#Best skincare for Hormonal acne

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Best Skincare Practices for Hormonal Acne in Singapore

Discover the ultimate skincare practices for Best skincare for Hormonal acne, where achieving clear and radiant skin is a top priority. Explore effective solutions tailored to hormonal imbalances, and consider incorporating Dr. Hauschka products into your routine. With our commitment to natural ingredients and gentle formulations, Dr. Hauschka offers a skincare ally in the battle against hormonal acne, helping you achieve a healthy and glowing complexion.

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Defeating Bacne: Say Goodbye to Back Acne and Achieve Clear Skin!

Hey there, lovely readers! Are you tired of your skin throwing a wild bacne party on your back? Well, fret not, because we’re about to dive into the world of bacne and bring you the ultimate guide to kicking those pesky pimples to the curb! Say goodbye to the struggle and hello to radiant, clear skin – it’s time to unmask the culprit and explore some game-changing treatment options. Bacne…

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how to reduce acne (and what is acne)

acne is a skin condition that occurs when hair follicles become clogged with oil and dead skin cells. it typically results in whiteheads, blackheads or pimples that can appear on the face, forehead, chest, upper back and shoulders. acne is most prevalent among teens but can affect people of all ages. several factors contribute to acne, such as excess oil production, buildup of dead skin cells, bacterial growth and inflammation.

acne is not inherently 'bad' but it is a source of discomfort for many people. while acne itself is not a bad thing, it can lead to potential complications if not managed properly, such as scarring or emotional distress.

when reading this post, it is important to remember that everyone's skin is different and what works for one person may not work for another. i'd like to add that i am not a dermatologist, and this post is written with my own experience in mind as well as research online.

reducing acne involves a combination of skincare practices and lifestyle adjustments. here are some recommended actions:

properly wash your face cleanse your face twice daily to remove excess oil, sweat and dirt. some common face washing mistakes include using the wrong cleanser, over-washing your face, under-washing your face, the wrong water temperature and using a dirty washcloth. don't worry if this all seems confusing, here's a post on how to properly wash your face.

know your skin type use products suitable for your skin type only--oily, dry, combination or sensitive. you can find this out by visiting a dermatologist or (alternatively) researching the skin types and seeing which best matches your skin.

moisturise moisturiser curbs dryness, which balances oil production in your face and therefore helps to prevent acne. choose a non-comedogenic moisturiser to not clog your pores.

consider over-the-counter treatments think about acne treatments with ingredients like benzoyl peroxide or salicylic acid.

stay hydrated drink plenty of water to maintain skin hydration. good hydration helps to maintain skin elasticity, supports the skin's protective functions and prevents sunburn, sensitivity and oiliness. women should drink about 2.7L of fluids every day (including water, other beverages and food).

limit makeup use minimal makeup and ensure that it is non-comedogenic. don't stop wearing makeup if it is something you enjoy, however, try to limit it in acne-strong areas.

don't touch your face this is a big one, and yet so many people do it. keep your hands away from your face to prevent the spread of bacteria. seriously, you use your hands for so much--you don't want the germs of everything you've touched on your face.

limit sun exposure protect your skin with appropriate sunscreen. and remember to re-apply! limiting sun exposure also reduces skin cancer risk. balance is key, though, because the sun is necessary for vitamin d production and maintaining circadian rhythms.

exercise regularly physical activity can help reduce stress, which may contribute to acne.

enjoy a healthy diet eating a well-balanced diet can support skin health. consider reducing dairy and high glycemic foods. a diet with a low glycemic index may help balance hormone levels, which is the same effect when insulin spikes occur less. essential nutrients promote skin health and help to repair and maintain the skin barrier.

invest in stress management find ways to reduce stress, such as journaling or going for a walk. stress can worsen acne. this is because, under stress, the body's healing process slows down, meaning acne can take longer to heal and become more severe. stress hormones can also increase oil production, leading to clogged pores.

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honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s

Cowboy!Joel (41) X F!Reader (25) | 22.8k | wip | explicit | 18+ minors dni | enemies to lovers | slow burn | au: no cordyceps outbreak

After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.

Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.

a/n: Howdy Ya’ll! The song for this chapter is Shake the Frost by Tyler Childers! Im not going to lie, after three chapters writing from Joels POV, this chapter was hard to get into at first. Ive always had a vision for the different ways they perceive each other and it was realllly fun to paint two different pictures of the same people from each others POV. So without further ado, the moment we’ve alllll been waiting for, I give you honeys POV.

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4. Shake The Frost

Your life in a nutshell has been…uneventful. Your parents had you into their late thirties, you were their last shot at the child they had always wanted and that was a lot to live up to, being the only surviving member of your family when they are gone and the sole proprietor of the Rising Sun Ranch. It was a lot for one awkward, clumsy girl to take on, but you packed up your bags and moved to the city for just long enough to get a real education in keeping your family's dream alive. When you left this place, you had twenty dollars and a full tank of gas. You had horrible hormonal acne, the same damn braces you’ve had for the past six years and you were the furthest thing from desirable a person could ever get.

You were never very popular in school, but considering your graduating class was a whole eight people, you understood why. Everyone around these parts kept to themselves, passed judgment too quickly and all they ever saw in you was an inelegant, unskilled, ugly little duckling.

Four years away earned you a new outlook on life, the discovery of skincare and a little bit of confidence in yourself, but not nearly enough to hoof it in this cruel world. That's why you found so much comfort in the thought of running home, as much as you would miss your friends from college. Here you weren’t gangly and clueless—you could just be yourself.

Yourself with just…a little bit of alteration. Because two years ago, your mom called you to tell you about the new ranch hands that started working, how much weight it took off their plate. A few weeks later, she told you as much about them as she could, about Joel who was charming and gruff. Tommy, who was kind of strange but a nice boy, how Joel takes care of him and watches out for him. A month after that, your mother calls to tell you how much of a gentleman he is.

Two months later, you call your mom and tell her about the date that stood you up and she tells you how handsome Joel is, how kind his eyes are and how she thinks you would really like him, how much you would hit it off and she wished you’d find someone a little more like that—someone who could appreciate you.

Two years pass the same way, your mom calls you all the time just to talk about Joel and Tommy—you understand it's the most exciting thing that's happened around the ranch in the last twenty years, but the more you talk about it with her, the more you build up this impossible dream about a man you’ve never even laid eyes on. You daydream about going home and meeting him, hitting it off like two old flames. You imagine his eyes in the middle of class and miss half your lecture, you think about the way his voice sounds the few times you accidentally overheard him in the background of your moms calls.

Your best friend and roommate, Melly, tells you that's you’re delusional to make up fake scenarios in your head about a relationship you don’t have with a man you’ve never met, but you’ve already hyper focused on it long before that conversation happens, so getting it out of your head is already out the window by then.

All that build up, all the imaginary things you thought up, the way you’d meet—what you would say to him to catch his attention from the moment he sets eyes on you. All of it is for nothing, because he’s not prince charming like you’d imagined, he’s rude and he left you in the fucking snow to die, when you’d spent so long falling in love with a man that didn’t exist. He avoids you like the plague, like it hurts him to be in the same room with you, thinks you’re this stuck up too good city girl, when you’d been so proud to have your shit together. You’d been so fucking excited to get home and finally put a face to two years worth of ghost like fantasies of a person you didn’t know.

And god did it make you so angry at him, when you’d spent so long wanting to meet him, and he was nothing like you’d expected him to be. What is it about you that repulses him? Every time you leave anything exposed, he’s running away with his tail tucked. You look at him from across the dinner table and he takes his food and leaves. Sometimes you can't help the way your anger gets the best of you, starting arguments just so he’ll talk to you, trying to do things that might impress him even though he thinks you’re the most incapable person in the whole world, apparently.

You help your mom with dinner because you remember her telling you that her chili was Joel’s favorite, so you spent half of the afternoon making it, maybe then you could both move on—something, anything. You watch him from the fridge while he fills his bowl with Tommy and they head off to the dining room. By the time you’ve made your own bowl, hatching a plan to tell him you made this, his spot sits empty and his food is untouched for the rest of the evening.

That night, your dad shows you the statement from the bank, the mortgage is two months behind and they don’t have two nickels to rub together. You cry at the kitchen table for an hour, wondering what you did in a past life to struggle so badly in this one. Of course Joel would catch you there, tear stained cheeks and a desperate desire to curl into that broad chest and sob.

He hightails it out of the house before the real water works come down.

Theres a ache in your chest that doesn’t leave you for days—when you spot him in the stable on Christmas eve, it pounds in your chest worse than ever, it hurts so fucking bad to look at him in that brown coat, that long curly hair and scruffy beard. You want to run out the door across the yard and jump into those strong arms, have him twirl you around in the snowfall and kiss you silly. But that's not plausible, so you turn away from the window and make yourself some hot cocoa to starve off the cold, eating you up from the inside.

On Christmas morning, you watch him shovel from the window of your bedroom, hiding behind the curtain while you think about how much he hates to be around you, he must think you’re so unpleasant and hard to look at, because he never even meets your eyes. It bubbles up so much emotion, you cry angry tears before you can make it out of your room. You wash your face in the bathroom to rid yourself of the evidence and make your way down the stairs.

You’re halfway down the steps when you spot him at the bottom, smiling at himself in the vanity mirror, wearing a goddamned cowboy hat like all your wild fantasies about slipping his hat on your head and riding him until he’s a mumbling mess. You would have changed if you knew he was here—would have put on some clothes so he doesn’t go running out on you again. He takes one look up the stairs at you and your brain goes fuzzy and angry, how dare he look so good when you know you can’t touch, how dare he flaunt it right in your face just to take it away again. Who does he think he is, smiling at you like that when he abandoned the dinner you’d made him at the table the night before?

He tells you Merry Christmas and you want to sock him in the mouth.

You chase him off all on your own this time and the guilt eats you up when you watch him work from the window. He doesn’t stop for a second, just keeps going and going and going while you sit on the couch and listen to Tommy’s insufferable rambling about things you don’t care about. He doesn’t come to dinner, so you make him a plate in the kitchen when your mom comes in behind you. “What are you doing, dear?” You wrap tin foil over the hefty plate and give her a look. “I thought I should bring him dinner…no one deserves to be hungry on christmas.”

Your mom squeezes your shoulder and smiles brightly, waves you off when you head out into the storm with his dinner in your hand.

When you meet him on the porch, sleepy look in his eyes with messy hair, you almost invite yourself inside—hardly fighting off the urge to set that plate down and offer yourself for his Christmas dinner instead.

You're halfway thankful for the half mile walk tugging a one ton heifer behind you, at least this way the cold wills away the throbbing between your legs.

That night, you wrap two fingers in the necklace chain, burry your face in the pillows while you fuck yourself on three fingers wishing they were the man sleeping on your couch instead of your own. You try not to whimper his name when you cum, but it slips right out with a rush of air.

Wanting him—is absolutely killing you.

You want to call it a turning point, finally he can see you as capable of something. By the end of the following two weeks, he’s right back to the way he acted before, but it’s like it’s worse somehow. You come down the stairs with a chipper smile in your favorite pair of Levi’s one morning and he nearly falls out of his chair trying to get away from you. You show up in the stable with your old white straw hat on and he hides in the bathroom for a half hour until you leave, like he’s repulsed by you, like he can’t stand to be around you. Is it something you’re doing? Something you’re wearing? He gets so uncomfortable when you have any skin exposed, you can tell based on the way his eyes will bounce to you then away in a hurry, trying to find something—anything else to keep himself busy. Is it because you're his boss's daughter? Because you’re ugly? Because you’re too young and too inexperienced?

By the end of January, you’ve successfully chased him back to his cabin in the evenings unless you aren’t in attendance. He’s avoiding you again, but at least now you have Tommy, who you would consider a friend, a friend who flirts with you too damn much and drinks way too much alcohol. He’s also lazy and doesn’t take much initiative, Joel does most of the work around here, you’ve noticed. But Tommy listens to you when you talk and he doesn’t run away from you any time you try to make conversation.

This morning, you were in the kitchen when Joel came in, cowboy hat and wranglers that hugged his ass. You walked out of the kitchen in an apron with a bowl of preserved raspberries ready to can. “Mornin’, Joel.” You greeted him with a smile and picked the spoon up out of the bowl. “Want to try some? I’m making jam.” You were about to wash the spoon anyways.

“Uh, no, thank you—I ate this morning.” You shrug and lick the spoon clean with one stripe. Five seconds later, Joel is out the front door with a hurried step, like he can't wait to get away from you. Did your breath stink? Was there something on your face, in your tone? By the time Joel is gone, Tommy comes in like there's a rotating door on the house, constantly filtering out one Miller for another.

“He’s in a hurry.” Tommy laughs, pointing behind him with his thumb. “I think I said something.” You roll your eyes at him and finish off the spoon. “Dang girl, how come you don’t ever lick me like that?” It's a light hearted joke, you know that, but you still slug him in the arm for good measure. “Oh, fuck off, Tommy.” You make your way back to the kitchen to can up the preserves and he follows right behind you. “So I was thinking, Joel is heading into town this mornin’, what do you say we scrounge up some change and grab a bottle of something strong?” You used to drink heavily when you were in college, lots of parties and Friday nights out with friends, but now it's closer to once a month if you’re lucky and you can't remember the last time you were good and drunk. “You know what, lets do it. But you have to ask him.” Tommy makes a pained face and shakes his head. “No, I asked last time—it’s your turn.”

“He’s already pissed at me for no reason, and I don’t even know where he is!” Tommy laughs at you and takes the bowl from your hands. “And besides, I have to pee—why can't you go?”

He pulls the jars out and starts to fill them. “Go ask him and then go pee—I saw him go into the stable.” You huff dramatically and turn on your heel, removing your apron, trying to get rid of your nerves as you head towards the door. What’s he going to do, shout at you? Get angry? Say no? You can handle all of that, you’ve handled it up until now.

When you reach the barn, you search around the stalls with no sign of Joel. Wherever he is, he’s long gone. Whatever you did to him, it was enough to send him running all over again. For the millionth time, you find yourself wishing you could just read his mind, know what it is about you that has him running for the hills any time to approach him.

You pet a few muzzles on your way towards the door, wishing it was spring already so you could ride like you’ve longed to do for the last four years. There's less of a chill today, there hasn’t been a storm in a week, but that’s going to change soon. You could stay out here until Joel shows up, but christ do you need to pee right now, so you take a quick detour to the small bathroom in the corner of the barn. The door doesn’t have a working latch, so it pushes open easily.

You just needed to pee, that's it—just needed to pee but it’s too late by the time the artificial light inside mixes with the sunlight filtering into the barn. Lent over the sink with his hand pressed to the mirror, his other on his cock, stands Joel—his balled up fist working up and back down, those huge hands that look tiny on his dick—holy shit, it’s massive, bigger than you’ve ever seen in real life, bigger than most exaggerated porn videos you’ve watched—he could probably fit both hands around that thing, has to be at least ten inches of just Joel. He must hear your tight gasp, because his hand stills and he whips his head around to look at you, his face flushed with shock and shame. You step away quickly and the door slams shut behind you.

You aren’t sure what it is bubbling up inside of you—anxiety, desire, a bit of curiosity and a whole lot of confusion. You saw him not five minutes ago and he was fine, but now you can hear him scrambling in the bathroom across from where your feet have glued themselves to the floor.

“Fuck! Fuck, Honey, hold on.”

Joel Miller is the most hung man you’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s also the most annoying and hard headed—but all of that flies straight to the back of your mind when he pulls the small door open, having stuffed himself back in his jeans, jesus christ it goes half way down his leg, how does he have any room in there? His chest is absolutely heaving and his face is beat red from embarrassment. “I…I’m sorry, I just needed to use the bathroom.”

His hand reaches down and you follow the movement, how he stuffs it into his pants and adjusts himself. “I can explain—“ you shake your head quickly, eyes bouncing back up to meet his. Fuck, he looks like he’s going to cry right now. “Please spare me the details, I should have…knocked, that's my fault.” What was he doing in the first place? He ran away from you because…because he needed to jerk off? Is that where he’s been going every time he runs away from you?

Did you make him do that? But no—of course not, because Joel hates you, hates you enough to actively avoid you even after buying you the same damn necklace you clutch every night when you sink your hand between your thighs, bite your pillow and attempt to muffle his name on your lips.

Joel doesn’t want you, when you’ve been thrown around every corner trying to hang on to him. He left you in that damn snow and all your mind could think about was how sharp his jaw was, how big his hands were, how angry you were that he robbed you of your fantasy of him.

“I just—I…don’t know what came over me, I didn’t mean for you to see that.” Well of course he didn’t mean for you to see that. “Yeah, no I assumed—I’m the last person you want seeing you—like that. I’m sorry, again.” There's something in his eyes, a deep sorrow woven into his features. “How…how much did you see?”

God, does he really have to go there, when your thighs are pressed as tightly together as you can get them, when heat is pooling between your thighs and you have the urge to run up stairs and lock your door behind you. You reach up for your necklace out of instinct, run your fingers along the chain for an absent sensory input, thinking about the way it feels in your hand when you clutch it for dear life.

“I mean—about all ten inches, I’d say.” Its an easy joke you're hoping will ease the stress of the encounter, but Joel leans back against the walk and his head flops against the wood, eyes closing tight. You take the opportunity to drink your fill, let your eyes really roam over the softening bulge in his jeans. “Nine and a half—I…It’s nothing to…boast about or anything like that. I try not to…let anyone see that.”

See that? The biggest dick you’ve ever laid eyes on? He’s just walking around, hiding it from the world? “Why?” You don’t mean to ask, but how could Joel just walk around all day with a third fucking leg and not tell anyone about it?

“It’s embarrassin’. No one wants anything to do with that, nobody wants to deal with what it entails—I sure as hell don’t. Look, can we please just—please forget this happened? Don’t…tell anyone, please.”

Don’t tell anyone? You can't keep this to yourself? Joel miller, every daydream and fantasy you’ve had for the last two years—you can’t just keep that in if you tried—you have to tell someone. “Yeah, no of course not. This was traumatizing enough for both of us.”

His face drops further and he turns himself away, running his hand over his face—the same hand he just had on his dick—oh, fuck, you have to get out of here before you offer to finish him off, just to see how heavy it would feel in your hands, your mouth, your pussy—“I gotta go—“ you start to head for the door, but you remember why you came in the barn in the first place. “Can me and Tommy come with you to town later?”

He only turns for a moment to gaze at you. His eyes look shinny, his lip is drawn between his teeth because its shaking. Had you really embarrassed him that much?

When he speaks, his voice is tight and wobbly. “Yeah, that's fine.”

You leave as quickly as you came, already pulling out your phone and pulling up your best friend's number. When you get into the house, you make a bee-line for your room, slamming the door behind you while the call goes through. When she picks up on the other end, you’re already rambling. “Girl—hold on, I can't hear you. You’re talking too fast, slow down.”

You take a deep breath, clutch your necklace and try to calm yourself down. “I just walked in on Joel—it was an accident, but dude—dude it was huge.” There's a sharp gasp and a laugh on the other end of the phone. “Wait like, you walked in on him and someone?”

“No—I walked in on him jerkin’ off in the bathroom, he…ran away from me again this morning and Tommy came in right after, asked me to ask Joel if we could go to town with him and when I went to look for him, he was in the bathroom with his hand on literally the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Melly, on the other end, is laughing her ass off at you, trying her best not to snort at your bad luck. “This isn’t funny! He was so embarrassed, Mel—he said he doesn’t show it to people!”

She huffs on the other end of the phone. “Then how does he fuck anyone?”

And—well… “I never thought about that. Maybe he just…doesn’t? He seemed so ashamed, I don’t know what on earth there is to be ashamed of.” Ashamed of being blessed? Ashamed you walked in on him? Maybe it was because it’s you and you’re the last person he wants seeing him naked.

“Alright, let me get this straight—he ran away from you and five minutes later you found him beating his meat in the bathroom?” For lack of better words, well, yeah.

“Yes—that’s basically what happened, but it was more like three minutes? Because I wasn't far behind him.”

The silence on the other end of the phone is deafening, then Melly clears her throat. “Have you considered the idea that he runs away from you because you turn him on?”

You? You turn him on? You with your awkward posture and too gangly features? You can't even turn a car on half the time, let alone a grown man like Joel Miller. “Not a chance—he hates me, Mel, we’ve been over this.”

“You’ve been over this—you say he hates you all the time when maybe this whole time he thinks its you that hates him.” But that can't be true, because Joel can’t stand being around you. He hated you from the moment he saw you, hated your stupid fucking shoes you don’t wear anymore, hates that you went to college and lived in a big city and don’t let people walk on you. He hates you because you wanted to look pretty for him and he told you to crawl back to whatever place you came from, not even knowing that place was filled with longing to meet him. “No, you have to see it for yourself. You’re still coming down here for my birthday, right?” It’s in the middle of February, when the snow starts to subside.

She tells you that she is, but that she has to get back to work, so you hang up the phone and let yourself sink into the mattress. Its a lot to process—Joel running away from you to…masterbate, catching him in the act—that dick, Christ, even if you want to fuck him, you aren’t even sure if you’d be able to take him. A little deep dive into the internet tells you that you absolutely can—if you work up to it. With ample time and stretching, you’d be able to work up to that, and should it ever happen, you want it to be easy for him, after all, he seemed so ashamed that you’d seen him like that. He said he doesn’t show people, so that must mean it’s been a while since he’s had sex. That in and of itself, makes your heart ache from him—no matter how much he pisses you off, no one deserves to have the ability to receive pleasure stripped from them for merely having a larger—uh, tool. It’s not his fault he was born that way.

A few wrong turns on amazon and you find a (within your budget) toy that's, you guessed it—nine and a half inches and by the looks of it, the same girth as Joel. There is no other option for you but to purchase it—express mail straight to your doorstep.

And even if you never stand a chance with a six-foot towering cowboy, you can at least pretend for the rest of your life. Maybe that will finally starve off your want, fill that void you’ve had for the last two years longing for a made up man and this version of Joel wearing his skin.

It’s a few more agonizing minutes of thinking about the way he’d looked at you in the mirror when you’d spotted him in that bathroom, before you can actually track back to the before, how into it he was—working himself over quickly with a rough calloused hand and his ragged pant.

Fuck it—you have time, lots of time—Joel is probably going to avoid you for half the day before he heads to town, that is—if he even tells you he’s leaving. So you do what you're best at, roll yourself over to bury your face in the pillow while you sink your hand past your waistband and get to work. Its easy to picture something still so fresh in your mind, the way his shoulders heaved when he drew in a breath, how he would probably feel in your hand, your mouth, you’ll have to practice that too, how he’d probably hold you down and tell you to take it. He’d probably be ravenous if he could get past the hatred part. How long has it been since he’s been inside of someone?

You sink your teeth into the pillow and try to retain the sharp whine in your throat, but when you picture his disdain for you morphing into desire, the way the two would clash together in the most impossible way—it’s easy to bring yourself right to the edge. Easy to let yourself drift into that full bodied bliss that shoots up your spine and blooms at the base of your skull. God, the things he would probably say—the filthy fucking words that were made for that accent—the way he’d call you—

“Honey?”

“Amph-“ your eyes shoot open but its too damn late, that twangy southern draw sounds so fucking good saying your name like that and it’s the final straw, deep shadows of your relief robbing the vision from your eyes as they roll back, hand stilling with just the faintest of muffled whimpers to follow it. Yeah—he’d say your name just like that—just like he did on the other side of your locked door while you get off to the sound of it.

Your first big draws of air when you start to come down are into the pillow, trying your best to stifle the ragged way your lungs fill with oxygen until you’ve caught back up with yourself.

“We’re headin’ out in a few, if you're comin’.”

You pull your hand away and jump off your bed, trying to fix your hair and pull yourself together. One glance in the mirror tells you that this is as good as its going to get. You pull the door open and he’s already trying to find anywhere to else to put his eyes than on you, on your tight workout leggings and crew neck sweater—you aren’t anything special and you just saw his dick a half hour ago, so you understand why he wouldn’t want to look. “I was just, uhm—doing a workout zoom with my friend, you ever done one of those?”

God, did you just say that out loud? A fucking workout zoom, its no wonder this man wants nothing to do with you. “A…zoom workout? No—I get my cardio in before the sun's up. Real fuckin’ weird world you come from.” He turns his body slightly, like he’s trying to make his way out of this conversation but he doesn’t quite know how, so you lead the way. “I’ll just get my shoes on and I’ll be right down.”

He turns back and this time he does look at you, but it's at your feet, then a swift bounce up to your eyes. “You’re wearing shoes.”

One glance down and what do you fucking know—you are wearing shoes—stupid fucking shoes you suddenly hate. You hate that you can't get a single thought through your head when it's swimming in dopamine and adrenaline. Hate that he’s taken up so much space in your brain you can't think straight anymore. “If you don’t want to go because you’re…uncomfortable, you don’t have to stall so that I’ll leave. You can say it.” He holds his chin up bravely, you have to give him props for that. Thirty minutes and he can still hold his head up with dignity when he feels like he needs to stand up to you, but does he have to do it so accusingly? When did you give him the impression that you wanted to stay behind? When you’d asked him if you could go not two minutes after seeing him white knuckling it in the bathroom? When he knocked on your door and talked you through an orgasm without even knowing?

“Why do you always do that?” You cross your arms and feel that attitude creeping up on you. “Do what? Spare myself the humiliation?” The humiliation like he’s not staring you down fresh off a mind boggling orgasm. “No, decide what I’m feeling for me—what the fuck gives you the right to make up my mind for me?”

This bastard, who can pull an argument out of you in an instant—when you’d just been thinking nice things about him. “I’m coming with. Tommy’s promise of hard booze is sounding better and better by the minute.”

He huffs at you and it's all you get for a response. You follow him down the stairs and out to the truck, Tommy is waiting down stairs with a confused look, but you shake your head at him and he tails behind you on the way out the door. Joel moves fast across the snow covered yard, climbing in the already running truck with a slam of the drivers door. “What’s his problem?” Tommy makes a face at you when you stop at the tailgate of the truck. “He’s not in a good mood.” Tommy nods his head and walks over to the passenger door. “Course he isn’t, why would he be?” There's a laugh and he opens the door for you, but he doesn’t get in first—he makes you sit beside Joel, with his knee bouncing and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He won't look at you, but you can tell he’s riddled with anxiety right now. When Tommy squeezes in beside you, you find yourself pressed up against Joel, from shoulder to his solid thigh.

The drive is uneventful because Joel turns on the radio and he doesn’t say anything. Not for the whole twenty five minute drive, Joel doesn’t make a sound, so you and Tommy sit in the uncomfortable silence and try to ignore the way his fingers tap and flex against the steering wheel. When you get into town, you give Tommy all the money you were able to scrounge up and he runs into the liquor store close to the feed store. You were going to sit in the truck and wait, but Joel leans against the door frame with his hands perched on the roof and his cowboy hat blocking the run from your eyes. “Since Tommy’s preoccupied, you’re gonna have to help me.”

Help him? You? “I have three hundred pounds of feed to load, unless you're afraid you’ll break a nail.” Does he have any idea how that works, that you don’t have long fake nails anymore like you did in college? “Well, I guess it's a good thing they are already busted then.”

Helping Joel load the truck means you get to watch him work, carrying two feed bags to your one, but his shoulders bulge when he lifts and you nearly have to cross your legs to push away the nagging thought. He probably looks so damn built under all those layers, beneath that Carhartt. By the time the truck is loaded, Tommy is back with a half gallon of bottom shelf whiskey that looks like a hangover just waiting to happen.

Joel doesn’t give the bottle a second look, but the ride home is just as quiet as the drive there.

It isn’t until later that night when you and Tommy crack open the bottle. It’s dark, but Joel is nowhere to be seen when Tommy makes a fire in the pit out front of the cabin. Your parents went to bed early and the last thing you wanted to do was keep them up, so you took the long walk to the cabin with a few blankets to keep you warm until the whiskey kicks in.

Thirty minutes of having your feet propped up by the fire while you pass the bottle back and forth and Joel finally comes into view, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he tries to walk straight past the two of you. “Come on man, can’t you join us? Sit by the fire with your brother?”

The older man shoots him a look, one you can't read but Tommy obviously does. “Come on, Joel—Tommy’s going to make me drink all of this by myself.” He steps onto the porch with his back turned, wiping the snow off his boots. “I don’t drink anymore.” Is the only response he gives. Like you hadn’t seen him drunk off his ass before.

Another hour passes before you see Joel again and by that time the half gallon is half empty, sitting between the two of you while you giggle and laugh about stupid humor Joel would probably huff at. Can someone remind you why it's the broody brother you want? Not the slightly asshole-ish one who knows how to take a joke? Tommy doesn’t exactly do it for you—not your type, no drive, no motivation—but he is Joel's brother, the closest thing you ever get to having the real thing.

You wonder if he’d fuck you like Joel would—they are brothers, so Tommy has to be just as well endowed at Joel, right?

Right on que, like he could hear you thinking about him, Joel comes out and stands behind your chairs. “Think you guys have had enough. Last thing I need is to be up all night because Tommy’s pukin’.”

He gives the emptying bottle a tap with his foot and you glance up at him. “Oh, come on, Joel—why are you always such a fun sucker? You just hate seeing people smile, is that it? Is it bad for maintaining your shitty mood?” Tommy laughs beside you and you ride off that chuckle, but not for long. “And here I thought alcohol would make you plaint, but I guess it just makes you more of a bitch.”

If your head wasn’t swimming in booze right now, you’d probably swing at him, but you aren’t coordinated enough for that right now, so you settle on a hard glare. “I don’t know man, I think I have a good idea of how she gets when she’s drunk.”

Joel's eyes shoot over to him like he already knows exactly where this is going. “Bet you get real feisty, huh? Whiskey always makes girls want it—get’s um horny.” When he talks, he’s looking straight at you—if Joel wasn’t standing right beside you, you probably couldn’t have the courage to hold his younger brother's gaze like that. You want it right now, god you do, but not from the brother that's asking.

“You’ve got no idea,” you tell him and Tommy smirks at you, then up at his brother who’s gone stiff. “Is it me or him? Because this one doesn’t look too willing to give you any kind of sugar.”

Joel downright growls at his brother. “Knock it the fuck off, Tommy—she’s a lady.” A lady that wants him to bend her in half and stuff her full right now—no matter how much it might hurt. “No she ain’t! A lady doesn’t drink half a bottle and want to fuck.”

There's a hard thud behind you and when you look at Tommy, he’s holding the back of his head where Joel smacked him. “I’m walkin’ her home.” He tells his brother, but doesn’t once ask what you want. It’s been too long, been way too long since someone touched you—and it might be the alcohol in your system or the desperation for a Miller that sends you down this path, but both directions lead you to the same destruction.

“Like fuck you are! You aren’t my dad, Joel—you don’t get to decide what I want all the time. If I want to drink half a bottle and fuck your brother, then you’re going to have to suck it up and listen through the damn wall.”

Joel’s look of anger quickly morphs into something you’ve never seen on Joel Miller—fear. Oh—yeah, you struck a nerve on that one. What does he think? You’re going to soil his baby brother? Does he really look down on you that much, that he’s afraid of you sinking your claws into Tommy? You don’t want Tommy, you want Joel, but you’ll never have that—so you grab Tommy by the hand, yank him up until he’s standing on equally wobbly feet before pulling him down to meet your mouth. He tastes like whiskey and it's nothing to write home about. There's no electricity, no real desire on your part. But you know you hit your mark when there's hard footsteps headed towards the house and a hard slam of the front door.

Tommy gets into it fast, his hands on your hips and his teeth nipping at your lips like he’s as desperate for you as you are for his brother. “Let’s go inside,” he hums and you agree—you’re already this far and you want to make Joel feel what you’ve felt for the past twos months, all this anger and bitterness, why the fuck doesn’t he want you like you want him.

“Do you think he’ll hear us, through the wall?” Tommy pulls away and makes a face of confusion. “Do you want him to?”

Do you? Want him to hear the way you could moan and gasp for him? The way you could beg him for more, deeper, harder? Absolutely. “Yeah—I want him to hear it.”

It's a rough and awkward tumble to his room, you fall against the wall and Tommy does his best to keep you up straight. The door beside Tommy’s room is closed and the light is off, but you can't hear anything inside.

You try not to think—try your hardest not to imagine Joel instead of his brother, but it's a futile attempt. All you can see right now is Joel with his cock in his hand lent over the bathroom sink and how much you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there. “Can I suck your dick?” Tommy groans from where he stands at the end of the bed, you propped against his pillows, both of you in the midst of discarding your clothes. You get down to your panties and underwear by the time Tommy is left in just his briefs. “Yeah-fuck yeah, you can.”

It’s good, it’s working for you—until he drops his underwear and you’re left…underwhelmed. “You aren’t as big as him?” If it wasn’t for the alcohol in your system, you probably wouldn’t have said it in the first place—but how could you not? He’s half the size of his brother, if you’re being generous. He’s still decent sized, you’ve had bigger, but you cant help the pang of disappointment that you won't be able to pretend just for now.

“I—no, wait you saw it?” You wince and Tommy pulls his boxers back up, suddenly the room is filled with something other than desire. “It was an accident—I didn’t mean to, but I just thought…you’re brothers and all.”

Tommy sighs, turns himself and sits down at the end of the bed with his head in his hands. “You don’t want to do this with me.” He says. “I didn’t say that—“ he shakes his head at you and turns enough to look at you. “You’re disappointed that my dick isn’t as big as his—you don’t want this with me. I don’t want to fuck you while you’re imagining my brother.”

Okay—ouch, that one stung. But you can't argue a point because you have no truth behind it even if you tried. You were going to imagine him—press your hands to the wall and imagine you were on the other side of it. “I’m sorry, Tommy…It’s not you, I promise…you’re a good friend and you’re a nice guy, I just…”

He smiles at you and it eases some of your anxiety. Tommy might not be Joel, but he is a good friend. “It’s okay, I can see it…Don’t think I could take somethin’ that's already his.” But you aren’t, his, after all. He doesn’t look at you like that, doesn’t want you—doesn’t want to touch you like this when he’s so busy despising you.

“He doesn’t want me like that, Tommy.”

Doesn’t want to see you like this in his bed, half naked and begging for him. “How do you know that?” You fiddle your hands with the band of your underwear, where a string is fraying on the edge. “He hates me…can’t even stand to look at me, he’s made that pretty clear.”

Tommy chuckles slowly and tosses you his shirt. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Honey. Try, you might surprise yourself.”

You pull the shirt on and curl up on the pillow, letting your head swim in the whiskey that's starting to take its toll on you now. “Sleep in here tonight, won't try anything—I promise.”

He takes the spot beside you and you smile sleepily, pulling the blanket over the top of you. “Thanks Tommy.”

Sleep comes easy when you’ve drank as much as you have tonight and you try not to think about the other side of this wall.

In the next room, Joel sits fully clothed at the end of his bed with his head in his hands, trying his damndest to stop the tears burning his eyes and tracking down his face.

[lovinterstellar]

ACNE CAUSES + TIPS

acne is a common skin condition that occurs when hair follicles become clogged with oil and dead skin cells. while the exact cause of acne is not fully understood, it is believed to be influenced by several factors, including:

Excess oil production

Bacteria

Hormonal changes

Certain medications

Diet

To help manage and prevent acne, consider the following tips:

Keep your face clean by washing it twice a day with a gentle cleanser.

Avoid touching your face with dirty hands to avoid bacteria spreading onto your face.

Use non-comedogenic skincare products that won't clog your pores.

Choose oil-free and non-comedogenic makeup because (some) makeup can clog skin too.

Limit exposure to direct sunlight and use sunscreen to protect your skin.

Maintain a healthy diet with plenty of fruits, vegetables, and whole grains.

Avoid excessive stress, as it can trigger hormonal changes that may worsen acne.

Talk to a dermatologist for personalized advice and treatment options or take online an online quiz for personalized skincare (I heard Curology is good!)

Remember, everyone's skin is unique, so it may take some trial and error to find the best approach for managing your acne. Be patient and consistent with your skincare routine.

[femmefatalevibe]

Hey there

I have pimples popping out since the past few days.And right now I’m on my period.But I didn’t used to have so many of these pimples.They’re not too big.And one has even left its mark on my cheekbone and I honestly hate it.I wonder how I can get rid of that mark and these pimples.And why I got them in the first place.

Hi love! It's really common to get more (or only get) acne during the week before or the week of your period due to the rise (Ovaluation to menstruation) or lack of progesterone (onset of your period) levels. These hormone fluctuations can increase the oil production in your skin, resulting in more clogged pores/acne.

Some of the best ways to help manage hormonal acne are through diet, skin hygiene, cardio/movement, and managing stress levels.

For diet, try to incorporate plenty of green vegetables, B vitamins, omega 3s/healthy fats, and plenty of fresh produce generally while avoiding dairy, soda, and highly processed foods.

For skincare, wash your face 2x/day, change your pillow cases weekly, towels at least weekly, wash your face and pat it dry with a disposable towel, don't touch your face without washing your hands, or consider trying retinoids.

Exercise, walks, sex, and meditation are great stress management tools. Also, for some people, birth control pills/IUDs are really helpful to control acne if you want to explore that option.

Hope this helps xx

[riddles-n-games]

Awkward Teenage Years

I'm sure everyone went through or is going through their teenage years and puberty is not the kindest to everyone. Now, I know everyone in this fandom seems to think the Hawthorne brothers are these sculpture-perfect, flawless, handsome young lads and I'm sure they are. However, everyone also seems to forget when we first meet them, three of them were still teenagers. Yes, towards the end of their adolescence but not that long before they were still in the middle of the awkward phase. So, in honor of those awkward teenage years, here's what was going on with the Hawthorne brothers when they were handling those first few years of hormone imbalance:

Nash: His hair tended to get very greasy back then and so he also used his love of wearing cowboy hats as an excuse to hide his hair. Of course, he had to be sneaky so the teachers didn't tell him off for wearing hats in class. Not to mention, he also had a phase where he had a bad cowlick he just couldn't get rid of.

Grayson: At fourteen, Gray had braces because he had an overbite and he had to wear them till he was fifteen and a half. He rarely liked smiling with his teeth during that time, seeming standoffish to other kids for it and poor guy often accidentally bit the inside of his cheek. His chocolate obsession suffered for a while.

Jameson: This one had a long battle with acne. He often had it sprinkled over his face and even at one point it got so severe that it was also a bad case of "bacne" (back acne). Poor Jamie was miserable so much so that he literally cried (in secret, of course; a Hawthorne don't cry or that's what they tell themselves) and there was a period of time where he couldn't bare to look at himself in the mirror. Thankfully, it started getting better after he was prescribed his third medication (I know, took a while). Now he has the best skincare routine ever and it's not just water.

Xander: As a child, he was smol. He was among the shorter kids and Thea and Rebecca were taller than him by a head, head and a half by fifth grade. At twelve, the turn tables in his favor as he shot up to heights unknown, touching the sky, and breathed the fresher air for the first time as he saw over his classmates with no problem. However, he was all gangly limbs like a newborn foal walking for the first time as Nash often said as he got used to his baby brother towering over him at fourteen. Jameson was slightly jealous because his own growth spurt made him the taller one for a time and he was rubbing it in Gray's face (bragging rights were redacted).

[hevexns-realm]

Heeyaa x3!!! ✨️✨️

This might be super random, but what are your sonic headcanons about their skin-care/getting ready to go to sleep routine :3? 🩷🩷🩷

Oh you’re in for a TREAT!

While some don’t have bedtime routines, I have a few of them.

Amy, rouge, and Iris have extensive skincare routines. For Iris it’s due to how much her skin dries out and alongside her lack of hormonal stuffs due to her PCOS, she needs to use lots of hyaluronic acid and weekly exfoliating products to keep her skin clean and healthy. For the other two, it’s mainly to keep their skin balanced, clear up acne, etc!

Shadow, Nazo, seelkadoom, and mephiles have more simple, but effective routines. Do a simple cleanser and moisturizer, brush their teeth, and then brush out their quills before getting into their PJs! However, they vary in products, their PJs, and extra stuffs. For mephiles, he checks out if the moon is up all the ways and the planets are in orbit, double checks that most of the prayers are answered in one way or another, then goes to wear a god-like set of PJs, grabs whatever book he’s reading at the time, and settles into bed.

Seelkadoom takes out his piercings at night, in case something goes wrong with them, takes off his makeup and all that jazz, and then takes off his upper clothes before getting into bed with nazo. If Iris is around, then he opts for a tank top. Don’t want to end up making the girl fall too hard too soon! (Dude loves teasing them both about it though-)🖤💙

Nazo has to take his meds every night to manage everything, and this is usually before he does his usual routine. If the girls are spending the night, and he feels like it, he’ll let one of them put a face mask on him and listen to them talk shit about randos.

Sonic doesn’t really have anything skincare related, but he does have a bedtime routine of brushing his teeth and quills, putting on one of shadow’s shirts and then cuddles up to him, giving him kisses and affections before going to sleep!

Knuckles doesn’t do skincare, doesn’t even know why half of the guys do it, but he lets rouge put a face mask on him every once in a while. For sleep, he usually puts a blanket over himself and the master emerald before sleeping under the stars!

Nazo and Iris have to take meds for their conditions. While PCOS by itself usually isn’t a bad thing, mix it with POTS and you got a problem. However, if they’re already in a relationship, they always have a little cuddle session as they take their meds and talk about their days/nights. If not, then they just chatter on and on about how certain makeup looks look on certain celebs. Who would rock it, and who would flop it. Or they just stay quiet and give each other a small smile once done!

Tails and cream are too young to have to do skincare, and miss vanilla had gotten some sweet genetics that didn’t give her any wacky skin problems for her whole life!

Silver and blaze don’t need skincare, but silver tends to use hyaluronic acid and a moisturizer sometimes to help even his skin out!

Scourge and surge probably would learn from seelkadoom, especially surge since she does get bad acne. Usually they do it before bed, that way they can just plop on their beds and sleep!

(I think there are more characters, but I don’t have the braincell energy to think it up. Sooo, just ask around and I’ll do my best to answer!

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[alternis]

okay i dont normally do this but if you live in the uk and deal with hormonal acne/random pimples/body acne superdrug do a 'brightening toner' in their B range which is accidentally the best spot treatment ive ever used. put some on a cotton pad and dab it on wherever you have spots, go to bed. wake up with the spots either raised to a head or Fucking Obliterated. i have no idea how well it works as a daily toner bc i hate skincare in the lesbian style, but i just had to go buy my second bottle of it and i have never seen anybody else suggest or recommend it. i bought it on sale several years ago and it has been very kind to me and the skin that hates me. (you do have to make sure to put sunscreen on if you use it anywhere that sees sunlight though. bc of The Acids.)

the bottle looks like this. it is so unassuming and unsexy on the shelf! i feel like basting your face with acid every day is not so good an idea! but as spot treatment, it genuinely helps.

[drhauschkasg]

Revamp Your Routine with Hormonal Acne Skincare

Dealing with hormonal acne can be a persistent challenge, affecting not just our skin but also our confidence. The key to managing hormonal acne lies in adopting a targeted and effective skincare routine that addresses the root causes. Let's delve into how you can revamp your Best skincare for Hormonal acne routine and regain control over your skin, with a special spotlight on Dr. Hauschka's contributions to this journey.

Understanding Hormonal Acne:

Hormonal acne often arises due to fluctuations in hormone levels, particularly androgens like testosterone. These hormonal shifts can lead to increased sebum production, clogged pores, and inflammation, resulting in those pesky breakouts.

Tailoring Your Skincare Routine:

To effectively combat hormonal acne, a skincare routine tailored to address excess oil, inflammation, and overall skin health is crucial. Start with a gentle cleanser to remove impurities without stripping your skin. Look for ingredients like salicylic acid or tea tree oil, known for their acne-fighting properties.

Next, incorporate a targeted treatment such as Dr. Hauschka's Clarifying Day Oil. This product is a game-changer, blending nourishing botanical oils to balance and calm the skin. Its lightweight formula hydrates without clogging pores, providing a harmonious solution for acne-prone skin.

Hydration and Healing:

Hydration is essential, even for acne-prone skin. Opt for a non-comedogenic moisturizer to keep your skin hydrated without exacerbating acne. Dr. Hauschka's Rose Day Cream is a fantastic choice. Formulated with rose petal extract, it soothes and hydrates while supporting the skin's natural renewal processes.

Weekly Treatments for Long-term Results:

Incorporate a weekly treatment into your routine using Skin care products Singapore to target hormonal acne persistently. Dr. Hauschka's Clarifying Steam Bath and Clarifying Clay Mask work in tandem to deeply cleanse and refine the skin. The steam bath opens pores, allowing the mask's medicinal clay to absorb excess oil and impurities, leaving your skin visibly clearer and more balanced.

Conclusion:

Revamping your skincare routine for hormonal acne involves a holistic approach that balances, hydrates, and treats your skin with care. Dr. Hauschka's commitment to natural ingredients and effective formulations makes it a trusted ally in your journey to achieving radiant and clear skin. Embrace the transformative power of a well-crafted skincare routine, and say goodbye to hormonal acne woes.

[healthmonastery]

Battling Bacne: Getting Rid of Back Acne and Getting Clear Skin!!

Hey there, lovely readers! Are you tired of your skin throwing a wild bacne party on your back? Well, fret not, because we’re about to dive into the world of bacne and bring you the ultimate guide to kicking those pesky pimples to the curb! Say goodbye to the struggle and hello to radiant, clear skin – it’s time to unmask the culprit and explore some game-changing treatment options. Bacne…

[warmfaerie]

magical skin serum ✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹ ◝꒰ ´ ˘ `✿ ꒱

forced, exaggerated affirmations + booster ♡

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layer one - detailed, forced and dramatic ✿

♡ the skin on my face and body is plump, glossy, crystal clear, glassy, clean, pure, hydrated, flawless, perfect, moisturized, blurred, smooth, buttery, unblemished, glowy, healthy, soft, godly, ethereal, supple, beautiful, sparkly, lovely, unreal

♡ the skin on my face and body is 999999% free of and immune to acne, acne scars, blackheads, redness, hyperpigmentation, lines, wrinkles, dark circles, texture, large pores, excess oil, sensitivity, eczema, i’m literally immune to any skin issue that exists

♡ i always look like i have a filter on, i always look like i’m wearing luxurious, expensive makeup, i look like i’ve been photoshopped, i look youthful, i definitely won the genetic lottery, people are in disbelief when they see how perfect and unreal my skin is, skincare companies want to work with me because i’m simply the perfect model and advertiser for their products due to how unrealistically beautiful my skin is, i look like i bathe in holy water, my skin smells like vanilla, i look like an anime girl

♡ it doesn’t matter what i eat, drink, if i drink enough water or not, whether i get enough sleep or not, it doesn’t matter if i’m stressed, it doesn’t matter what phase of my cycle i’m in, circumstances are completely irrelevant, my skin has always looked perfect, it always looks perfect and it will always look perfect, period

♡ i have access to every skincare item i desire, i own a pink skincare fridge, sheet masks, hydrating eye patches, frownies, satin sheets and pillowcases, superfoods shots, a humidifier, a face steamer, foreo brushes, the best korean skincare, products from the ordinary, drunk elephant, cosrx, cerave, beauty of joseon, bioderma, youth to the people, byoma, glossier, glow recipe, there’s nothing i can’t afford and on top of that animal testing has been completely abolished everywhere in the world

layer two - simple and straight to the point ✿

♡ i have clean, healthy skin

♡ i eat healthy fats, like almond butter, organic eggs and avocado everyday

♡ i have soft, buttery skin from head to toes

♡ i am glowing

♡ i always look like i’m wearing makeup or a filter

♡ i have a pastel pink skincare fridge

♡ i always use the best skincare products

♡ i use brands like glossier, pixi, sunday riley, drunk elephant, korean brands, the ordinary…

♡ my pores are tight and my skin is smooth

♡ i am immune to aging and wrinkles

♡ i am immune to acne no matter what i eat, how much sleep i get and regardless of the state of my hormones

♡ i take care of my beautiful skin for pleasure, because it is effortlessly lovely and clean

♡ i never feel the urge to pick at my skin or pop my pimples

♡ i eat clean, beautiful foods everyday, which contributes to me having perfect skin

♡ i have lovely, porcelain skin, with no wrinkles, pimples, acne scars, redness, or any other skin issues

♡ the skin on my body is pure perfection

♡ i’m always glowing and moisturized

♡ i look youthful and cute

♡ people still ask me for my id because i simply do not age

♡ my skin is plump, smooth and moisturized, and my cheeks and lips are pretty and pink

♡ i have no dark circles and the skin around my eyes is buttery soft and free of wrinkles

♡ drinking water and staying hydrated comes naturally to me

♡ water tastes delicious to me, i’m obsessed with drinking it

layer three - booster for instant manifestation and ultimate detachment ✿

♡ my desires manifest instantly

♡ i only ever need to listen to a subliminal once and my desires instantly materialize

♡ i don't have to wait for my manifestations to come to fruition, i don't have to lift a finger either, it's done, creation is finished

♡ i get to live the life of my dreams starting now

♡ my desires have no choice but to manifest, my assumptions have no choice but to harden into facts, it's the law

♡ even if i see something in my 3d that upsets me i still remain in the new story

♡ even when i'm feeling down or having doubts my desires still materialize

♡ i'm completely detached from my 3d

♡ imagination is the only reality

♡ circumstances are completely irrelevant

♡ everything i have ever dreamed of already manifested, it all materialized months ago

♡ i don't have to wait, it's here, i get to live my dream life right now

♡ i accept the life i deserve

♡ i show no resistance

♡ i'm open to receiving countless blessings

♡ i let go of the old story

[jovoy]

absolutely ridiculous crazy person 13 step night time skincare routine to have still have bad skin but slightly better than it was but still really bad kindof but thats not the skincares fault you just have hormonal acne :( i i only use the differin gel and azelaic acid a couple times a week because it sensitizes my skin a lot. the vanicream daily moisturizer is the best in the world btw

[neopuppy]

MISS NEOPUPPY YOU ARE LITERALLY MOTHERRRR OMG, SO BEAUTIFUL!! Drop the skincare routine queen 😩

tysm😭😭 I have definitely handed out skincare advice before on my other account when asked I wish I could find that post lol

but I do a mixture of natural/chemical based, retin-A once a week or twice, mask often. basically skin cycling type of routine

also genetics ofc come into play bc I’ve been lucky to never really have dealt with acne but also I have been vegetarian for 10+ yrs and dont touch alcohol/any type of drugs/do my best to stay out of the sun and wear my SPF😅 its very srs for me

I had a battle with cystic acne like one yr randomly out of nowhere and nothing would help, no sulfur benzoyl retinol salicylic nothing producy wise. I tried doing a lot of probiotics at the time/cut dairy but🤷🏻‍♀️ the hormones of a woman are diabolical, truly.

LOVE makeup too but im definitely more particular abt what cosmetic products I will put on my skin and tend to stick to what I end up loving instead of trying numerous things😁

IDK HOW HELPFUL ANY OF THIS IS IM SORRY BUT IF UR DRY SKIN/NOT SENSITIVE I CAN PROBABLY GIVE BETTER ADVICE AS THATS MY SKIN TYPE😅🩷

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Most Popular Skin Care Ingredients

When it comes to skincare, the ingredients in your products are the real game-changers. Whether you’re dealing with acne, signs of aging, or simply want to maintain a healthy glow, understanding the most popular skincare ingredients can make all the difference. But with so many options out there, how do you know which ones to choose? Let’s break down the most popular skincare ingredients that everyone’s talking about and why they might be just what your skin needs.

8 Best Skin Care Ingredients For Great Skin

These highly effective skincare ingredients mentioned below will transform your skin and get you glowing.

1, Vitamin C: If you have uneven skin, sun spots, hormonal skin changes like melisma, or just skin dullness you can’t shake. Its time to get some Vitamin C.

2, Hyaluronic Acid: Hyaluronic acid is a fan five for its super gentle, yet effective, ability to increase your skin’s ability to retain moisture.

3, Salicylic Acid: Salicylic acid is a quick and effective way to keep breakouts at bay without over-drying your skin. Incorporate it in your routine to reach your clear skin goals. Read More