are just as calming, the customers few and far between at work provide her with a chance to use that blinding smile as she hands over their order, charm that little bit strained if the customer was one of the mix of other townsfolk that rejected everything she was and everything she was trying to get away from. The radio is a comforting presence when the shop is quiet, rarely ever turned off her favourite channel.

Its rare for this carefully crafted routine to ever hit a bump in the road but when it does the emotions she tries to keep deeper emerge. ANGER winds around her veins tight and constricting when she catches glimpses of the bruises littering Cassidy’s body, her nails dig present moons into her palms as her hands clench into fists when the other girl defends a boyfriend that Summer would rather see gone. She may be as CHILL as an easy breezy /summers/ day but there are a few members of town, Jack included, that feel the heat when she turns her TEMPER on them. A tempter borne of frustration at not being able to do more. More. Something she’s always wanted.

How did this character react to the death of Hazel Abrams? Adam Foxcroft? (1+ paragraphs)

They were just names to Summer before their deaths, she couldn’t even describe what they looked like never mind who they were as people. This all changed when Adam’s death occurred and Summer put the pieces together in her mind. Willa Porter was no angel, not in Summers mind, but could she be a killer like that? She wouldn’t have said yes, she wouldn’t say that anyone in this town could be a killer like that.However the memory of Willa, as angry as she was that day would replay through her mind, stuttering and jumping like a broken record. Her silence about what she had seen wasn’t helping any aspect of this situation, but she couldn’t ostracise herself by entering her name in the equation…The anonymous email seemed like the best course of action, even if it was bit vague, it would start events and investigations…but she was out of it and safe..she hoped

How do they see the town and its people? Think about the different groups of people and prejudices the town holds about them. (1+ paragraphs)

She has no false ideals about this town. She knows that she is both liked by some and aggressively ignored or wished to be ignored by others. It was never going to be simple for a girl who walked out of Swamps with her head held high even if her hands did shake. She would love to see the good in people, have her faith as a guide like Cassidy, but her faith has been steady but never entirely the strongest part of herself. She knows that people have far too much dark in them for that anyway. She would love to see herself not treated like an outcast anymore but to those who have never experienced what it was like to be on the outside looking in, she knows that will never happen. To those who do understand how that feels, she feels some kind of kinship with.

For non-human characters: What does this character know about what they’ve become? Have they had any experiences that made them aware that weren’t exactly human? Elaborate. (2+ paragraphs)

Theres a comfort in the water. Its temperature surrounding her, the feeling of it always moving around her, how weightless she feels when submerged that has always been there since childhood. As of lately, however, that comfort, the sense of at home, she feels in the water has seemed stronger. But she’s written this off as that she doesn’t go there as much anymore, and that the distance has somehow made the whole experience that bit fonder. Its not something she’s thought in depth about, nor a topic that comes up day to day, so it’s been shoved under the carpet of other thoughts for the most part. The sense of strength in and around herself that she’s been feeling lately, has been chalked up to life steadily falling into place with her.

For someone so interested in figuring out details she has been blind to the fact that this strength has only came around since the murders. That ever since those events shook Foxcroft and its residents she’s felt the pull of the water so much harder than before. To everyone else she seems like she’s almost glowing, big smile that much brighter, and attitude that much more positive.

Please include 1-2 possible plots your see for this character (1 paragraph brief explanation for each)

Plots entering around her life as it is right now, i think would be important to focus on. Resolving the tensions and struggles in her otherwise semi-content life. Issues such as her ever growing feelings for Cassidy and the point on stress that is Jack. I want her to really let her feelings known, that every day its getting harder and harder to watch her best friend act so in love over a man who summer feels is just causing her harm over and over again. She has so few people she holds this dear that it breaks her heart to see Cassidy hurt.

Since she’s tied to the main plot but only behind an anonymous email i think it will be interesting to see how she watches and learns about the investigation, about suspects and what not while still remaining anonymous and trying to keep herself out of the situations. I think she would struggle with a bit of guilt that she didnt elaborate on what she meant in her email, and that she knows information that might possibly help everything out, but she would also worry that perhaps what she saw wasnt the truth and that she could have made all of this more complicated and worse for everyone involved. The murders themselves are something she’s taken an interest in since witnessing Willa, her interest in it might push her further involved,the last place she wants to be.

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There are two options here, and you only need to complete one.

Option #1: stormtorn.tumblr.com/samplesyo

EXTRA [THIS SECTION WILL NOT INFLUENCE ACCEPTANCE]

How would you feel about this character dying?: I understand that plots can change and evolve and grow and as such certain characters must change with it. I love Summer already but I would understand if she had to die to further plots.

Why did you choose this character?: I usually go for the more bad boy character, the boy whos always in the spotlight for all wrong reaons. So the misunderstood loner is a trope I’ve had experience with before but Summer is so much more than misunderstood and she tries so hard to be surrounded by love that by no stretch of the imagination is she a loner. I would love to get the chance to play through her struggle to understand what she wants out of life, and see if she gets the girl so to speak.

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How did you find us?: (Someone reblogged an ad and I thought this place looked really interesting so I investigated and fell in love.

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justcallmebeau-blog · 8 years ago

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Para || Birthday Dinner

WHO: Beau & @anabellebeauregard WHEN: 2/27/2017 WHERE: Empty classroom WHAT: In lieu of going hiking for Beau’s birthday since the snow storm made it difficult, Anabelle and Beau have an indoor picnic in an empty classroom that quickly goes very, very wrong.

Belle: "I can't say it enough that I'm over the snow. It's on my list, for screwing up the surprise." Belle laid out the checkered blanket on the floor of the old storage room, surrounded by painted set pieces. It wasn't a ton of space but it suited their purposes, and being around so many brightly painted trees was almost kind of the same as a hike. "I'll make it up to you though. As soon as it's Spring, we'll go on the awful 10 mile hike up the mountain or something." She set the honest-to-goodness picnic basket down on the blanket and sat beside it, pulling Beau down with her and kissing him quickly with a smile. "I made sandwiches. Because I didn't want to kill you."

Beau snorted as he stretched out beside her, squeezing her hand as she backed away from a barely-there kiss. "Yeah, being stranded indoors wasn't my favorite thing, and Martin left Saturday night so I was out of company but didn't want to risk the roads myself," he grumbled, a little irritated himself even though the weekend had still been fun. "You say awful, but we'll find someplace to skinny dip or a spot where we've got to stop and create and it'll make it all worth it." Beau's teasing was such an easy thing, almost as easy as the way he curled up against her. "Yeah, that'd have made an awful birthday present. Honestly? This might be more fun than hiking. View's still beautiful."

Belle: Laying down with him after retrieving sandwiches, wine, and plastic cups from the basket, Belle smiled as she settled down with him. They hadn't had much time between classes since valentines day, other than the previous week's marathon napping session, and so much had happened that Belle felt like it had been a year since they'd really talked. "I have to agree. You're better than a waterfall," she said, punctuation the cheesy line with a grin and another kiss, this one lingering a second longer. "Skinny dipping sounds amazing. Cold, though. You sure your manhood can handle shriveling up in a cold mountain spring?"

Beau was so tired. How had the snow drained him so much? Maybe it was being holed away somewhere that wasn't his studio that had drained him of his energy, but he'd perked up pretty quickly at seeing Belle. "You're better than the cityscape," he agreed, nodding firmly and tucking her tighter against his side, grinning against her lips and brushing her hair back with both hands. "You think my manhood would be affected? No, I know I'm not immune, but my manhood is firmly in place. Several times over." The wine had caught his eye, but he was waiting for her before going for any. "How have you been, sweetheart? Been a while since we've gotten to talk."

Belle: "I think even your illustrious manhood might take a hit or two by dunking it in freezing water. You know most of the rivers up there are snow runoff, right?" Laughing at the thought of him trying to skinny dip like that. Without a doubt she'd follow him into it in solidarity but she wouldnt like it. "I've been good. Better than a couple of weeks ago." It had been long enough since things went pear-shaped that she didn't feel as weird talking to him about it, brushing the tips of their noses together. "Things were - are - weird with Martin. I think I...I don't know, I think I got close and made things weird for him, maybe? It's fine, I'm fine, that was just why I was a little weird the other week, I guess."

Beau "You know skinnydipping in ice cold water was a routine part of my childhood, right? My manhood might've shrunk, but only literally," he said with a smirk, stretching out his legs in front of him. "Even did it in front of a few girls I liked, and a few guys but they sympathized a little more." His hands went naturally down to her waist and he nuzzled into Belle, keeping her close when the conversation turned serious. "Maybe? Don't let it get to you too much, sweet cheeks, I know he's an awesome guy but you're an awesome lady and you know it. Not everyone meshes together and all you can do is move on from it."

Belle: "It's been a while since you were a child, and I happen to know that you love a warm beach with a sea that feels like bathwater." The simple way Beau said it, that not everyone meshes, made her feel more comfortable about the whole thing than she had all month. She nuzzled him back, pressing her face against his neck and smiling. "I know and I'm working on it. The moving on part, anyway. Not in a dark corner with my photography professor, this time. Although, arguably, an abandoned storage room is a little bit more tempting," she laughed, kissing the spot just below his jaw before sitting up to distribute wine. It felt like a conversation that deserved wine. She poured some in one of the little plastic cups, handing it to him before pouring her own. "Ham and cheese, tuna salad, or brie and salmon?”

Beau sprawled out alongside Belle, enjoying the way they always managed to fit together like they'd not had any time apart. It was one of the best parts of their friendship in his opinion that no matter how long they went without seeing each other it always felt easy. "There's very little better than being able to almost burn your ass on a too-hot beach," he said solemnly, smile popping through. "If we didn't have to risk someone busting in I'd tell you temptation was futile, but there don't seem to be a lot of safe spaces on campus." The way his stomach was growling proved her choices wonderful, though he was amused that brie and salmon were alongside the others. "Ham and cheese? I'll be happy to help you set up. Whatever you need, darling."

Belle: His smile made her smile, she couldn't help it. It had always been that way, even when she'd catch the rare glimpse of a promotional photo of him where he was giving one of his trademark grins to the camera. "Pretty sure this door has a lock on it. Who would think twice about a locked storage room during a snowstorm?" She pulls the sandwiches from the basket, placing them on napkins. It certainly wasn't up to Mal's standards, but she figured the effort counted when she actually made them herself instead of buying or begging the food off of someone else. "All I need is for you to sit there and look gorgeous. Mission accomplished." Handing him his sandwich half she leaned down to steal another kiss. Guilt twisted in her stomach. She wasn't used to lying to him and, no matter how she rationalized it, it felt like a lie not to be completely honest with him. She sat up and cleared her throat, trying to appear nonchalant. "Mal and I have been spending a lot of time together since Valentine's day. I guess things sort of blew up with him and the girl he was seeing."

Beau 's grin only got wider at the way Belle managed to find a way to allow things. To put logic behind their more impulsive of thoughts. "You're sounding more like me by the day, love, though I'm having to behave by the rules more and more lately." It was a spread he wasn't used to having unless he was around one of the culinary students - or teachers - and to say that he was proud would have been an understatement. Especially knowing where Belle's skills had been not even six months ago. "Says the woman who could make a Greek god bow down to his knees," Beau said smoothly, not even needing his trademark smirk when he had genuine words to spread in front of him. The kisses soothed the strangeness that had been surrounding him recently... just to have it kicked back up and rising in his throat at Belle's words. "What do you mean when you say you've been seeing a lot of each other? Sexually? Romantically? Or do you just want to warn me you're officially friends with the second closest thing I have to an ex?"

Belle: The comfort she'd been starting to feel was immediately brought to a halt as he got defensive over her words. Anxiety curled in her stomach and she did her best to ignore it. "Sexually, I guess would be the qualifier, but we've been friends since before that." One of her hands pushed back through her hair, drawing the long tresses over one shoulder. She wasn't sure what else to do with them besides go back to holding him, maybe try to rewind the conversation two minutes and start over. "We're not telling anyone about it, but I asked if I could tell you, since...Well." Belle tipped her little plastic cup back and drank down the wine in it. This was more difficult than she'd even imagined it would be, when she'd stupidly been thinking that there was nothing that could come between her and Beau, except apparently herself. "I'm sorry. I don't know what he means to you but he means something and it bothered you when...when you thought it happened but it didn't, and then I slept with him anyway. I can't...I'm not making excuses here. I'm just sorry."

Beau felt his stomach curl up even more and it took everything Beau had not to leave right then and there, though his discomfort and frustration turned quickly to anger the more Belle talked. "I don't give two fucks about who you're friends with, Belle. You know that." The pause was almost tangible, and it took him a moment to compose his thoughts. "That makes it worse, Anabelle. You knew. You fucking knew and didn't care enough to think that through before doing it. You know I don't care who you sleep with, not normally, but if I knew you were emotionally compromised over someone I would fucking never sleep with them because that breaks every fucking code in every fucking book in every fucking country." He took another deep breath, not sure how to feel. It felt ridiculous to be so upset over this, especially since Beau had no intention of doing anything with any buried.... anything, but he was hurt. It had nothing to do with Mal and everything to do with Belle. "Yeah, I've got to go. Thanks for the food. Enjoy fucking Mal. Don't worry, I'm done with all of it. I’m too old for this shit." With that he grabbed his bag and with a quick look walked out the door.

#miaapara #Para: birthday dinner

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anabellestricker · 6 years ago

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Lil’ Christmas

It had been only a few months...something like 8 since she had moved to the small city. The first few months were hard. Trying to make friends. Since Sebastian had taken her out for drinks it had become a rather regular occurrence. Drinks after work. Karaoke between friends. That formed grading at her kitchen counter over glasses of wine. Which formed into book exchanges and meet ups.

Now he was going to be here any minute for a small gift exchange and for Anabelle the lines began blurring. She became comfortable in this routine they have developed. And she couldn’t help but overplay nights that she had woken up with a blanket on her and a cleaned kitchen with no sign of her teacher counterpart after. Or waking up sleeping on his lap formulating a babble of apologies that were met with sincere smiles.

When the doorbell rang she almost jumped from her bathroom mirror. She didn’t know why she felt the need to try to look...appealing to the man. They were going to sit in and watch a Christmas movie. Drinking some better wine that came in through the liquor store. Give each other gifts. Hers being one she spent far too long muddling over. “Uh the doors unlocked” she yelled from the bathroom fixing a final strand of hair that was out of place.

Seeing him in her hallway wearing the ugly sweater they joked he wouldn’t wear ever again she only felt silly being dressed in a knitted sweater. “It’s hideous...I love it” she said pointing to the gross top. His smile just melted her heart. “Well I thought you’d get a kick” he explained walking in further with a cheesy wrapped present in hand. Looking at it she gave him a finger up. “We should do those right away! I’m excited” she said leaving the room and coming back with a similar cheesy wrapping.

Sitting next to him on the couch they swapped boxes. His being smaller than hers. A little heavier. The one she gave him in an obvious box from a clothing store. They opened theirs at the same time and as soon as he unboxed his she was beginning to apologize “I know that we were going to keep it rather simple but I couldn’t not feel bad about that shirt I ruined...I know it was your favorite and red wine stains are tricky” she said as he pulled out a beautifully tailored dress shirt. Hers wasn’t out yet before he gave her a hug. “I told you I didn’t care about the shirt...but this is really nice. I don’t think my gift will live up to this, but thanks Ana” he said her name now and it always felt good when he did. No more teacher titles unless they were joking. Ana gave him a small smile before pulling out a clear mug. Upon further inspection there was an engraving for the chemical make up of coffee and her name engraved in a cursive lettering underneath. Anabelle Stricker.

It didn’t occur to her she teared up a little when she saw it because it only looked like he was freaking out. “Ana I know it isn’t fancy, I’m really sorry if it isn’t what you wanted. I knew I should have gotten something a bit more...lavish but-” she began speaking midway through his sentence. “No, this is just really thoughtful. I love it” she said pulling him into a hug that lasted longer than it really should have.

An awkward breakaway with subtle smiles she stood up. Walking over to the kitchen with the mug he gave her she poured the expensive wine into it, pulling another mug from the cupboard - the one he always used when over - filling it with wine as well. “Okay, so...movie time”

#DRABBLES #merry late christmas

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fashioneditswebsite · 10 months ago

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Is hard water affecting your hair and skin? What to do about it

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The Complete Guide To Every Type Of Men’s Hair Product

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The Complete Guide To Every Type Of Men’s Hair Product

There was a time when hair care for men involved little more than a quick suds-up with some Head & Shoulders, a furious towel dry and, on special occasions, a slather of Dax or Brylcreem – you know, if you were feeling fancy.

Now though, with freeze-hold gels, matte clays and volumising sprays crowding our bathroom cabinets, the idea that we ever enjoyed such a quaintly minimalist routine is laughable. Hilarious even, considering the fact that, according to Mintel, the men’s hair care market is expected to reach £94m in value by 2020, and that’s just the UK.

For better or worse (let’s be honest: better, we all look much better), as men’s interest in their appearance has grown, so too has the number of brands and products promising to make our locks look their best. Which is, great for the most part – who wouldn’t want a wider selection of tools to get the job done? But it’s also pretty overwhelming. Buy into every new miracle-touting men’s hair product and your daily routine suddenly gets a) very expensive and b) so Patrick Bateman-esque in its time-consuming complexity that only he could justify following it fastidiously.

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On the other hand, know the foods which are more foe than friend when it comes to hair health. “If you struggle with a scalp that is flaky and/or itchy, be aware that full-fat dairy products, as well as white wine, Champagne and very spicy or sugary foods can exacerbate the issue,” says Kingsley. “Trigger foods aren’t the same for everyone though, so I suggest working out what yours are by process of elimination.”

Vitamins-wise, get to know ferritin, a stored iron, which Kingsley says helps produce hair cell protein. “Eat iron-rich foods at least twice a week; although the best sources are red meat such as steak and liver, an iron supplement can also help if you’re iron- or ferritin-deficient.”

You’ll also want to take your hair for a walk. Regular exercise not only helps boost circulation to the hair and scalp (ensuring your hair gets all the nutrients it needs to thrive), but also reduces stress, which if left unchecked can lead to brittle hair or, in serious cases, hair loss. You may want to lose the cap, too: though damaging in excess, a little regular exposure to sunlight helps promote vitamin D production, which in turn helps sustain hair growth. A little, mind.

Shampoo

She might’ve lied about Santa – and the fact that you were never fat (just big-boned) – but your mother wasn’t having you on when she stressed the importance of washing your hair with shampoo.

Shampooing is essential. Not only does the process of washing your hair with shampoo remove dirt and debris that collects on your scalp, but shampoo itself emulsifies excess sebum (an oil produced naturally by the skin) and product residue, leaving your hair fresh and free of gross microfauna.

What’s not essential though, is shampooing your hair every day. In fact, ‘pooing on the daily could actually strip your hair of some of the natural oil it needs to keep it healthy. So, unless you exercise and sweat excessively daily, have fine, oily hair or live in a very humid climate, then you should shampoo less often.

How often? That’s still up for debate, but as a general rule a few times a week should suffice. “Generally, it’s advisable to wash hair twice a week, or every second day if your hair and scalp are prone to oil build-up,” says Nick Campbell, barber at Ruffians, an award-winning barbershop with branches in London and Edinburgh. “On days you don’t shampoo, rinsing your hair with warm water can help remove salts and residue from any water-soluble styling products.” It won’t however remove excess sebum, so if you’re prone to dandruff, you should err towards shampooing more often.

As for technique, Campbell recommends wetting your hair thoroughly first. Then squirt a coin-sized dollop (more if your hair is longer than a couple of inches) into your palm, rub your hands together and massage gently, but thoroughly through your scalp and roots for 30 seconds or so before rinsing completely.

Conditioner

Would you wash your face without applying moisturiser afterwards? No, of course you wouldn’t. That’d be ridiculous. Much like moisturiser restores all-important moisture to skin, so too a conditioner restores to your scalp the moisture a shampoo strips away.

“Conditioner smoothens your hair while adding shine and reducing static,” says trichologist Anabel Kingsley. Although often considered the preserve of those with long hair, the hair-softening, frizz-preventing benefits of conditioner can be reaped by all men, no matter their hair length and type.

But what’s the best way to go about it? “You should aim to condition your hair every time you wash it with shampoo,” says Kingsley. “Once you’ve rinsed your hair thoroughly of shampoo, smoothen a coin-sized amount of conditioner through your hair, making sure to apply to your mid-lengths and ends only as this is where moisture is needed most, but also, rubbing conditioner into your roots can have an adverse effect of leaving hair looking flat and greasy.”

For men with particularly dry and/or coarse hair, leave-in conditioners (i.e. conditioners you don’t wash out) are also worth a look. “Leave-in conditioners not only add moisture to hair, but they can be used as a styling aid too,” says Mark Maciver, AKA Slider Cuts, a London-based barber whose clients include Anthony Joshua and Stormzy. “This is especially useful when trying to achieve curlier styles with afro hair as the softer the hair is, the more easily it curls.”

What To Look Out For

According to Campbell, there are a few ingredients you should try to avoid if you have a sensitive scalp or hair that’s prone to damage:

Sulphates (or Sulfates). Commonly used as foaming agents in cosmetics, sulphates – of which the most frequently used is sodium lauryl sulphate – have been shown to irritate and excessively dry the scalp. Although officially classed as ‘low hazard’, it’s best to avoid sulfates if your skin is on the sensitive side.

Parabens. A class of preservatives often used in cosmetics, parabens are used to extend a product’s shelf life. While there’s no conclusive research to show that they’re dangerous, some studies suggest parabens can interfere with the body’s endocrine, or hormonal system, as well as increase the sensitivity of your skin.

Silicones. Ending in ‘cone’ (eg dimethicone) and ‘siloxane’ (trisiloxane), silicones are used in products to coat hair in a waterproof film that makes it appear shiny and feel silky. However, if used regularly, silicone-based products can lead to a build-up of silicone which has the adverse effect of preventing conditioner from penetrating the hair shaft.

Adam Gore, founder of, and chief groomer at Birmingham barbershop Barberology also recommends steering clear of oil-based conditioners, “which don’t work well on men’s hair as they tend to weigh it down and make it harder to style.”

Remember to always read the label, too. Since not everyone’s definition of “natural” or “organic” is the same, so too not every natural, organic shampoo is entirely free from potentially irritating and/or harmful ingredients.

Hairstyling

Now that we’ve covered the basics of building a solid foundation for healthy hair, it’s time to talk about how to make the most of it.

But first, some hairstyling housekeeping:

Less is more. As one old Brylcreem advert put it: ‘Just a little dab’ll do ya’. That is to say that, while you can always add more product, you can’t take excess away, short of, you know, washing your hair and starting all over again. This applies to all styling products, no matter how light and soluble they are. Use only enough to get your hair where you want it to go.

Take a break. While styling products are great for achieving looks you couldn’t otherwise achieve, overuse can actually negatively affect the condition of your hair. “Give your hair rest days when possible,” says barber Nick Campbell. “If you wash, dry and use styling product on your hair daily, you should aim to give your hair one or two days rest per week so that it has a chance to ‘breathe’ free from products.”

The Best Hairstyling Products

Pomade

Essential for slick, high-shine hairstyles that require cement-level hold, pomade is a thick, viscous product perfect for creating quiffs, pompadours and sharp, and Don Draper-esque side partings.

Pomades can be split into two main types: oil-based and water-based. Oil-based pomades offer supreme hold, but can require several shampoos to wash out, while lighter water-based pomades sacrifice some of that strength for ease of removal. Both are the hairstyling equivalent of superglue, and best used on medium to thick hair to create ambitious styles with a lot of height.

N.B. Do not use pomade on exceptionally fine and/or thinning hair. It tends to clump hair together, which – coupled with its sheen – can highlight sparse or bald areas of the scalp.

Styling Cream

For men who like a light-touch finish, styling cream adds a subtle shine to your locks while guaranteeing a low to–at best–medium hold.

Of all men’s hairstyling products, cream is the one that most closely resembles sebum (which, if you recall from earlier, is your hair and scalp’s natural moisturiser), so it’s best for men who want to replicate that softened, frizz-free look you get from not washing your hair for a day or two.

Definitely not one for sculpting skyscraper styles, most styling creams won’t support so much as an upswept fringe. Because of this lightness, they’re a must for men with very fine and/or thinning hair whose thatch needs a product that won’t weigh it down.

Gel

A jelly-like substance used to hold and dress hair, gel is arguably the most popular men’s hairstyling product on the market. It’s also, sadly, the most frequently abused.

Despite its ubiquity, gel really isn’t the everyday styling product many men believe it to be. In fact, unless you opt for a mohawk or manga-inspired spiky mound on a daily basis, a strong-hold, high-shine hair gel is probably one of the worst products you could (mis)use. Sure, it gives good hold and an eye-catching wet-look finish, but when used as a way to lightly shape hair or sweep up a fringe – which is what many men born in the 1980s were led by ads to believe gel was intended for – it leaves your head in a mess of leaden, lifeless and frozen-solid strands.

For fans of the aforementioned styles, gel still has a place in your wash bag, though you should remember to always apply sparingly. For everyone else, there’s literally anything else.

Paste

Like a cross between styling cream and pomade, hair paste is a thick, yet highly pliable styling product that lends your hair a textured look, while also offering a medium-to-strong hold.

A true all-rounder, paste is versatile enough to be used on short, medium and long hair (of all thicknesses) to create a slew of different styles ranging from a lightly shaped fringe to – when used in conjunction with a hair dryer – more voluminous styles such as a loose quiff.

Most pastes leave hair with a matte finish (though there are slightly shinier options on offer, too) and, being water-based, they tend to wash out pretty easily as well.

Wax

Somewhere between a gel and a pomade, wax offers better hold than the former, but is more manageable (and washes out more easily) than the latter.

Wax is perhaps best thought of as a pomade, but weaker. So it’s a shoo-in for slick and/or vertiginous styles usually only achievable with pomade, although it offers a less soldered, more flexible finish. If you’re partial to a quiff, pompadour, side parting or slick-back, but want a more textured, less pristine take on your chosen style, then wax is one to add to your shopping list.

Bear in mind that although wax is not as thick and heavy as pomade, it still isn’t a great option for thinning or curly hair that hasn’t already been heat-styled.

Clay

A drier, duller and less glue-like alternative to pomade and wax, hair clay is the perfect product for creating medium- to strong-hold styles with a matte finish – think loose quiffs and bed-head styles with a highly textured appearance.

Like paste and wax, clay can be reworked slightly hours after application, but not quite to the same extent as its more pliable counterparts; hold-wise it functions more like a natural-looking pomade.

It’s also worth noting that hair clay is formulated with actual clay (usually bentonite or kaolin, which are both naturally occurring substances), which swells to dial up your hair’s volume, giving a welcome boost to its overall body and shape.

There’s also some evidence to suggest that clay’s active ingredient detoxifies your hair and scalp, helping to draw out metals and toxins, while also delivering much needed minerals such as sodium, potassium and calcium.

Sea Salt Spray

While it might sound like something that belongs in your fridge’s condiment drawer rather than your bathroom cabinet, sea salt spray is in fact a relatively new men’s hairstyling essential.

Formulated with, you guessed it, salt, this known texture-booster is used to recreate that lightly tousled look your hair gets after a day spent relaxing on the beach. The spray’s salt soaks up oil, volumising your locks and enhancing their natural kinks and curls. Simply spritz onto your hair, work through with your fingers to shape and you’re good to go.

Especially useful for fine and/or thinning hair, salt spray makes your hair appear thicker and more richly textured. As it’s light, it makes a good styling base for bigger styles too, so you might want to try applying it before deploying something heavier like a pomade or wax for extra support and volume. Don’t overdo it though: like anything salty it tends to dehydrate, so excessive use can cause your hair to become dry and brittle.

Hairspray

Not just for your gran, hairspray is a must for styles that need some serious hold. Made from a blend of polymers, hairsprays provide structural support for hair, helping it to retain its shape while also adding a healthy dose of shine.

Unlike its listmates here, hairspray is more supporting act than main event. Rather than a styling product in and of itself, it’s designed to be used at the end of styling to bolster whatever shape you’ve created, helping ‘set’ the style so that it won’t wither away within a few hours.

Hairspray comes in a variety of strengths, from flexible- to medium- to strong-hold, but unless you’re looking to add beauty pageant-level shine to your hair, it’s pointless using anything other than the strong stuff.

Top tip: use only when your style needs cementing, and spray liberally, taking care not to drop dead from fumes before the world gets to see your ‘do.

Hairstyling Accessories

Hair Dryer

While most men manage perfectly well without one, a hair dryer will come in handy when: drying hair that’s not short i.e. more than a few inches long; if you want to lend your hair some lasting shape and volume; or if you want to create heavily structured styles such as quiffs and pompadours.

When it comes to purchasing a good one, there are three key things to look out for: a wattage of 1800 or more (a higher wattage means a more powerful dryer, which means faster drying, which in turn means less damage done to hair); ceramic and tourmaline technologies (the former adds shine while preventing hair from frizzing; the latter generates negative ions to reduce drying time and static); and additional features such as attachments for styling and a ‘cool shot’ button, which can be used at the end of styling to blast hair with cool air to help set it in place.

Comb

Invaluable, whatever your hair type, a good comb not only serves as an effective styling tool, but also exfoliates the scalp, stimulates the production of sebum and increases blood flow to the area to help circulate nutrients important for hair health.

Avoid metal combs (which have edges so sharp that they can lacerate hair strands), and instead look for saw-cut horn or plastic ones which have teeth that are individually cut-in–rather than moulded for a smoother, less abrasive effect.

Make sure too, to find a comb that’s made for your hair type. Remember: the thicker the hair, the wider the tooth. If you have thin, straight hair, a fine-tooth comb works well, but you’ll need a wide-tooth one to tame thick, wavy or curly hair.

Brush

If you have medium-length or long hair, it’s best to use a brush, rather than a comb, to groom your hair. The main reason for this is that sebum produced by the scalp needs help in reaching the full hair shaft by being brushed from the root right down to the tip.

Now, while you could technically do that with a comb, it makes a lot more sense to reserve your comb for spot-detangling and use the brush for the bulk of the work instead. Plus, if you choose the right one, you’ll also have a powerful styling tool at your disposal.

To that end, a paddle or vent brush is your best bet. Both of these brush types are easy to use when dry brushing or when styling the hair in combination with product and/or a hair dryer (though the vent does have the slight advantage of being slightly more slender and manoeuvrable).

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6 Easy (and Salon-Free) Ways to Get Thicker Hair

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For every one of us normies who don't have augmentations or glitz squads keeping up our tresses day in and day out (we're taking a gander at you, Selena Gomez), hair thickness can be a main problem. (Whyyyy.) To point us toward more full, bouncier tresses, two haircare specialists say something here on the genuine, true blue truth about what causes thin hair, how to keep your hair from diminishing, and the best tips for accomplishing a thick, tasty mane.

1. It's in your DNA.

Shockingly, a major piece of regardless of whether you should manage diminishing hair is controlled by your family's hair history and not by your own behavior. As indicated by beautician Belen Benitez at Howard Kurtz salon in Los Angeles, "The most ideal approach to thicker hair is certainly hereditary qualities."

2. Try not to stretch.

Relax trichologist Anabel Kingsley of the Philip Kingsley center in New York and London says that "stress can intensify hair diminishing."

3. Eat right.

"The type of food you eat will affect you general health" is played out intelligence, yet remains constant as indicated by Kingsley. She says that concentrating on keeping up a solid eating routine can hugy affect your hair. Since your hair is the last place that your body sends protein and iron, she suggests getting abundant measures of both. The Kingsley facilities found that particularly eating 120 grams of protein—which contain the majority of the basic amino acids—at breakfast and lunch is perfect for keeping hair solid. In case you're stressed over your hair getting every one of the supplements it needs, attempt a supplement like the Philip Kingsley Tricho Complex.

4. Style deliberately.

You can likewise counterfeit thicker hair with a couple of styling traps. Benitez suggests avoiding oils, hydrating items, and smoothing items that will burden hair and lessening volume—and yes, that incorporates utilizing excessively conditioner. For those with fine hair, Kingsley calls attention to that "getting features can influence the hair to look thicker as it plumps the hair shaft and includes surface. Simply make a point not to over-process– this may cause significant breakage."

5. Try not to overlook your scalp.

"Treatment for hair diminishing ought not just promptly enhance the restorative appearance of the hair, yet additionally targets hair diminishing by streamlining the scalp condition, and giving inside healthful help," shares Kingsley. She proposes Philip Kingsley Tricho 7 Scalp Drops for securing hair follicles, and the Philip Kingsley Stimulating Scalp Mask to keep your scalp in ideal condition.

6. Search for these fixings.

Benitez recommends searching for items with parsley separate, which expands blood stream to the scalp and empowers hair developed, biotin, linseed oil, and saturating vitamin B. She enjoys the volumizing mousse Body Builder from Kevin Murphy and Redken Guts 10 volumizing shower for styling.

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Does Dry Shampoo Dry Out Your Scalp?

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Have you ever gotten an expensive hairdo and then had to wash it the next day because the scalp was too greasy? On the other hand, have you ever been in a position where washing the hair was not an option, but needed to look the best?

Many people have been in your shoes. The good news is they found a dry shampoo which will take care of the grease job and make any hair look freshly washed and maintained. A dry shampoo is just as effective as a wet wash when done properly and in moderation.

Not only will it save a hairstyle from the water, but it saves time and a few extra dollars as well. If you don't know much about dry shampooing, take a look at the basics here as we answer some common questions for you.

Is Dry Shampoo Bad for the Hair?

With all things, moderation is the key. Too much of anything is not good for anyone, including water and dry shampoos for dark hair.

With that said, let's discuss what a dry shampoo does in reality. Normally, shampoos and conditioners are rinsed out of the hair. However, a dry shampoo remains on the scalp until it is washed out. What this means is the chemicals contained in the brand are still in the hair.

It's a possibility these chemicals are being absorbed into the bloodstream. When you think about it, they come in direct contact with the skin, mainly your scalp. So, are dry shampoos bad for you or not? The answer is found in the chemicals used in the products, so let's look at what most brands use.

Ingredients in Dry Shampoos

Butane. I know panic is likely the first response, but hold on to your scalp. Butane, when used in a trusted shampoo brand like Batiste, is pretty safe. It only stays on the skin for a few seconds, and then the butane vaporizes, so it's gone.

Fragrance or Perfume. Manufacturers put fragrances in shampoos to make them smell better. In other words, it covers up the smell of the other chemicals or ingredients in the shampoo.

Rice Starch or Oryza Sativa. Most growers use pesticides to keep away insects and bugs. However, in doing so, everything just rolled downhill. What they found were the ingredients in the shampoo were contaminated with the same pesticides they used to kill the bugs with.

Now, knowing this, a limit was imposed on the makers, and it is to ensure human safety when the product is used. But do you feel safe? Something to think about, huh?

Will I Experience an Allergic Reaction?

The jury is still out about certain allergies related to dry shampoos. Stylists and most buyers will agree that you get what you pay for. If you use the cheapest dry shampoo brand, it only makes sense the best ingredients are not going to be in there.

Use salon-quality shampoos and conditioners over the dollar store brands. James Burrows, a top stylist, owns and operates the prestigious Mr. Burrows Hair, and he agrees that products with an overpowering amount of fragrances should be left on the shelves or if they smell like powder. In other words, you should also stay away from cheap dry shampoo alternatives.

In addition to that, Mr. Burrows advises anyone having an existing scalp condition to stray away from the unknown brands or those who haven't developed a reputation yet. Yes, you may pay more for the product. However, it's better to pay a few extra dollars than hundreds.

What Are the Side Effects?

Again, overdoing anything is not good for anyone so with that said, we can take another look at the side effects of overusing dry shampoos. Anabel Kingsley (hair specialist) of Philip Kingsley, warns users about dry shampooing and overdosing on the product.

Simply put, it disrupts the natural process of shedding hair strands when dry shampoos are not handled correctly. The noticeable points are normally around the temples and hairline [front], the hair's most vulnerable points.

This is mainly true due to the fact the hairline and temple areas receive more attention than any other places on the head. Add to that, the constant back and forth of using wet shampoos and dry shampoos can cause scalp irritation, more so when overused.

A dermatologist will confirm these theories as the ingredients in dry shampoos are harsh, and they can be harmful to the scalp. Can they increase the risk of shedding? Yes, according to the chief medical ambassador, Marnie Nussbaum, a certified dermatologist for Sebamed.

Mineral powders and cornstarch can cause a massive build up on the scalp and lead to shedding, flaking and other annoyances. The more product is put on the roots of the hair, and the more build up one is likely to have.

With repetition, it can weigh heavily on the hair follicles, and the follicles grow weak. This, in turn, stops hair growth.

Dry Scalp vs. Dandruff

Most don't know the difference between dry scalp and dandruff. There's a huge variation between the two conditions. If you didn't know the skin renews its cells as well as the scalp renews cells also.

Yes, they do this every day by taking on new skin cells which are underneath, and the old cells die off so the new ones can form. With this said, dandruff is caused by too much sebum or natural hair oil and not because the hair or scalp is dry.

The scalp can itch and itch, so it's scratched a lot. When the surface is scratched, flakes appear. However, the evidence is building up, not dandruff. Surprised? The fact the hair hasn't been cleaned, leaving a ton of dry shampoo, oil, and whatever else was used on the hair, nobody should be shocked.

It's dirty, grimy and is in desperate need of a wash. While it's true, flaking makes shedding worse, don't buy anti-dandruff and other hair care products just yet. Try washing and conditioning the hair a couple of times before spending money on bottles which aren't necessary and don't use a dry shampoo.

How to Remove Dry Shampoo Build Up

Although following a routine has been successful in the past, there's something about this time. The hair is not performing as well as it has been, so what's the deal? The hair is dull and lifeless, almost sticky to touch. It could be the result of product build-up, which is simple to solve.

When products are constantly being added to hair and not washed away, it happens. When the hair is shampooed on a regular basis, it removes dirt, yeast, and bacteria otherwise, and they sit right there on the scalp. It can irritate the scalp and with good reason.

Pores get clogged, which makes it the perfect ground for scalp acne and infections. How do you remove dry shampoo build up? Add to your monthly routine a clarifying shampoo. This should help remove hair sprays, dry shampoo, and the conditioner that's left behind oil, bacteria, and yeast.

A dry shampoo can only do so much before even it needs to be washed out. Dry shampoos do not take the place of regular washing and hair care maintenance, but it's a temporary fix for a temporary situation.

By using a clarifying shampoo regularly, the shampoo normally used for cleaning gets a little boost.

Home Remedies to Remove Build Up

There are alternative methods if the clarifying shampoo is not an option. Keep reading to find out what most people use.

Apple cider vinegar. Using a spray bottle, take and mix together four parts of water and a portion of vinegar. Shake to mix and spray the scalp, saturating the hair. Allow a towel to rest on your shoulders to catch any drips. Wait for about three or five minutes and next, rinse with cool water. Now, apply your conditioner like always and rinse that out. Dry and style! Shiny, lustrous, bouncy hair restored. If this idea doesn't soothe the masses, try the next item instead to clean the mane.

Baking soda. Mix in one teaspoon of baking soda to the shampoo and leave on the hair. It only takes a few minutes to set in. When at least three minutes have passed, rinse out. Continue as normal, but do this about once every month to remove product build-up.

Beer. Well, it doesn't smell very good, but this home remedy works. Take a can of any brand and work it in the mane. Do this after the hair is cleansed and rinse thoroughly with cold water.

These three ingredients are known to work well on removing a build-up of almost any kind. One thing to keep in mind is rinsing the hair completely. Be sure to rinse with cool water at least a couple or three times.

When you do these things to remove dry shampoo build up, the hair will be grateful. Not only that, but it will have more volume, shine, and bounce. No more lifeless hair, stiff-as-a-board hair... those days are history.

Clarify bi-weekly or monthly, depending on how many products used to style the locks. The home remedies are remarkable, and they are less expensive than the quality or more expensive brands. So, don't throw away the dry shampoo bottles, yet. There's still some life left in the hair.

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Something You Get Off - Base About Dandruff

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Something You Get Off - Base About Dandruff

“Skin cells on our scalp (simply like those on whatever remains of our body) are continually supplanted and shed,” Anabel Kingsley, a trichologist at Philip Kinglsey Trichological Clinic, lets self know. “On the off chance that skin cells start to partition too quickly—speedier than they are shed—this is the thing that causes pieces.” The abundance of cells can cause development on the scalp that chips off: dandruff. A few people are delicate to a yeast called malassezia furfur that normally exists on the scalp, clarifies Christine Choi Kim, M.D., a board-guaranteed dermatologist in Santa Monica, CA. According to Mayo Clinic, this affectability can prompt the development of additional skin cells that gather and chip off. There additionally is by all accounts a hereditary inclination to chipping, Choi says, so dandruff tends to keep running in families.

Dandruff originates from having a dry scalp.

All things considered, having a slick scalp will probably prompt dandruff. Malassezia are lipophilic, which means they cherish the oil (sebum) your skin delivers and flourish when there’s a greater amount of it. Inordinate oil creation can lead to sebborheic dermatitis, which offers ascend to chips.

Utilizing an oil treatment will improve dandruff.

A hot oil treatment is one of the DIY cures I found while hunting down dandruff arrangements on the web. To see the impacts, you should apply warm coconut or olive oil specifically to the scalp. Be that as it may, does it work? “As dandruff is generally sleek as of now, applying more oil will just give you stickier and greasier pieces,” says Kingsley. “Rubbing oils into the scalp can likewise cause aggravation.”

You should wash your hair less frequently in the event that you have dandruff.

You ought to really cleanser every day to flush away the pieces and flotsam and jetsam “keeping in mind the end goal to lessen the levels of this yeast, utilize a day by day scalp toner and cleanser containing a hostile to microbial operator that particularly targets it,” says Kingsley. Additionally search for a cleanser with dynamic fixings like piroctone olamine or zinc pyrithione.

You don’t have to shed your scalp.

“Applying a shedding scalp cover once to twice seven days will enable accelerate recuperation from a dandruff to erupt and can likewise help avert them,” says Kingsley. “Shedding covers tenderly lift away chips and returns the rate of skin cell turnover on the scalp to a typical, solid level.” But avoid DIY scalp exfoliators with ocean salt as a primary fixing since it can disturb the skin.

You’re styling items are aggravating it.

There are loads of things that can goad on your dandruff—hereditary qualities, stretch, your eating regimen—yet you’re styling routine isn’t one of them. Simply try to flush your hair of trash as frequently as could be allowed (which means day by day).

Dandruff does not influence hair development.

“Research and studies have demonstrated that a flaky scalp can cause and additionally intensify hair fall in specific people,” says Kingsley. In the event that your scalp is could be better it can unfavorably impact hair development. Furthermore, thick, layered patches can likewise append to the hair follicles causing aftermath.

Dandruff is more terrible in the late spring.

Winter is regularly the time when chips kick up. “Individuals have a tendency to eat a greater amount of the sustenances that ordinarily trigger dandruff amid winter,” says Kinglsey. “These incorporate full-fat dairy items, sugary and hot nourishments, and champagne.” The colder months are additionally the season of included anxiety (occasions with the family). What’s more, the vast majority cut down on shampooing because of the icy temperatures, which can likewise exacerbate drops.

#Dandruff originates from having a dry scalp.#Something You Get Off - Base About Dandruff #Utilizing an oil treatment will improve dandruff.#You don't have to shed your scalp.#You should wash your hair less frequently in the event that you have dandruff.

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