#EXPENSIVE HOBBY!! EXPENSIVE HOBBY!! EXPENSIVE HOBBY!!

[esotericfaeryfeminism]

I do think women tend to look strange (like aliens) or ugly with makeup on.

What I find really sad, is the ones who are so used to wearing it all the time, that they've destroyed their skin and now they wear makeup to not look like they're wearing makeup.

Young women, please just don't wear makeup in the first place. Don't start yourself into this obsessive, expensive habit of pandering to patriarchy, and giving yourself health problems that go beyond bad skin. Men aren't worth that, and you're worth so much more.

Most men (even if "only" subconsciously) view women who wear makeup as performing for them the way porn actors and prostitutes do.

I'd rather be considered ugly to everyone, than a desired rape victim.

While of course all of the blame for all rape lies with the rapist, that doesn't mean we have to make ourselves look like we're trying to attract them.

And, not that I would ever recommend that even straight women should take a chance on creatures with such high crime stats, but if you're going to keep dating them, cultivate your confidence in other ways. Learn new hobbies, sports if you want (but definitely self-defense) & muscle up. Read books or listen to podcasts about whatever interests you, to grow your mind too.

Do it for YOU primarily, and learn all of the red flags. The first time a red flag appears, don't be like me for decades and try to justify it with stuff other women have told you about how, "men are just like that".

Get toys if your hands bore you, and fantasize about fictional men. Your pleasure is always more important anyway. One of many reasons for why women are superior is that we're blessed with the easy ability to have multiple orgasms without penetration. There's never any need to deliberately risk pregnancy, as condoms break.

Before I realized I was (the original and real definition) of asexual (for those who think it only happens due to abuse, I have secretly known I had no real sexual attractions to others before I experienced sexual abuse), I felt deeply flawed because I wasn't attracted to anyone. I spent years trying to fake it til I made it by having a few relationships with men. Because that's what all people are brainwashed from birth to do. This is similar to how lesbians and gays have beards, because society is not designed to meet their needs with the equal compassion which they deserve.

However, as we're living in a world of people with sex drives which are aligned towards others, my view is unique in that I naturally (and healthily) lack the drive to attract a partner.

I do appreciate that most women are not asexual, and so there are more driven and easily programmed reasons for why many continue to pander to patriarchy, or mask as non-radfems by wearing makeup.

I think as women we should all try to consider that people may have valid reasons for that behaviour. Maybe where they live they get less (or no) unwanted male attention for masking through wearing makeup.

Makeup-obsessed girl: You have nice skin. What's your routine?

Me: Hot water and soap.

Makeup-obsessed girl: ...Oh. Have you ever thought of just using eye makeup? I can show you the best type of concealer and best colours for you.

Me: No thanks.

Makeup-obsessed girl: Come on, are you sure? You said you're single, well, you want to stand out, right?

Me: No. I'm happy single.

Makeup-obsessed girl: ...What about your eye-brows? I know a quick -

Me: I said no thanks. I think everyone looks better without makeup. Wear it if you want, even though it's unhealthy because it ages skin and contains harmful chemicals linked to health problems. I see no reason to be ashamed of my natural face, and I don't care that some people think I'm ugly. Nature is beauty and as a part of nature, I'm beautiful.

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The brainwashing to tow the line for patriarchy is sad in all kinds of ways. Usually when I have this kind of conversation, the other woman reacts as if I'm being rude for stating a preference and trying to prompt her to research the harmful effects of makeup.

And if I thought it was a friendship that was developing, then it goes nowhere.

The wild animals who coercively rape them are fawned over, yet the rest of us women who don't sacrifice our own dignity to fit in and put our throats up for men to slice, are discarded.

[katuschka]

Stargazers

Jake Kiszka x f!reader 1.560 words

/#gvfvalentines2025 – watching the stars/

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): disappointment, Valentine's dinner gone wrong, tension, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, tears, descriptions of vast spaces, comfort

“Please, just stop it already. I’m here. We’re here. It’s a date. Could you at least stop making those faces?” Jake downed his glass of wine and huffed through his nose. Now it was him making faces.

I tried, but I couldn’t help it. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it and just enjoy myself, I felt disappointed. And – seeing his annoyed face and seeming lack of understanding – almost miserable. He took me to a fancy restaurant – something which I never insisted on. What I really wanted was to spend the day with him. One whole day. Just once! I made the plans, I bought the tickets! All he had to do was to show up. And he did not. 

And thus we ended up eyeing each other sourly over a candlelit dinner. The food was delicious, but we lost our appetite. 

“You know, I even took a day off,” I mumbled reproachfully, while trying to murder the caramelized pear with my fork. 

Jake leaned back on his chair and started tapping his fingers on the table. Clearly, I was making him uneasy. Well, good…

“I already apologized. It was an emergency meeting.” 

“Jake, you’re a rock musician, not a member of a war committee. And the planetarium was much more important than this.” I should have gone alone. If he can prioritize his own obsessions and hobbies, so should I. I had been making compromises all the time. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I screwed up. I tried to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And you know I’m not really into this kind of stuff.” 

By ‘this kind of stuff’ he meant conventional romantic gestures, no doubt. The problem is that I never demanded it in the first place. 

My eyes fell on the bouquet of blood red roses that lay on the table on my right. They were pretty, but I could do without them. What’s the point, anyway? What is it supposed to symbolize… to kill a flower? I already mourned how they would inevitably fade under my watch. Jake knew this about me, and therefore I knew it was a last minute, panicked purchase. “But that’s the point Jake. Me neither. I don’t need expensive wine, and I don’t need you to dress up like that… you look fantastic, by the way.” It made him smirk, but he refused to look at me, and my heart sank. I definitely didn’t want to make him feel like nothing was good enough for me. I just wanted him to understand. “All I wanted was to watch the stars with you,” I added mournfully. 

The sentimental confession contained in that last sentence was like opening the door to all the feelings I had been trying to suppress all day or maybe even longer. I felt suddenly overwhelmed. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” I felt the table perhaps too quickly, but I didn’t want him to see me like that, on the verge of tears. I still wasn’t completely sure they were justified, because Jake DID try to make it right. He DID apologize, and made amends. I just still felt that way. 

When I came back, composed enough to at least try to save the rest of the evening, I found our table already cleared and him standing next to it. I internally braced myself for another round of this passive-aggressive emotional fight, but he just smiled and offered me his hand. 

We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the city far behind, spending the whole time pretty much in silence. It was a pleasant kind of quiet, though. Jake was humming something that sounded a bit like Bowie and I just got lost in my thoughts. It was a clear, cloudless night and the muffled sound of the engine almost lulled me to sleep. I barely noticed that we exited the highway…

“Are we leaving? What is this?”

“It’s a surprise. Just please, come with me.” He simply led me to his car, opened the door for me and soon we were on our way to god know where. I asked him, but he wouldn’t tell me, just mumbled something about Josh ‘mentioning it once and then he remembered’… It didn't make much sense. 

Jake suddenly stopped in the middle of some field road pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Confused, I watched him turn off the lights, unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car. He obviously expected me to do the same, because when I didn’t move, he walked around the vehicle and once again opened the door for me. 

“Jake…? You know, if you wanted to get rid of me, you could have just dumped me,” I tried to joke, but I think I must have looked and sounded alarmed, because he took and kissed my hand with a wicked smirk before he motioned to me to follow him outside the car. 

“Nothing like that baby, I’m simply fulfilling your wish.”

I understood what he meant the moment I straightened and looked around… or looked up, to be more precise, since there was nothing around to look at anyway. The sight took my breath away. We were far away from the city lights, so light pollution was significantly lower here. There were almost no trees around. Above us only sky, as the wise man once sang. 

Have you ever really looked at the night sky? I mean REALLY looked at it, as in trying to understand what you’re actually seeing… I’m pretty much a city girl, so my new and growing fascination with the Universe was based mostly on books and documentaries so far. I had seen the stars before, of course, but that was mostly just a few shiny dots on black nothing. The sea of wonders that was now extending above me took my breath away completely. 

All those feelings I had had while learning about planets and supernovas, quasars and different galaxies, it was all multiplied now as I watched the indescribable vastness of space with mixed feelings of awe and happiness and dread…

“Jake…,” I whispered, “this is so beautiful.” My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness around us, so when I looked at him, I could make out the outline of his profile, illuminated only by the tiny lights above. 

“I knew you’d like it… oh! Wait a minute.” He let go of my hand and disappeared behind the car, only to return a moment later with binoculars and a blanket that he kept folded up under his right arm. 

“It’s not much, but better than nothing. I tried it once…,” he tried to explain as he handed me the binoculars. “See the Pleiades there? We can see just seven of them with the naked eye, but try this.”

I did… and gasped. It felt almost like discovering a brand new reality. I must have spent a few whole minutes staring just at that one “tiny” spot. 

We were not dressed for an outdoor trip like that and I felt my heels sinking into the half frozen, muddy road. I started shivering too. Jake unbuttoned his coat and wrapped us both in it before he spread out the blanket with one swish of his arm and threw it over us. 

I leaned against him and rested my tilted head on his shoulder. It gave Jake an easy access to my exposed neck and he planted a soft kiss on my jugular, making me shiver again. 

“It’s funny how many cute names those coincidental star clusters have… Seven Sisters. They’re so far away from one another and yet they truly look so close from here. Some people call them ‘Chickens’, did you know that?”

“No…” was all I managed to whisper back. 

“Yeah, I think it’s all about making it less frightening and more familiar. When you name something ‘a flock of chicks’, you can forget that in reality, it’s a huge mass of deadly gasses in an inexplicably vast space… It somehow puts it on the same level with our daily reality, making it less irrelevant and mundane.”

It was exactly how I felt, and he was putting it to words. We were so tiny, so insignificant, and yet he meant EVERYTHING to me, simply because he was Jake. My Jake. 

“I think it’s the same with love,” he continued. “Love and hate are complex, abstract ideas, hard to understand sometimes, and often scary. Yet the names we gave them, respectively, make the difference. Pronouncing ‘love’ feels like getting ready for a kiss. But hate? You huff the word through your nose with disgust. We embraced love. We write poems and songs about it, all of it only to disguise the fact that it's a frightening concept...”

“Do I frighten you, Jake?” I asked tentatively.

He kissed my hair and then pressed his lips on my earlobe. “No, not you. You’re real. I can feel your heartbeat. You have a face. And a name. Your mind is a home, and your soul the hearth.”

I didn’t even realize I started crying, not until I could taste the salty tear on my upper lip. Jake held me tight, with his arms wrapped firmly around my shivering body. I was no longer trembling because of the cold. “I love you, too.”

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[hkevisvlsvso]

Oh finally made oc

(Thanks to @zeroskiis who did the oc generator :3 i started to create this because of it but i fell in love with him and made him like really detailed)

So,

Yapping about my oc:

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Basic information:

Name: Lucas Salix Baresi

Age: 16(or like the same age as everyone in the series i just thought it all like as aged up)

Pronouns: he/him(male)

Nationality: 🇩🇪/🇮🇹

Sexuality: panromantic, demisexual

Team: Siegers

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Appearance:

Skin tone: ligh(i think?)

Eyes: gray

Hair: dark brown, messy and uneven hair that reaches roughly a little below the shoulders, and messy bangs (I tried to draw his face, the end result was scary, maybe you'll get a picture of his face someday, if I ever get anything even remotely good done)

Nose: straight and long nose bridge(i don'tknow how to describe it :D...)

Face shape: pretty angular

Special things: his left eye injured when he was 4 yo. Can't now say anything of it cause i don't know how these eyethings work but like there's no pupil or iris and the whole eye is smaller and lower than the other if yk what i mean? He could of course use a glass eye but it looks more cool without it :3

Clothing style: like... downtown boy, crunge, sometimes a bit punkish and everything between these, or just the basic dwk-core clothes :')

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Just some random information:

Hobbies: soccer, skateboarding, making songs, his parents forced him to take guitar lessons so he learned chords there and now he's saving money for an electric guitar cause it would be cool to play it, and he enjoys making lyrics too

Favorite food: nuggets :3

Likes: skateboarding, waching people drawing, rain, night, adrenaline, climbing on things and buildings that are illegal to climb, high places,speed,freedom, peace, writing

Dislikes: his parents, being stuck in some people or places or situations, apples

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Some lore/idk just everything you need to know about him:

☆ he lived next door to Michi when he was like 0-8 years old so he became friends with Michi. When he was 9, his dad got a good job and they became rich(well, not rich like Deniz or Markus but they had been like really broke before) and moved to a more expensive and big house. Lucas transferred to another school closer to his new home, but he still spent time with Michi in his freetime. One day Michi introduced Lucas to his schoolmates and Lucas started hanging out with them all and that's how he became a part of Siegers. Lucas lived quite far from all the other Siegers, so he wasn't always with them, that's probably why it took so long until he even heard of the Wild bunch. Once when he was just playing soccer alone, Deniz saw him and they played together and spent the whole evening together, but Deniz didn't tell about his team. They had fun and Lucas thought that Deniz is really cool and wanted to be better friends with him, but before he could tell Deniz his address, his mom just came to him and told him to come home, so lucas just said bye and ran away cause he thought it was embarrassing. Then like 5 days after that when lucas was chilling with Siegers, they saw the Wild Bunch(yea i still have no idea what to call them :'D). Lucas saw how mean Michi was to them, and saw how cool the Wilden Kerle looks and saw Deniz there and Deniz looked at lucas and looked firstly a bit shocked and then just angry and Lucas immediately knew he wanted to be friends with the Wild bunch and kick Michi's ass but he couldn't do it. At some point, when Lucas is an angsty teenager, he starts to argue with his parents often and be less and less at home and more and more hang out with Siegers. He doesn't want to be their friend anymore but he doesn't have anyone else so he has to be with them or be alone. Of course he would choose to be alone, but if he leaves Siegers, he becomes their enemy, and no one wants to be enemies with Siegers. Hanging out more with Siegers means seeing more The wild soccer bunch too, Lucas just looks at them and wants to do something while the Siegers are beating them. He wants to hang out with wilde kerle (and Adam!! Lucas has seen him too and said like two words in his life to him, but he thinks Adam is cool and wants to be his friend). But he is stuck in siegers and hopeless lonely shit. What happens next? Does Lucas leave the siegers? And if yes, will he ever become friends with Wilden Kerle? Can the wild bunch ever forgive his past? The story is not over yet...

(Oookay what the fuck)

☆ he has come out to almost everyone else in the world except his parents(they are really strict and conservative)(lucas is trans if i haven't told it already, i don't remember :') )

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Ohh hell yohh tried to draw his clothes:

[artfulparadox]

Alcohol markers in general don't tear up even printer paper the way even the nicest, most expensive water-based markers do (though they bleed through like a motherfucker, so put something underneath!), which means you don't have to worry as much about putting down too much ink (as op mentioned), and you can layer colors without worrying about the paper shredding; printer paper can only take maybe a couple of layers before the ink starts bleeding into surrounding areas, but that still lets you get more out of a smaller number of markers, and it also means you can go over mistakes in a darker color without too much worry. ;) This has to do with the basic physical and chemical properties of water vs alcohol, so it should apply to even the cheapest, shittiest alcohol markers!

And you can use the so-called "blender" to lift areas of pigment (it actually...isn't really a blender--you can find out more by looking up tips for copics and alcohol markers). It's not exactly an eraser, but it can lighten things quite a bit, which is useful for ameliorating mistakes as well as for creating cool effects! Alcohol markers also don't show lines between strokes the way, again, even nice water-based markers do, so you can use messier or jerkier hand movements without it coming out looking childish.

My first alcohol markers were a store brand set from Hobby Lobby (yes I know, but I didn't know then, okay?) years ago, and they actually were really great aside from the somewhat limited number of colors (but they have a wider variety of colors and sets last I looked). Michaels now also has a line of store-brand alcohol markers, and I think Jo-Ann might as well! Ohuhu is also a great lower-priced alternative to Copic that has been skyrocketing in popularity--the only complaint I've seen is that you can't buy all the colors individually, and there is no set that includes every color (not even the big 320 marker set). Every review I can find gushes about the high quality of the markers, though. They also have a line of water-based markers that are designed to be much kinder to paper, which I can attest to personally (they'll start tearing it up eventually, but it takes a few layers/a lot of saturation to get there) as well as pens, colored pencil, and acrylic markers. :)

also, like, re: adult coloring with alcohol markers specifically, if you struggle with grip, tremor, pressing too hard with pencils, other hand issues and fine motor etc - i'm finding the alcohol markers to be particularly satisfying for controlling with a tight and aggressive grip while their smooth flow makes it so really don't have to press at all, let alone worry about how hard, and they're forgiving enough that a shaky hand can go unnoticed once you're familiar with them. they actually work better for me than regular markers, which I always oversaturate and tear the paper with because I don't have the control necessary for the smooth back and forth people do, but these alcohol markers can thrive with smaller jerkier movements

[borom1r]

trying to talk myself down from buying more viking garb for the ren fest this fall even though there is no way in fuck I’m wearing 100% wool in September and all my original ren fest garb was uh. Dog Shit(tm)

also oscillating wildly back and forth between “keep the viking garb and ren fest garb separate” and just going “fuck it” and embracing full viking all the time

[jellyaibo]

closed species are so funny like what if i just make a design . will you fucking stop me? ooooOOoooo ill make a primagen oooOOoO THE PENCIL IS ON MY PAAAAPER OOOOoooOoOOo

[thevices]

I would be hard pressed to buy a $200 sweater but if I spend $250 on yarn and have to knit it myself it’s actually basically free

[jezebelgoldstone]

YES OKAY DESPAIR NOT I'VE GOT YOU FRIEND.

Briefly: I learned how to crochet when I was six, and did so regularly until I was in my mid-twenties. Then I started getting pain in my thumb. It got so bad and I was so scared of carpal tunnel and arthritis that I stopped crocheting for about 5 years. I didn't talk to a doctor or anything about it because I was convinced they were going to tell me I could never crochet again, and I knew I just couldn't handle hearing that. Somewhere in those five years knitting started to hurt my wrists as well, so I prioritized typing and gave up knitting too.

So like I said about 5 years after I hadn't crocheted at all, I finally managed to work up the emotional fortitude to talk to my doctor about it.

If you have pain from doing your hobbies, things that make you happy, then that means that you are having pain that is lowering your quality of life and you do deserve medical care for it. I'm not a doctor & you should talk to your own doctor too because our situations may be very different, obviously.

That said! I'm going to tell you what worked for me!

Me: my joints hurt when i knit or crochet. I'm worried im developing arthritis.

Dr: How do you manage the pain when you knit or crochet?

Me: I don't. I stopped doing either a few years ago.

Dr, emphatic: oh no no no! You can't STOP! That will just make it worse!

Me: ...wat

Dr: if you stop doing those motions with your joints, or stop using those joints altogether, that will cause them to deteriorate!

Me: so i just... push through the pain...?

Dr: the pain is caused by irritation and swelling, which will ALSO cause deterioration. What you need to do is take an anti-inflammatory like ibuprofen about fifteen minutes before you start knitting or crochetting. Do that for a while and you won't develop arthritis.

Me: sounds fake but okay.

Fam I took an advil and fifteen minutes later knitted or crocheted for an hour or two like three times and i was fine.

So after the doctor told me that there was no reason I should have to give up two hobbies that I love so much, I started paying more attention to how I crochet and I have come up with the below list.

Jez's 3 Easy Steps to Not Fuck Your Joints While Crocheting or Knitting

See above re: talking to doctors and also using ibuprofen to manage joint irritation swelling & pain.

COMFORTABLE ERGONOMIC TOOLS. Can't stress this one enough. For knitting, this means using only wooden knitting needles and never metal or plastic. The lighter the needle the better. For crocheting, this means getting those crochet hooks with the rubber padding on the end. Yes they are more expensive than the plain metal hooks, but guys, these are life-changing. Life-saving, even. Also I know we all hate shein and amazon, but amazon has sets of the lightest bamboo needles ive ever found at like ten pairs for seven dollars, & shein has padded ergonomic crochet hooks in all the normal sizes generally for like under two or three dollars a pop. Get you some bamboo knitting needles & padded ergonomic crochet hooks I am begging.

Pay attention to your actual movements when you crochet! I hold the crochet hook a little funky (like a pencil instead of with my whole hand) but that alone isn't enough to do harm. It turns out one of my problems was that I was using the hook to grab the loop and pull it onto the shaft of the hook, and in so doing I was rolling my thumb. So I was rolling my thumb literally every stitch. I started keeping the hook still and pushing the point through the loops instead, thereby also keeping my thumb still, et voila! It took a little while to get used to, but this also has been life-altering!

Don't give up! You deserve to be able to do the things you love and that make you happy without pain and without stressing that you're destroying your body! I know it seems like the kind of thing that doctors wouldn't pay attention to, but your hobbies causing pain lowers your quality of life and you do deserve medical care for it! Even if your doctor sucks or you don't have access to medical care, you can still do other things that will lessen the stress on your joints!

ok quastion for the crocheters. has crocheting ever caused you pain on the base of your thumb in the hand holding the hook?? I dont think I'm holding it weird or clenching my hand and yet. guess what's hurty

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[hollowtones]

Hi Holly, whenever you take screenshots in steam games has me wondering if you take pictures of things that you come across in real life or is the video game environment something that has greater interest due to its non-physicality? (Sorry if this has been asked before)

I do photography IRL as a hobby, too! I like real pictures & video game screenshots for different but similar reasons.

For video games specifically there's something really neat to me about having a non-real space to explore. The suggestion of a space out of space and time, tangible but not physical, smoke and mirrors to suggest something that isn't there or to give form to something abstract that could never be. IDK! I've always found it compelling. That's less about taking pictures and more just me being fascinated by digital spaces & game development in general. LOL

At the end of the day just I like trying to capture a moment. Fun to think about different angles and different perspectives & how that changes how we feel.

[wordfather]

accepting the fact that you suck ass and no one give a shit is the first step towards having fun with a new hobby

[amygdalae]

wait im sposed to be doing stats homework rn how did i end up browsing gothic lolita clothing and accessories get me out of here

[clawsoutspotsoff]

"Meowdy, purr-dner." "I will shoot you."

we were talkin' 'bout wild west aus and of course I went into a trance and drew this instead of sleeping

[3-aem]

my toxic trait is picking up random hobbies on a whim like today i went shopping for a cardigan but found No cardigan i liked and so i naturally decided that i can just knit one even tho the only thing i have ever knit was a 8” by 3” rectangle in 5th grade that just looked so pathetic-

[klunpro]

I may not be a professional but I am neurodivergent and have watched at least one (1) YouTube tutorial video

So I will DIY it even if it kills me

[emmg]

Soo this is kind of random, but that post about emmrich’s perfume reminded me that I kind of want to get more into perfumes. This is basically an invitation to talk about perfumes as a hobby, and what kinds you like :D

Oh BABY, don’t do me like that. I legit almost went into chemistry just to chase a career in perfumery, lmfao. That’s how deep this obsession runs. I could yap, yap, and keep yapping about this all day long. Honestly, it’s a miracle I ever shut up about it.

Instead, I’m gonna come up with headcanon fragrances for the rest of the Lighthouse gang 💅

Harding: At first, I was like, “Oh, something botanical, some nice flowers, maybe a vibe that screams spring meadow.” You know, all gentle and fresh. But then I remembered this absolute banger (seriously, it’s SO good.) Harding is basically a walking cinnamon roll, so obviously she’d go for something cozy and sweet. Like, something that smells like home, her ma’s pastries, and those traveling fairs in Ferelden. Soooooo:

Davrin: ‘nuff said

Neve: She’s a busy woman, she doesn’t have time to overthink it, but she’s still a walking statement. So yeah, Molecule 01 it is. It’s unique, it’s effortless, and it’s different on everyone. Some people won’t even pick up on it, but the ones who do? Oh, they’ll know. A little woody, a lot special. No one smells like her, and that’s exactly the point.

Lucanis: Mr. Fancy Assassin Man, Mr. “How much can a banana cost? $10?”, Mr. Generational Wealth himself. The Crows send their goddamn regards and you better believe they smell amazing while doing it.

Taash: Taash is either proudly marinating in their own BO just to ruin someone’s day (definitely Emmrich) or grudgingly leaning into something mossy, woody, or mineral because, surprise, those are the only scents they’ve ever bothered to admit they like. Their mom gave it to them as a gift, and now they sneakily use it when the urge strikes. But not in front of her. Maker forbid she ever gets the satisfaction of being right. Sooooo:

Bellara: Happy, happy, happy! She’s a total designer gal. Niche fragrances? Who needs ’em when you can bathe in Sephora testers until your skin breaks out? She’d go feral in there, spritzing everything in arm’s reach, and probably leave with a fresh allergy. She’s absolutely a Daisy girl: basic, but in an adorable way.

Thank you for encouraging my interests and also for staying for this Ted Talk 😂