#Fragrance Fest

[chlorinecake]

「 𓍯𓂃 I KISSED HER FOREHEAD AND NOW SHE'S 𝒢IVING ME CRYSTALS ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 」

𝐢𝐞. super Y2K crush scenarios with 𝐍𝑒𝕨 𝐉𝚎𝐚𝕟s

── ✰⋆⁺ 𓊆ྀི . . path to bookshelf ◍ 𓊇ྀི 🔮 虹 . . . 𝔸ᶰĎ ��𝐨𝕌 ?. . .

❖︎ pa𝓲ring .ᐟ 뉴진스 x female!reader

❖ g𝓮nre .ᐟ fluff, comfort, wlw, friends to lovers

❖ 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 count .ᐟ 𝟏,𝟎𝟒𝟏 total ✩ ✩ ✩

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 ── ❝ You smell pretty today... ❞

“You too!” You blurted out, right before realizing you'd gotten your words mixed up, “Wait- I meant to say you look pretty, but... I guess I mean both? Gosh, does that even make sense?”

A tiny smile spread across Minji's features at your adorable timidness, her boot-clad feet taking a few steps towards you before pulling you close, gracing your frame with a tender hug, “It makes perfect sense, weirdo… thanks...”

Her voice was calm and soothing as usual, despite the way it made butterflies swarm in the spot where your heart should be. You couldn't really explain it, but something about Minji's energy always had a way of making you look and feel like a lovesick geek by time you got a proper sentence out—

“So,” she began again, breaking from the embrace and looking you straight in the eye, her hands resting at your shoulders, “when were you gonna tell me about this little crush you have on me?”

Your eyes widened like you had seen a ghost, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips as she tilted her head at you, just as you muttered a distracting, “Right after I told you which Victoria's Secret fragrance I'm wearing?”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐌 ── ❝ Crystals? As a gesture?... ❞

“Pfft, of course!” Hanni replied matter-of-factly, “just like how you gave me coins for that gum-ball machine we passed earlier… but who's keeping track of all that stuff anyways?”

“You, apparently...,” you said as a gentle laugh escaped your lips at her quirky reply, “but touché, Hanni Pham... what should I do with these?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, cupping your right palm in her own as the colorful stones glittered beneath the mall’s sunroof, “you can put them under your pillow at night!... o-or maybe even stash them in your purse so you can think about me wherever you go!”

“As if I'd need a crystal’s assistant with that,” you teased, ruffling her hair slightly with your free hand. “These are cool, though,” you went on, heart warming at both the feeling of your hand in hers and at the unique gift, “very sweet of you...”

“Eh, I tryyyy,” she replied smugly, right before blowing a tiny pink bubble with the gum she chewed, only to spit the leftover candy into a napkin and ask, “wanna close your eyes and guess what flavor you taste on me?...”

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 ── ❝ I like your sweater… ❞

“Oh, this old thing?” Danielle asked with her warm Australian accent, taking the colorful sweater’s hem in her fingers to examine it's loose threads, “My nana knit this for me like... forever ago...”

“Well it's cool to see she was a step ahead of fashion trends back then,” you smiled, letting your hand brush over the soft yarn of her sleeve... That's when a certain question arose in your head:

“Random, but by chance, are you any good with using chopsticks?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, for sure! I’m basically a pro at it,” she boasted, flipping her curly locks in a cartoonish manner.

“Sweet! I have two coupons for two different places. One for a craft store, and another for a sushi bar… only thing is that they both expire tomorrow,” You went on, hoping that she'd catch your drift without you having to state any specifics...

“Oh? Well it'd be a total bummer to let them go to waste,” she shrugged, hooking her arm in yours before tugging you along with her, “we better get going quick before they run out of sashimi… or yellow yarn…”

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I come in please...? ❞

You heard a gentle voice call from behind your bedroom door, face buried into the largest pillow you could find given the sob-fest you had earlier…

“The door’s unlocked,” you sniffled, turning over on your bed to face her as she peaked from behind the door, her bright smile not even fading at the sight of you.

“I brought some heartwarming treats and DVD’s!” She began, voice just as pleasant as it always was. Haerin made her way to sit beside you on the bed, opening one of your favorite candy bars and handing it to you.

“How’d y’know I was upset?” You asked before taking a bite of the candy, chuckling a bit at the way she watched you so intently while doing so.

“I didn’t,” she went on plainly, “… I already wanted to surprise you today and just got lucky that it ended up being at a time where you needed it most…”

“Awww,” you pouted, dropping the candy bar to pull her into a hug, “you’re literally the best friend I could ask for, Haerin… thank you for coming to see me…”

“Of course,” she whispered, mind lingering on the word friend for a moment, even though she was certain you meant something a little more than that…

“So,” she began again, breaking from the contact and reaching for the TV remote, “Wanna rewatch Mean Girls or Clueless first?”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I touch your hair? ❞

You asked the question for one reason: You were bored out of your mind from waiting at the bus stop, and playing with Hyein’s hair seemed like a fun way to pass the time…

“Oh, sure!” She chirped, immediately straightening her posture on the park bench as you scooted closer to where she sat, taking her wavy locks into your grasp.

Hyein’s round eyes wandered to the sparkly pink Juicy Couture purse you wore over your shoulder, compelling her to ask, “What’s in the bag?”

“Oh- just some barrette’s and hair clips I got from Claire’s yesterday,” you replied, pausing to click open your purse and show her the different kinds, “Thought you might be interested in some extra bling, so…”

“You know me far too well then, ____,” she smiled, scanning each package with her eyes before suggesting that you decide which hair-clip style she would wear, and vice versa.

You let out a simple “Okay” at her offer, reaching for the pack of silver shooting stars for her hair while she held the pack of butterfly clips beside your face, a satisfied look spreading across her features.

“These are gonna look gorgeous on you,” Hyein smiled, right before opening the pack of butterflies clips and popping a few different colored ones in her palm, “This is too fun already, hehe… I can decorate your hair first, right?…”

ʚ 𝐀𝒰𝐓ᕼ𝕆𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝕆T𝐸: I decided to explore the wlw genre for a change, and I have no one other than @jwanniie to thank for inspiring me to experiment on my platform in such a way through her works... I've always wanted to write for my fav GG's just like how I write for my fav BG's, but simply never found the courage to until now ~ Hopefully you guys enjoyed what I came up with! ɞ

❖ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr -> if GG content isn’t your thing, pls lmk and I’ll refrain from tagging you in such posts moving forward :3

[blushcoloreddreams]

Your guide to perfume layering

1. Simmilar + similar

To highlight a note of your preference combine two fragrances that have it present in their olfactory pyramid. This won’t change the scent much just amplify it your favorite aspects of it. Example: Bianco latte with vanilla 28, two vanilla fragrances (although the first one is a lighter fluffy vanilla and the other a darker boozy vanilla) or Bianco latte with Dama Bianca (my personal favorite combo) to create the perfect sweet and delicate vanilla . Or if you want something with rose + rose you can combine Delina with Delina exclusif of Delina with Roses vanille or even Delina with intense cafe since they all have that rose accord.

2. Complex + simple

I have two types of simple perfumes that work well for anything. The first being “simple” straightforward vanilla scents like Bianco latte to add a touch of sweetness to another type of fragrance like wood, ouds, and florals. This really helps with exploring other types of fragrances and slowly leaving your comfort zone. I talk about Bianco latte a lot since it’s one that I feel can wear everyday just rotating what I’ll combine with it. If you want other vanilla suggestions here’s a little list: Vanilla 28 (this one was actually created to be layered with other Kayali fragrances), commodity milk, vanilla skin, vanilla bourbon, Madagascar vanilla, Dulce, cloud, happy dust and tihota). Another type of scent that I use to layer with everything is a “second skin” scent like a simple clean musk scent like dedcool milk, white rice, glossier you, not a perfume, Rosie, l’eau papier, 11 11. This will add a background of cleanliness to whatever other scent you are wearing. If a fragrance has two notes you detect well like you can choose one aspect to enhance. Example cherry and oud like in “invite only” by Kayali I can mix it with love fest burning cherry to accentuate the cherry or amplify the oud by adding oud for greatness

4. Minimize what you don’t care for

For example, if you live in a hotter climate and you think it’s not appropriate to wear that sweet perfume you can add something citrus forward to give it a bit of tanginess and balance it out. I do this with one of my favorite combos La vie est belle l’eclat and CK IN 2 U

3. Layer well known acords

If you want to be really artsy and act like a perfumer you can layer perfumes that are common in accords

Examples

Fruity + floral

Floral + fresh

Saffron + leather

Rose + lychee

Green + citrus

Mossy + citrus

Tea + lactonic

Lactonic + coffee

Final tip: I find it easier to layer fragrances that are simpler or designer fragrances because they are blended together to be simple enough where you can understand them where niche fragrances can sometimes have so much going on that is hard to classify on a simple category and it’s easy to make them clash with something making them harder to layer.

[rabbit-flaying]

A Taste of Paradise chapter one

Content Warnings: pet whump, drugging, kidnapping, carewhumper, emotional manipulation, manipulative whumper and whumpee, dubiously consensual intimacy (nonsexual), mild xenophobia

Note: Thanks a million to @kira-the-whump-enthusiast for being my editor a few months ago. And I am once again apologizing for my disappearance.

Ezra roused himself from a deep sleep. He didn't feel all that well rested, but foggy in the mind and disconnected from any sense of physical touch.

The first thing he noticed was the lavender. A sweet but bitter edged smell, too natural to be a common fragrance yet too strong to come from a growing plant.

It reminded Ezra of a field trip he had taken as a teenager. They had gone to see a lavender farm, which had been a snooze fest until fire caught a tree on the farm and they had to evacuate.

He realized, then, he was laying with his head on someone's lap.

Someone was playing with his hair.

Ezra's eyes shot open, revealing that he was anywhere but his apartment. Rather, he was laying on a sofa in a cozy sort of living room, in the snug embrace of a knit blanket.

A fire flickered in the hearth, despite all evidence of the home's electricity like overhead lights and electrical switches on the walls. The lights weren't in use, for more than enough sunlight streamed in through the windows.

He had never been so comfortable.

"Ah, awake at last. How lovely."

The voice evidently belonged to the man playing with Ezra's hair. His tone was calming, despite bearing a Russian accent which Americans were conditioned to distrust immediately. Ezra felt this gut reaction to be unfair, but he wasn't in any mental state to start unpacking it.

Ezra sat up and rubbed his eyes, bringing the world further into focus. But all he could comprehend was the firm hand on his shoulder, holding him still and showing affection in the same instance.

His company looked familiar, despite Ezra's certainty that they had never met. He looked to be about forty, maybe older, smile lines etched on his skin and gray streaks in his mousy brown hair. His glasses were circular, in a style that hadn't been popular for a long time.

Ezra had never missed time or lost memories before, and was suddenly sympathetic to people with regular dissociation. Maybe this was what his online friend Isadora was always joking about.

"Where am I?" he asked. "Sorry, sorry, that's rude, isn't it? I've never woken up in some guy's house before. Not that kind of a person- Wait, sorry again. Who are you?"

"It's quite alright," the man said. "My name is Christopher Vadimevich. And I already know who you are, my dear Ezra."

"Christopher Vad- what?" The need for clarification embarrassed him. He always gave people hell for not being able to pronounce Arabic names, but now he was stumped on a Russian one.

"My apologies. Most Americans don't use patronymics, do they? My name is Christopher Kotev. But just Christopher will do."

Ezra tried for politeness. "Nice to meet you, sir. I don't know what's happening here. But my job at Safeway probably isn't going to give me more sick leave just for having amnesia. So I'd better go now, if that's alright with you."

"Oh, stay awhile." Christopher's smile reached his light brown eyes, looking perfectly genuine despite his strange words. "I'll make you some tea, and I have borscht almost done cooking."

Ezra inhaled deeply through his nose, the smell of lavender proving nearly as overwhelming as his confusion. He definitely had amnesia.

Was this Christopher taking care of him?

On that note… What year was it? Covid came with awful time loss, of course, but surely it still had to be 2021.

He would just have to play along. Every problem had a solution. His whole life had been spent finding them, no matter how tough things got. And besides, no horror movie was ever set in a cozy home with Tchaikovsky playing from a vinyl record.

This couldn't be too unpleasant, now could it?

"Well?" Christopher asked. "Won't you stay for lunch?"

"Yes, I sure will." Ezra forced a smile, mentally rewinding their conversation. "Um, what's borscht? I'm totally pronouncing that wrong, but anyway. What is it?"

This was just like him. Missing the forest for the trees, and in turn even missing the trees themselves in favor of their leaves. He had always been one to fill in the center of jigsaw puzzles before doing the edges. If he was eating with a stranger, he may as well ask what's on the menu.

"It's a sort of stew," Christopher readily explained. "Very popular in Russia after potatoes were brought over from Americas. Everyone makes it differently, but all with beets and cabbage and such things."

"That sounds nice. I can't remember the last time I had stew."

"Come along to the kitchen then. It's almost done."

Christopher stood up, and Ezra automatically did the same. He didn't complain when Christopher put a hand on his shoulder and guided him to the kitchen. 'Sit still and look pretty' was second nature, especially in confusing predicaments. And besides. What choice did he have?

The dining room looked straight out of an edition of Home and Garden. It got put to proper use, with ceramic plates in the sink and children's crayon drawings held to the fridge with magnets.

But still, it was squeaky clean, not a speck of dirt in sight. Ezra hadn't mastered the art of making soup without spilling on the stovetop, but Christopher evidently had.

A light blue cloth draped over the table, and on it was a centerpiece of a golden angel standing on a lace doily and holding two unlit candles in her hands. Flowerpots sat on every windowsill and other available flat surface. Mostly lavender, of course, alongside forget-me-nots and jasmine.

Ezra felt painfully out of place. But he sat at the table anyway, with his back against the wall so he could watch Christopher busy himself in the kitchen.

"It's so nice to have company for lunch," he was saying. "I get lonesome by myself."

"Well… I'm happy to be here," Ezra lied, taking a stab at lightening the mood. "I mean, I can't complain as long as you're feeding me, right?"

Christopher chuckled. He was filling his tea kettle with tap water. "You sound like my family. About only time I see them is for Sunday lunches."

Ezra didn't hesitate before baiting his line to fish for any information he could reel in. "Your family? I don't know anything about them."

"Oh, you know." Christopher set the kettle on a burner, and lit a petrol flame beneath it. "I immigrated with my parents when i was ten years old. From Soviet Union, of course. I have five- I mean four siblings. Lots of nieces and nephews, as you can tell by the front of my fridge. And a husband who forgets I exist if I'm not in his direct line of sight. But no kids myself. Very normal sort of family."

"I don't really talk to my family, you know. But yours sounds nice." Ezra cleared his throat. "You have a husband? Sorry, I don't mean it like that. It's just surprising." He could feel his cheeks warming unbearably. "Wait no- I- I'm gonna shut up now."

Christopher turned around, giving Ezra his full attention and a warm smile. He seemed to understand what it meant to a young man with no offline friendships, to meet another queer person.

"Nothing you could possibly say could compare to my mother," he said. "Believe me, I've heard it all. So, to answer your question, that's right. I was married seventeen years ago."

"That's nice." Ezra decided to change the subject. This wasn't going anywhere. "Can I admit something?"

"You may tell me anything you like."

"I don't know who you are. I think I hit my head or something. Maybe you should take me to the hospital." His voice was growing shrill. "I already joked about amnesia, but I was trying to wait for my memories to come back and they're not."

"Oh, my dear Ezra," Christopher said softly. "We've never met."

Christopher set a steaming bowl of stew in front of Ezra. The broth was bright red, and chunks of potato swam in it along with shredded vegetables and beef. Christopher set his own plate across the table from Ezra, and returned to the kitchen for what he had missed.

Ezra processed the revelation, trying to make it fix all the problems that had started when he woke up. But it didn't work. Instead, he was left with more questions to sort out.

The longer he tried to solve this puzzle, the more pieces he lost sight of.

Now there were glasses of water on the table. He watched Christopher scrape sour cream into his borscht, turning the broth a milky shade of pink.

"Then why am I in your house?" Ezra had apologized for being rude so many times already, and didn't feel like repeating himself again. "Who are you?"

"My name is Christopher Vadimevich Kotev. Yours is Ezra al Farrah. I've known you for a long while. So I am finally making our introduction. You are in my home, of course. And you have nothing to fear."

"You know that saying I shouldn't fear makes me more afraid, right?" Ezra fidgeted with the hem of the tablecloth while he spoke, trying not to relapse into his old habit of nail biting. "You do know that? Don't you?"

"What I mean is that I'm not going to hurt you. Enjoy the stew, and I'll make tea when the kettle starts singing."

"Then I can go home?"

"Why would you possibly want that?"

Ezra wanted to call Christopher stupid. Of course he wanted to go home. Who wouldn't?

But the question begged to be answered. Ezra hated his apartment. And his roommates. And his job. Not to mention every other cord that made up the tapestry of his life.

"Because I don't trust you." The only conceivable answer. "And you probably kidnapped me. What more do I need?"

Christopher took a sip of water before responding. "Well, I am a doctor. So if the drugging has any long term effects, please tell me. I know how to treat such things. You're in good hands."

"I don't remember being drugged. But I guess they fucked with my memory. That's the point. I'll let you know about any nausea or dizziness."

"Good good. Other things to look out for are headaches, muscle soreness, and a sensitivity to light."

Ezra finally realized just how similar he and his captor were when a problem needed to be solved. He had been roofied, so now they had to deal with lingering symptoms. It was only logical. If only he could figure out how to use their shared attention to details above the big picture to his advantage.

"I know that you're allergic to onions, so I left them out of the stew." Christopher shook salt into his own. "You should try eating. I know you must be hungry. And drink some water. It'll help flush the drugs from your system."

Ezra did as he was told, tilting back the glass to drink from. Drinking water seemed much easier than eating, at least for the time being. He found himself parched as though he had never tasted water before. He finished the glass, which barely satisfied him. Christopher proved nice enough to refill it at the sink.

"You know everything about me, apparently," Ezra said bluntly, refusing both to make eye contact. "From my preferred name to my allergies. So now I get to ask you some questions."

"I'll answer your questions as long as you eat. Would you like sour cream or salt?"

"No thanks. And you sound like my grandmother, by the way."

Despite his complaints, Ezra found his first bite of borscht very pleasant. He had never tried beets, and figured they must be the source of its unusual flavor.

He wolfed half the bowl down before giving himself any opportunity to talk. Maybe he was hungry after all.

"How long have you been stalking me, anyway?" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "And how have you been doing it?"

"A few months now. Since last February. And my methods were rather traditional. Following you around, eavesdropping, and all like that."

"You're very calm about this, aren't you? Ugh, nevermind. Next question. Why me?"

"People watching is a hobby of mine, and we frequent the same library. I've never been so invested in someone as I became with you. You were always going out of your way to be helpful and kind. Yet no one around you ever showed appreciation. It seemed so unfair, watching you struggle to make ends meet but still tipping cashiers and waiters whenever you could.

"I wanted so many times to help you, but I never knew how." Christopher reached across the table and held Ezra's hand. "This is my solution. I am going to give you a taste of paradise. Our own little Eden."

Ezra marveled at the butterflies in his stomach. He must have been crazy, the way he smiled at the man who had kidnapped him.

But in a perverse way, this was everything he had ever wanted to hear. He had always hated himself for the way he chased after attention. Now those feelings had increased sevenfold. No good deed went unpunished. He knew that fully well.

But maybe this punishment wouldn't be too unbearable.

"You're insane," he managed, forcing the smile off his face. "I mean, have you gotten checked out? This isn't… normal."

"I have 'gotten checked out'. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Nothing that disconnects me from reality. I'm not unstable. This was all very well thought out."

Ezra had to laugh as he pulled his hand away from Christopher's. It was a strung out and shrill sort of noise. "Right, of course you have the same personality disorder as me. I bet you knew about our twin diagnosis already. Explains so much."

"What do you think it explains?" Christopher was finished with his stew, and folded his hands politely on his lap.

"I know what you're doing, so don't act sly. You're being nice to me. Nobody else does that. They just call me annoying. You're screwing with my unstable ego to get me to like you. Why else would you be talking to me like this? You're obvious."

"Your generation with its pop-psychology…" Christopher slowly shook his head. "People may have taught you that your natural desire for kindness is something to be ashamed of. But I know differently. I want to be kind to you. I want you to be happy. And yes, I do want you to like me. But that isn't my sole motivation."

"Well- I- I know how your brain works. Why have you decided that I'm worth your time? I must have done something that you decided was special."

Ezra hoped his compliment fishing wouldn't be called out. After all, Christopher also knew how his brain worked.

"I don't know how to explain my feelings towards you. But I want to make sure you eat well, and show you the affection you're lacking. Is that so difficult to understand?"

"Yeah, it is." Ezra shoved his dishes forward and rested his elbows on the table. "Because you're going to get sick of me eventually. Everyone does. I'm manipulative and obnoxious and- well, you get it. I can't cook. I can't clean. I can barely hold a job. You aren't going to get anything out of me but a healthy dose of frustration."

"Your worth does not lie in your labor or how well you comply with societal norms. I see something beautiful in you, even if you cannot. So let go of all your anxiety and just let this happen. I love you, my dear Ezra. And this is what matters."

Tears burned the corners of Ezra's eyes as they fought to escape their imprisonment. He couldn't believe he was crying. It felt so stupid. But no one, not one person in his entire life, had said anything so kind to him.

More than that, he couldn't remember the last time he had heard the word love from someone who didn't revel in sarcasm or insincerity.

He still had his wits about him, despite the tears in his eyes, and he didn't want to delude himself too badly.

Christopher didn't really love him. This was just an obsession, something Ezra himself was quite familiar with. But as long as Christopher kept talking like this, semantics hardly seemed to matter.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Christopher said, still sounding all too kind. "I really didn't mean to upset you."

"It's okay," Ezra managed, trying not to cause inconvenience with his feelings. "I'm fine. Don't- Don't worry."

But now Christopher was by his side and not listening to any of his excuses. He hugged Ezra, leaning down and quite literally giving him a shoulder to cry on. Ezra clung tightly to him, desperate for the affection he had craved for so many years. He would stay like this forever if he could. Overwhelmed by joy and the smell of lavender perfume.

"Is this my fault?" he croaked, knowing how nonsensical it must sound.

"That makes it sound like this is a punishment… But no, I suppose not. This is my responsibility entirely."

"And I'm not allowed to leave?"

"Of course not. You need to stay here. You're a beautiful and fragile thing, and I will not allow the world to mistreat you any longer. You'll be better off as a pet, of sorts, than anything you were before."

This was all Ezra's brain needed to rid him of his doubts. After all, he couldn't be blamed for any of this. He wasn't giving up entirely. When opportunity knocked, he would escape through the door it chose.

People would have to be sympathetic when he told them all that had happened. He didn't even need to play the victim. He was the victim.

"I'll stay with you." Ezra bit back his tears. "You've been very kind. I couldn't possibly think of leaving now."

"I'm so happy to hear that. I love you." Christopher released Ezra from the hug, and smiled down on him. "All I'm asking from you is obedience, and you're so good at that already."

"I love you too," Ezra lied sweetly. "Thank you for everything."

A light screeching sound filled the kitchen. The boiling water sounded as though it were in pain, steam desperately escaping through the small slit it had available.

"I'll make tea." Christopher returned to the kitchen, looking as happy as a proverbial clam. "Now, do you like sugar or honey?"

Taglist: @inbloodandtears @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @i-eat-worlds @whatwasmyprevioususername @boonasaurusrex @suspicious-whumping-egg @parasitebunny

So I went and forgot like the entire taglist after I erased my entire internet presence. I'm going off memory. And for some people, I remember you, but damn I cannot recall your username. If you would like to be added, please tell me!

[allthenobodyppl-fics]

Arousal Poisoning (Chapters 1 to 3)

Fandom: MCU Loki

Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.

Warnings: Soft Dark!Loki, Smut, Sex Pollen, Drugged Sex, Rough Sex, Consensual Sex, Slight Fluff

“Alright, team,” B-15 announced as a time door closed behind the last hunter stepping through. “This is one of the most inhospitable planets in this side of the galaxy, and the only thing here is this prison.” She pointed her thumb behind her where a formidable building lies. “This is where they chuck the most hardened criminals and toss away the key. Now, everyone inside is dead – they’re not supposed to be dead; that’s the Nexus event – so be prepared to see some horrible shit. The next guard shift change is in a week, so we have plenty of time before the branch collapses. We’re supposed to take readings and investigate the area; find out what the Variant took and why. Keep your eyes peeled and be careful of your surroundings. Let’s move.”

“How thrilling!” Loki quipped as he walked beside Mobius.

“Yeah, okay, calm down,” Mobius scolded, “don’t look so excited, you’re weirding everybody out.”

Loki huffed and jammed his hands into his pockets.

They entered the building and the first thing to grace their presence was a bloodbath.

One of the hunters whistled. “Yeah… everyone’s dead alright.”

A female Hunter made a soft sound of disgust at the back of her throat.

“Not used to the horrors of battle?” Loki mocked. “Thought you TVA agents have seen it all.”

“Don’t talk to me,” she deadpanned.

Loki’s shit-eating grin turned into a pout.

“Come on, Loki, make yourself useful.” Mobius pulled Loki further into the prison. “What do you see?”

“Death.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. What else? What was your Variant looking for?”

“How should I know?”

“Loki!”

“Fine, fine, give me a minute.”

The female Hunter followed along. “This doesn’t make sense,” she said. “The Loki Variant had been killing our people this entire time. They usually spared the people on the timeline. Why did they massacre everyone here?”

“Well, these are the worst of the worst, and I guarantee you the prison guards aren’t any better. Maybe… altruism?” Mobius replied.

The Hunter snorted, “A Loki? Yeah, right.”

Loki gave the Hunter a side-eye.

“Anyway, we’re not here to figure out why they killed everyone,” Mobius explained, “we’re here to find out what they took, why they took it, and what they plan to do with it.” Turning, he said, “Did you sniff anything out yet, Loki?”

“‘Sniff anything out?’” Loki spat. “What do you take me for? A dog? First I was a little pussy cat, and now I am a little lap dog?”

“Now, don’t get so sensitive–”

“I am not being sensitive, you are being rude–”

The Hunter left them arguing amongst themselves to take readings elsewhere. Her readings began to ping the closer she got to one of the hallways. There was… something… sitting on a table with a piece of newspaper covering it. She gingerly pulled the newspaper away and let it fall to the floor.

“The fuck?” she uttered. It looked like a huge flower bud the size of a basketball. The dark green sepals wrapping around the petals had golden veins running through them, veins that seemed to glow with a pulsing heartbeat. The very tippy top of the bud had some deep red petals peeking through. There was a sickly sweet fragrance emanating from the bud. Leaning closer, the Hunter could see a trickle of golden viscous liquid seeping from the top where the petals were. The bud twitched and the Hunter jumped back.

“Hey… guys?” the Hunter called out. “You should come check this out…”

Loki looked in her direction and his eyes almost popped right out of his skull. He pointed at the bud and screamed, “Stay away from that!”

Read the rest of the story at AO3 here: Arousal Poisoning (Chapters 1 to 3).

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 7 — Christmas Drinks

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 500

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — alcohol consumption.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

Outside, the winter air was chilly and crisp, while the delicate snowfall bestowed a soft white glow upon the world. Inside the snug confines of your home, you and Bucky prepared a pot of mulled wine, enveloped in the toasty warmth.

The kitchen was filled with the rich fragrance of various spices as you worked side by side. Cinnamon, cloves, and citrus notes danced in the air, mingling with the warmth of the simmering liquid. Bucky flashed you a warm smile, kissing your temple gently before infusing a touch of honey to sweeten the blend.

“This is going to be perfect for our cozy afternoon, babe,” you murmured against the soft fabric of his sweater as he stirred the pot. The fragrance of Bucky and spices was a comforting concoction you wanted to preserve and immerse yourself in forever.

As Bucky worked the mulled wine further, you nestled closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in the comfort of his sweater.

“Starting early on our cuddle fest, are we?” he chuckled, hugging you with one arm while gently kissing your cheek.

“You’re so warm, and cozy, and perfect,” you purred, holding onto him tighter. “I never want to let go.”

“You’re gonna need to for a second so you can taste this, doll,” Bucky chuckled, offering you a taste to assess the brew’s progress. “Here, try it.”

“Hmm, it’s delicious,” you hummed as the warmth and flavors exploded in your mouth. “Maybe a tiny dash of honey, and it’ll be perfect.”

Bucky tasted it as well, nodding in agreement to your suggestion. A touch more honey and a bit more stirring, and it would reach perfection.

Once the mulled wine reached perfection, you poured it into two glasses, steam wafting to greet your senses with its heavenly aroma.

With fluffy blankets in tow, you and Bucky headed to the balcony, where the welcoming glow of an outdoor heater awaited. Settling on the wooden swing bench, you bundled up in the cozy blankets, snuggling close together.

Bucky draped an arm around you, lightly kissing your cheek before raising his glass.

You clink your glass with him before taking a sip. The warmth of the spiced wine enveloped you, and you hummed in approval of the comforting sensation. Beside you, Bucky did the same, closing his eyes to savor the rich flavors.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you and Bucky exchanged whispers and gentle kisses, accompanied by sips of the mulled wine.

“Beautiful, isn’t it,” Bucky mumbled, his gaze lingering on the horizon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, nodding in agreement. The snow continued to fall gently, creating a serene backdrop.

“I love moments like this.”

“Me too, doll. Especially with you.”

Simple moments like these with Bucky were the ones you cherished the most—bundled up on the balcony, a warm drink in hand, watching the sunset together.

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[cricketnationrise]

For the ficlet fest: 12:00 a.m. the V & A, Alex Claremont-Diaz

Wrote this on my phone at work so please forgive any mistakes! Yes we are working on a Saturday. yes I hate it thanks. but at least I can disappear into ficlet prompts for a bit over lunch :) hope you like it, I went so sappy I might as well have been a forest for this one

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

12:00am, v&a

“Thanks so much for your help, Gavin.”

“Of course, Mr. Claremont Diaz. Anything for you or His Highness, you know that.”

“I thought I said you could call me Alex,” he teases. “And I’m very sure he’s told you to call him Henry.”

“Force of habit I’m afraid,” Gavin says ruefully. “I’ll let you do the finishing touches and send him right along when Her Royal Highness drops him off.”

Alex sends Gavin off with a decidedly sloppy salute before turning back to the space with a proud grin, overwhelmed with what they accomplished over the last few hours.

Renaissance City is always beautiful, always takes his breath away each time Henry brings him here. There’s something special about the statues and the history represented in this room. But mostly, Alex loves that Henry loves it. Admittedly, Alex usually gets distracted by Henry’s beauty, so it’s nice to stand here alone for a moment and soak in both the exhibit and his additions.

The little battery candles he and Gavin scattered around make the whole place glow, the automated flickering lending a sense of magic to the scene. The flowers Pez had convinced the museum to allow are spilling over every surface, their light fragrance perfuming the air. And woven through the petals, illuminated by the candles, hanging from the ceiling, some decoratively framed, are strips of paper, in a rainbow of colors and a variety of weights — each with a quote that Alex painstakingly copied by hand. Quotes from their now-famous emails, from his and Henry’s speeches over the years. Quotes solicited from family members — and friends so close they might as well be blood. Quotes from Henry himself, whispered and crooned and sometimes yelled at Alex, etched into Alex’s memory. Quotes pulled from history and movies and books — Henry’s favorites.

The only words not displayed, in fact, are the ones Alex has been painstakingly crafting, agonizing over, starting and restarting, practicing every spare minute he’s alone, hoarding them for the perfect moment — for tonight.

Historically, Henry’s been the wordier half of their relationship, even his scattered post it notes are more eloquent than Alex without even trying. Alex can write with feeling and sincerity, but it doesn’t come naturally — he’s always been better out loud, or with actions. Henry’s never complained, never even intimated that he wants more written words from Alex, but—

Alex wants to give him all the words in his head, in his heart, in his very soul. He wants Henry to be able to have that written record. He wants future students and historians and random people on the internet to be able to look back after he’s gone and say holy shit Alex Claremont Diaz loved Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor with awe — wants to carve out a piece of history with his love for Henry as the chisel.

And then Alex can hear footsteps — slow, deliberate heels against the shiny marble floors — echoing softly as they approach the entrance. Alex recites the opening of his speech in his head, feels for the ring in his pocket, and faces the entrance.

His heart, which had been racing with each step, suddenly slows with sure contentment at the sight of blonde hair and sky blue eyes that go wide when they see Alex inside the bedecked splendor of Renaissance City.

“Alex…”

Alex beams as Henry looks around in awe, takes a deep breath, and gives Henry his words.

[conjuremanj]

Cologne And Perfumes In Your Practice.

Now in my previous post I spoke on spiritual colones, waters like Florida Water and their uses and while this is one way to use it, there are other ways to tap into the power of these products. When looking at colognes and perfumes, try not to see them as just fragrances. They were made from herbs, resins, and oils.

Beside Florida Water, Rose Water Cologne or Kananga Water there are other colognes and perfumes that are made to be used for spirits deities and workings. It's not enough to buy a spiritual perfume and begin using it.

To get the most out of them, they need to be blessed either by the Orisha it's for or the Lwa it's for. If for hoodoo a blessing to the ansestors will do.

If you choose, you can ask your guides, angels, saints, or deities for help to make it more effective at whatever you want it to do for you. Basically you're making an holy item or spiritual item.

Colognes Perfumes As Offerings: While many deities have their own type of offering that is giving to them, these colognes could be good to used as a wash to honor your deity or spirit. Other deities like receiving perfumes that contain their favorite ingredients like Ezurlie or any love deity, that created specifically for them.

Scents Used In Your Space: Perfumes and colognes are placed on the body to give their properties to the wearer, they can be added to washes or sprinkled around your property for protection of a place like Saint Michael.

Saint Michael for instance a perfume dedicated to him can be used to help fortify your home and protect those within it and also be used as a offering to him on his fest day. Use it as a floor wash, or sprinkling around the perimeter.

Can I Use It In A Ritual Bath: No these are not a bath their are perfume/, colognes only sprinkle or out in your body. (If can burn privates if you add to bath)

Working For St Lazarus: Using natural water not faucet water, you don't really know what's in it. ( Rain Water is good). Add a little St Lazarus cologne or use a St Lazarus wash or both is fine too. You can add his oil if you choose. Add that to the bowl of water, place his colored candle in the middle of the bowl and light it. This we'll get St. Lazarus attention, then pray his prayer and tell him what you need. Let it burn.

Perfumes as Spiritual Food Just as perfumes can be given as offerings to spirits, they can also be offered to mojo's, washes, dolls, crystal etc. If a liquid is called for in a ritual, often a cologne or perfume can be used or added to it to power the liquid with its properties.

List Of Some Of These Perfume/Cologne.

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: HP Call Me Daddy Fest (Part 2)

HP Call Me Daddy Fest 2023:

little kitten street by mossymiu - E, WIP - the very first time they meet, hermione knows she’s in trouble. trouble of only the cruelly sweet or achingly inviting kind.or: the modern au age gap ddlg fic

Heavenly Fire by ThorneKate for Hypothetically - E, WIP - The last time the Virent Rosa was seen, the wizarding world was on the edge of extinction. Now, it's chosen a new caretaker as a new war looms on the horizon and threatens everything she holds dear.Hermione Granger finds herself in an entirely different fight, and it could very well change the world as they all know it. [Hermione x Everyone]

Fill Me Up, Daddy by RoseDeVents - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are having a hard time conceiving, and their healer recommends a rather unorthodox method of treatment: Hermione should drink Draco’s semen every day for a week. How that is supposed to help her get pregnant, Hermione has no idea – but she’s willing to try anything to have Draco’s baby. The week ends with her having tried quite a lot of things, actually.Inspired by a true story the Internet forced me to see about Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker. Written for Call Me Daddy Fest 2023.

Making Their Heir by AuroraNyx - E, 2 chapters - “Sshhh baby”, he whispered as he leaned in close to her, trailing his tongue up the side of her neck; she tasted of sweat and sex and her scent was half of the heady fragrance that had made up his Amortentia in Slughorn’s 6th year Potions class. “You knew damn well that you were signing up to be our breeding slut." [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

Better Living Through Potions by Ceilidhchaos - E, 10 chapters -  Theodore Nott has never just taken what he wants. He's let his own desires fall to the wayside. All that changes when he finds an old potion recipe book of his father's. It's going to give him everything he's ever wanted and he doesn't care if he has to go Dark to do it. He is a Nott after all. DEAD DOVE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! MIND THE TAGS!

Cover my nightmares in gold by prima_vera - M, one-shot - Her ex-enemy, her step-sibling, her friend, her lover–he's all of that and more. And he's the only person who can turn the grey wasteland of her nightmares gold.

a paper anniversary by Stars_in_motion - E, one-shot - The one-year deadline to conceive a child is nearing for the enacted Marriage Law.With nothing else to say, she’s left with the rest of her half-truth. “I want a baby.”Draco blinks down at her once. Then twice. “You want a baby. With”—he hesitates through the question—“Me?”“Who else?” Now it’s her turn to be frustrated. “You’re my husband, aren’t you?”

Granger's Gamble by SaffronGin - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger thought she could antagonise her husband so she would be skillfully punished later.She didn't account for such a big audience- and she didn't expect the audience to participate. [Hermione x Everyone]

Cauldron duty by thatblondebitvh - E, 2 chapters - She held his stare, fire blazing in her eyes. “Detention for what? For smiling?”Theo whistled, nearly bouncing in his chair in excitement.Professor Malfoy slammed his palms at her desk and leaned so close they would share the same air if only she dared to breathe. “I will give you detention for breathing in my class if I want to. You’d do well to remember that, Miss Granger.”

The Weight of the Void by gloivy - E, one-shot - “And why is Hermione Granger from five years in the future so concerned with a curse that I am going to receive?”There is a long pause before she speaks once more. “Because the curse will stop you from ever siring an heir.”Hermione travels back in time with a single request—for Draco to fuck an heir into her.

prove it by harlowvera - E, one-shot -" Prove it," she begs. "Prove to me that you'll stay, that you'll stay with me. For me.""Tell me how, baby, tell me what you need and I'll do it. I'll show you how serious I am," he insists, gripping her face with a desperate, near-bruising strength. "Anything.""A baby," she gasps. "Give me a baby."

To be had by Miso (SaffronGin) - E, one-shot - Discovering the pleasures of sex was the most exciting thing to happen to Hermione Granger since finding out she was a witch. She goes to great lengths to get exactly what she wants, and to her surprise, three Pureblood Slytherins stumble upon her. [Hermione x Everyone]

When In Rome by Wanderingxfae - E, one-shot -  Hermione is partying with the Slytherin crew, and Veritiserum gets thrown in, and our girl admits she has a praise kink. Draco seeks to fulfill her dreams, and maybe start one of his own.

Today His, Tomorrow Yours by rockthecasbah18 - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger has been feeling neglected by her husband for longer than she’d care to admit. Is a baby really the best way to fix things? Draco Malfoy seems to have some thoughts on the matter.

The Fundraiser by Kal11915 - E, one-shot - Hermione must attend a fundraiser per her boss Draco…. Misunderstandings galore. Teasing and feelings all come out to play

When In Cupido’s Sights by chronophobique - E, one-shot - When her eyes flew open, Hermione didn’t think she could get more anxious than she already was until the only open eyes she met as she looked around were Malfoy’s.This couldn’t be happening.Cupido couldn’t possibly hate her so much as to pair her with him.OR the one in which Draco and Hermione find themselves trapped in a card game and are forced to pair up to survive.

The Bet by GardenAtTwilight - E, one-shot - Draco and Theo place a bet on who will be the father of their first child with Hermione. [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it by nyquilsquirrel - E, one-shot - “Believe me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you bite,” he warned. There was a mocking edge to his voice, almost like he was daring her to find out.Hermione pressed her lips together tightly, eyes glaring up at him, proud and defiant, even as tears skimmed her pink cheeks.Stroking his hard, throbbing length, Draco cooed, “You look so pretty when you cry.” [READ ALL WARNINGS]

The Scent of You by nyle_bd - E, one-shot - Draco comes home to a very horny Hermione and rewards his kitten with his cream.Written for HP Call Me Daddy Fest 2023. Prompt: Kitten's First Heat.Tagged as "AU Amortentia" because this work explores the association of olfaction with love and romance in a non-magical universe.

As It Was by smokyquartz - E, one-shot - The loss of time creeps up like ivy. It can be beautiful and full of life or it can poison and strangle like a snake. Three people find themselves wound up in memories - desperate to tear the vines away to start anew. But life has never been so easy.Somehow, it'll always lead back into the past. [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

A simple ask by princess_mousie - E, one-shot - Hermione asks her Daddy for a gift money can't necessarily buy and he will make good on his promise to deliver

Baby Mission by princess_mousie - E, one-shot - Hermione is determined to get her baby, but her mafia husband will need convincing...

This fest is ongoing.

[mara-ganger]

Did you try any demos from the February Steam Next Fest?

ye, here's a few i enjoyed !

Mouthwashing

Galvanized

They Speak From The Abyss Zenith

Children of the Sun

Hollowbody

Rollin' Rascal

Eclipsium

Fragrance Point

Of Love and Eternity

Felvidek

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Reader Bingo Board 3 Bingo: Right Column

For context, there were three full Bingo boards, then all three versions condensed to be 4x4 and finally all three versions condensed to be 3x3. Last week I showed how to score bingo via the top row. Now I'm going to show how to score bingo via the rightmost column!

Alpha/Omega

A Dildo a Day by mrsren

Summary:

Hermione Granger is in heat. As resourceful as she is, she knows just how to get herself through another heat cycle. What she hadn't planned on was accidentally moaning the Head Boy's name where he could hear her.

2. Wet Dreams

Invite Me In by devdevlin

Summary:

Hermione's been having some of the strangest dreams about her ex, lately... Written in response to the 'Vampire AU' prompt for the Tomione Smut Fest 2020

3. Fingering

Against the Wall with ... Tom Riddle by Laurielove

Summary:

Hermione has been sent back to the year 1949 to retrieve a dark artefact from Borgin and Burkes. But it isn't just the object which entices her back in time. Curiosity leads to an encounter even she hadn't imagined. Hermione/Tom Riddle. Explicit, desperate, revelatory and dirty. A quick Tomione encounter, short on the build-up but heavy on the emotive erotica. (Part of the 'Against the Wall with ...' series in which Hermione enjoys varied encounters with various people against a variety of walls. Others posted previously elsewhere but will be added here soon.)

4. Head Girl/Head Boy

Fragrance by Siberia_M

Summary:

Perfect Head boy Tom Riddle is asked to brew Amortentia for Professor Slughorn's next class. He never imagined he would feel a fragrance on the potion's vapors, nor he thought he would turn quite addicted to it.

5. Tentacles

Love isn't kind by fundamentalnsfw (fundamentalBlue)

Summary:

Prompt for tentacles. Not beta'd.

[extrakatelyn]

my personal “#soextrafall” activity ideas

pumpkin picking

apple picking

watching fall centered movies/shows

baking delicious fall treats

carving/painting pumpkins

make ur home fall decorated

buy some fall scented fragrances

go on a big fall themed shopping spree

switch ur closet over into colder weather things

do some deep cleaning & organization

take pictures of the leaves changing colors

take a walk or hike (while u still can before it gets too cold)

make a boo basket

plan ur #soextrahalloween outfit

make some plans for #extraween

learn how to make ur own pumpkin spice latte

practice some cooking recipes for thanksgiving approaching

stay locked in school wise!! (very easy to get off track during holiday months)

study/do hw outside while u still can

smell every single fall candle in target or tjmax

pass out candy to trick or treaters

design ur own dream fall wardrobe (i do this w/ pinterest)

rake leaves & then jump in the pile u made

get some fall centered coloring books

fall in love

get matching fall pjs w/ ur boo or ur friends

go to a haunted house

fright fest

have a bonfire

volunteer at ur local food bank/soup kitchen

horseback riding

[spacequokka]

JY.two

Prompt: “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Men in sharp suits and women in goofy dresses crowded the room. This wasn’t your scene. You couldn’t ever hope to fit in when you wanted nothing more than a comfy pair of Chucks instead of the impossibly uncomfortable heels you had on. Jinyoung stood beside you, eyes dutifully scanning the crowd for threats. As expected, a friend of his found him.

“Jinyoung!” Jaebeom graduated from the bodyguard academy shortly before Jinyoung did, but they were close and maintained the friendship. Though you usually liked to hang around and hear their tales from the good ol’ days, you had a plan. A shitty plan, but one you were willing to die for.

You were ditching the snooze fest. The protection detail wasn’t necessary. Who gave a shit about some low-ranking politician’s kid? The second Jinyoung was laughing at something Jaebeom had said, you took a step back and maneuvered a woman who wore the same peach color dress into your place. You waited just long enough to see if either of them noticed the switch, then took off. The second you hit the dimly lit hall, the dress was over your head and stuffed into the bag you’d arranged to be left for you. You’d managed to get a tank and shorts on under the dress without the maid noticing.

The night air was so refreshing compared to the stuffy, fragrance saturated ballroom. As much as you wanted to soak it in and savor the difference, the freedom it represented, you knew you didn’t have much time. They did not assign Jinyoung to you for the shits and giggles. You had maybe two minutes before he would be up your ass and dragging you back inside. You took off to the nearest bus stop, pulling a ball cap and sunglasses on along with a loose, long sweater. Just as you planned, the bus pulled up on time and you hopped on. You paid your fare and took a seat towards the back, just behind the door.

The bus pulled away with no sign of Jinyoung. You made it. You actually did it!

Then someone dropped into the seat beside me. You glanced to your left and choked on a gasp. “How the fu—”

Jinyoung merely smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, a clear sign of how pissed he was. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“N-no.” You shrunk away from him, from his inevitable wrath.

“Get off at the next stop.” He reached around your head to press the stop signal. “No use in pouting and whining because I really don’t want to hear it.”

The second your feet touched the sidewalk, his hands seized your shoulders and gave you a short but firm shake. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I—”

“No, no. I don’t want to hear it. Do you not get how dangerous it is for you right now? Until they find whoever sent that threat, you cannot do this sneaking off shit!” And there it was. The talk you’ve heard more times than you could count. Like it’s supposed to make up for everything you’ve lost since that day. “Hey! Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you, ____.”

“I’ve heard this lecture before. Not interested in hearing it again.” You grumbled, hating that you sounded like a whiny brat even to your own ears.

He growled and fished his keys out of his pocket. The chirp of his car alarm revealed his parked car conveniently nearby. You stopped and looked at him. He nearly smiled at you. “I heard about your plan back when you arranged for the drop off. I hoped you’d change your mind before now.”

“Hope is for the weak.” You stomped over to the passenger side of his car.

“Whatever.” He pointed a finger at you over the roof of his car. “Don’t you ever do that again! Are we clear?”

You yanked the door open. “As clear as the glass of my fucking prison.”

[broadstrokesofblack]

I often forget I Have a tumbler but I figure this might be a good place to bring this up. When on a movie/theater where there is not assigned why do men deciding that sitting next to me is a thing. Like I am not friendly looking. My partner commented I dress like Billy Ellish today. If I mis-spelled that sorry but yes, I wear clothing that hides my body as much as possible.

There are approximately 100 empty seats and I am not in a special row or fantastic area. It is just a seat. But every movie this film fest single men have decided to sit next to me. I am not attractive by design. I look like a potato. I wear no makeup, I look positively plaid and splotchy. Do not talk with me. Often I look like I am sick when in reality this is just what I look like. I have an autoimmune disorder so I look like I am dying 9/10 and can’t wear makeup to pretend I’m fine.

Also I hate when they get annoyed when my partner shows up. And I am clearly doing something on my phone. I am Always on My Phone up until the trailers start. I don’t want to talk to a stranger about the movie or show. I just want to exist.

I don’t want to be able to smell the person next to me. I am mostly complaining about those folks who bath in perfume/cologne so much that I can smell them from 6-8 feet away. Don’t be offended when I move. I have a pretty sever allergy to fragrance so I will move if I start feeling sick. I had a couple extremely annoyed when my partner brought me a drink and snacks and I started suggesting places we could move to. The whole side of my face was covered in hives.

I know that my illness is my problem but I’m sick and tired of ending up spending days recovering from being around people. I want to be out and go places but I can’t because I end up suffering. I enjoyed the masking days because then I had an excuse to mask and avoid people.

[brookston]

Holidays 6.27

Holidays

Atari Day

Attwari (Tharu people; Nepal)

Black Pound Day (UK)

Canadian Multiculturalism Day (Canada)

Captain Kangaroo Day

Celebrate Joy Day

Commemoration Day for the Victims of the Communist Regime (Czech Republic)

The Day of the Apocalypse (in the TV show “Dark”)

Day of Workers of Culture and Art (Turkmenistan)

Day of Unity (Tajikistan)

Decide To Be Married Day

Dragon Festival (Guild Wars)

Festival of Neither Nor

"Happy Birthday To You" Day

Helen Keller Day

Industrial Workers of the World Day

International Day of Deafblindness

Kent Flew the Coop Day

London Tube Day

Lottery Day (in Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery”)

Magtymguly Poetry Day (Turkmenistan)

Martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith (Mormon)

Micro-, Small-, & Medium-Sized Enterprises Day

Mixed Race Day (Brazil)

Multiculturalism Day (Canada)

National Bingo Day

National Chirashi-Zushi Day (Japan)

National Fatherless Children’s Day

National Fink Day

National High School Mountain Bike Day

National HIV Testing Day

National Jim Day

National Journalist Day (Día del Periodista; Venezuela)

National Orange Blossom Day

National PTSD Awareness Day

National Sunglasses Day

National Women’s Fly Fishing Day

National Young Rider Day (UK)

NPE Awareness Day

Parosmia Awareness Day

Press and Media Workers Day (Uzbekistan)

Shirley Jackson Day (North Bennington, Vermont)

Siebenschläfertag (Seven Sleepers Day; Germany)

Sturge Weber Syndrome Awareness Day

Sunglasses Day

To Have or to Be?, by Erich Fromm (Science Book; 1976)

Unity Day (Tajikistan)

World ATM Day

World Fisheries Day (Russia)

World Fragrance Day (Germany)

World Microbiome Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Absinthe Day (a.k.a. Wormwood Day; French Republic)

International Pineapple Day

National Ice Cream Cake Day

National Indian Pudding Day

National Lemonade Day

National Onion Day

Orange Blossom Day

627 Ale Day (Hoops Brewing)

Independence & Related Days

Djibouti (from France, 1977)

Europa (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

4th & Last Thursday in June

Festival of the Tarasque (France) begins [Last Thursday]

National Bomb Pop Day [Last Thursday]

National Handshake Day [Last Thursday]

National Relationships & Sex Education Day (UK) [Last Thursday]

National Work From Home Day [Last Thursday]

RSE Day (UK) [4th Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning June 27 (4th Full Week)

National Prevention of Eye Injuries Awareness Week (thru 7.4)

Watermelon Seed Spitting Week (thru 6.30)

Festivals Beginning June 27, 2024

Ashland BalloonFest (Ashland, Ohio) [thru 6.29]

Beauregard Parish Watermelon Festival (DeRidder, Louisiana) [thru 6.29]

Bixby Green Corn Festival (Bixby, Oklahoma) [thru 6.29]

Cotton Fest (Lubbock, Texas) [thru 6.29]

Festival International De Jazz De Montreal (Montreal, Canada) [thru 7.6]

HellFest (Clisson, France) [thru 6.30]

Jazz à Vienne (Vienne, France) [thru 7.16]

JazzBaltica (Niendorf, Germany) [thru 6.30]

Linn County Fair (Central City, Iowa) [thru 6.3]

L'International des Feux Loto-Québec [Montreal Fireworks Festival] (Montreal, Canada) [thru 8.1]

Luling Watermelon Thump (Luling, Texas) [thru 6.30]

Monmouth Fair (Monmouth, Maine) [thru 6.29]

Montreal International Jazz Festival (Montreal, Canada) [thru 7.6]

OpenAir St. Gallen (St. Gallen, Switzerland) [thru 6.30]

Provinssi (Seinäjoki, Finland) [thru 6.29]

St. Helen Bluegill Festival (St. Helen, Michigan) [thru 6.3]

Turku Medieval Market (Turku, Finland) [thru 6.30]

Feast Days

Anansi’s Day (Pagan)

Arialdo (Christian; Saint)

Blue-Footed Booby Day (Pastafarian)

Crescens, one of the Seventy disciples (Christian; Saint)

Cyril of Alexandria (Coptic Church, Roman Catholic Church, Anglican Communion and Lutheran Church)

Dan Jurgens (Artology)

Day of the God of Walls and Ditches (Pagan)

Day Sacred to the Lares (Ancient Rome)

Feast of Our Lady of Perpetual Help

Festival of Jupiter Stator (Ancient Rome)

George Mtasmindeli (Christian; Saint)

Gilson Lavis (Artology)

Helen Keller (Writerism)

Initium Aestatis (Old Roman Summer Festival)

James Dean Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

John of Moutier and Chinon (Christian; Saint)

Kate Carew (Artology)

Ladislaus I of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Perpetual Help (Christian)

Paul Colin (Artology)

Philip Guston (Artology)

Richard I (Positivist; Saint)

Sampson the Hospitable of Constantinople (Christian; Saint)

Sandy the Snake (Muppetism)

Seven Sleepers Day (Siebenschläfertag; German-speaking Culture)

Sun Dance Ritual (Plains Indian tribes; Everyday Wicca)

Voyage of Maelduin (Celtic Book of Days)

Write Your Own Prayer Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Zoilus and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Airplane! (Film; 1980)

Babooshka, by Kate Bush (Song; 1980)

Bathing Beauty (Film; 1944)

Belladonna of Sadness (Animated Film; 1973)

Captain Video & His Video Rangers (TV Series; 1949)

Cosmic Thing, by The B-52s (Album; 1989)

Country Grammar, by Nelly (Album; 2000)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Destination Moon (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1950)

Dream On, by Aerosmith (Song; 1973)

Face/Off (Film; 1997)

Freak Out!, by Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention (Album; 1966)

Girl Meets World (TV Series; 2014)

Good Old Irish Tunes, featuring Candy Goose (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1941)

Hawaiian Aye Aye (WB MM Cartoon; 1964)

Hercules (Animated Disney Film; 1997)

The Ipcress File Len Deighton

Labyrinth (Film; 1986)

Larry Crowne (Film; 2011)

Live and Let Die (James Bond Film; 1973) [#8]

Live Free of Die Hard (Film; 2007)

Manhattan Island (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1947)

Mirror Ball, by Neil Young & Pearl Jam (Album; 1995)

Nightfall and Other Stories, by Isaac Asimov (Short Stories; 1969)

Oddities, Abnormalities, & Curiosities, by the Circle Jerks (Album; 1995)

The Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling (Novel; 2003) [Harry Potter #5]

The Other Side of Midnight, by Sidney Sheldon (Novel; 1973)

The Penultimate Truth, by Philip K. Dick (Novel; 1964)

Pink Streaker (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1975)

Postman Pat: The Movie (Animated Film; 2014)

Presto (Pixar Cartoon; 2008)

Really Scent (WB MM Cartoon; 1959)

Symphony No. 2 (a.k.a. The Nottingham Symphony, or Robin Hood), by Alan Bush (Symphony; 1949)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, recorded by Gene Autry (Song; 1949)

Ruthless People (Film; 1986)

The Saint See Through It, by Leslie Charteris (Novel 1946) [Saint #27]

The Sea Around Us, by Rachel Carson (Science Book; 1951)

Snowpiercer (Film; 2014)

The Stunt Man (Film; 1980)

Sweet Smell of Success (Film; 1957)

Tom Tom Tomcat (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

To Sir, With Love, by E.R. Braithwaite (Novel; 1959)

Trail of the Lonesome Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1974)

28 Days Later (Film; 2003)

Twinkletoes: Where He Goes — Nobody Knows (Animated Antics Cartoon; 1941)

Wall-E (Animated Pixar Film; 2008)

Wanted (Film; 2008)

West End Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong & His Hot Five (Song; 1928)

When I You Hoo (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Who Killed Cock Robin? (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

Zapped (Film; 2014)

Today’s Name Days

Cyrill, Heimo, Hemma, Maxim (Austria)

Ćiril, Ladislav, Vlatko (Croatia)

Ladislav (Czech Republic)

Elfi, Elfriide, Elva, Elve, Elvi, Elviira, Viire (Estonia)

Elvi, Elviira (Finland)

Fernand (France)

Cyrill, Daniel, Heimo, Hemma (Germany)

Pierre (Greece)

László (Hungary)

Andrea, Cirillo, Leilo, Tosco (Italy)

Malva, Malvīne, Malvis (Latvia)

Ema, Gediminas, Norgailė, Vladas, Vladislovas (Lithuania)

Aina, Ina, Ine (Norway)

Maria Magdalena, Władysław, Władysława, Włodzisław (Poland)

Samson (România)

Ladislav (Slovakia)

Cirilo, Ladislao, Socorro, Zoilo (Spain)

Fingal, Selma (Sweden)

Lacey, Laci, Lacie, Lacy, Lance, Lancelot, Schuyler, Skye, Skylar, Skyler (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 179 of 2024; 187 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 26 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 22 (Red-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 21 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 20 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 29 Blue; Eighthday [29 of 30]

Julian: 14 June 2024

Moon: 64%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 10 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Richard I]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 8 of 94)

Week: 4th Full Week of June)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 7 of 31)

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Holidays 6.27

Holidays

Atari Day

Attwari (Tharu people; Nepal)

Black Pound Day (UK)

Canadian Multiculturalism Day (Canada)

Captain Kangaroo Day

Celebrate Joy Day

Commemoration Day for the Victims of the Communist Regime (Czech Republic)

The Day of the Apocalypse (in the TV show “Dark”)

Day of Workers of Culture and Art (Turkmenistan)

Day of Unity (Tajikistan)

Decide To Be Married Day

Dragon Festival (Guild Wars)

Festival of Neither Nor

"Happy Birthday To You" Day

Helen Keller Day

Industrial Workers of the World Day

International Day of Deafblindness

Kent Flew the Coop Day

London Tube Day

Lottery Day (in Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery”)

Magtymguly Poetry Day (Turkmenistan)

Martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith (Mormon)

Micro-, Small-, & Medium-Sized Enterprises Day

Mixed Race Day (Brazil)

Multiculturalism Day (Canada)

National Bingo Day

National Chirashi-Zushi Day (Japan)

National Fatherless Children’s Day

National Fink Day

National High School Mountain Bike Day

National HIV Testing Day

National Jim Day

National Journalist Day (Día del Periodista; Venezuela)

National Orange Blossom Day

National PTSD Awareness Day

National Sunglasses Day

National Women’s Fly Fishing Day

National Young Rider Day (UK)

NPE Awareness Day

Parosmia Awareness Day

Press and Media Workers Day (Uzbekistan)

Shirley Jackson Day (North Bennington, Vermont)

Siebenschläfertag (Seven Sleepers Day; Germany)

Sturge Weber Syndrome Awareness Day

Sunglasses Day

To Have or to Be?, by Erich Fromm (Science Book; 1976)

Unity Day (Tajikistan)

World ATM Day

World Fisheries Day (Russia)

World Fragrance Day (Germany)

World Microbiome Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Absinthe Day (a.k.a. Wormwood Day; French Republic)

International Pineapple Day

National Ice Cream Cake Day

National Indian Pudding Day

National Lemonade Day

National Onion Day

Orange Blossom Day

627 Ale Day (Hoops Brewing)

Independence & Related Days

Djibouti (from France, 1977)

Europa (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

4th & Last Thursday in June

Festival of the Tarasque (France) begins [Last Thursday]

National Bomb Pop Day [Last Thursday]

National Handshake Day [Last Thursday]

National Relationships & Sex Education Day (UK) [Last Thursday]

National Work From Home Day [Last Thursday]

RSE Day (UK) [4th Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning June 27 (4th Full Week)

National Prevention of Eye Injuries Awareness Week (thru 7.4)

Watermelon Seed Spitting Week (thru 6.30)

Festivals Beginning June 27, 2024

Ashland BalloonFest (Ashland, Ohio) [thru 6.29]

Beauregard Parish Watermelon Festival (DeRidder, Louisiana) [thru 6.29]

Bixby Green Corn Festival (Bixby, Oklahoma) [thru 6.29]

Cotton Fest (Lubbock, Texas) [thru 6.29]

Festival International De Jazz De Montreal (Montreal, Canada) [thru 7.6]

HellFest (Clisson, France) [thru 6.30]

Jazz à Vienne (Vienne, France) [thru 7.16]

JazzBaltica (Niendorf, Germany) [thru 6.30]

Linn County Fair (Central City, Iowa) [thru 6.3]

L'International des Feux Loto-Québec [Montreal Fireworks Festival] (Montreal, Canada) [thru 8.1]

Luling Watermelon Thump (Luling, Texas) [thru 6.30]

Monmouth Fair (Monmouth, Maine) [thru 6.29]

Montreal International Jazz Festival (Montreal, Canada) [thru 7.6]

OpenAir St. Gallen (St. Gallen, Switzerland) [thru 6.30]

Provinssi (Seinäjoki, Finland) [thru 6.29]

St. Helen Bluegill Festival (St. Helen, Michigan) [thru 6.3]

Turku Medieval Market (Turku, Finland) [thru 6.30]

Feast Days

Anansi’s Day (Pagan)

Arialdo (Christian; Saint)

Blue-Footed Booby Day (Pastafarian)

Crescens, one of the Seventy disciples (Christian; Saint)

Cyril of Alexandria (Coptic Church, Roman Catholic Church, Anglican Communion and Lutheran Church)

Dan Jurgens (Artology)

Day of the God of Walls and Ditches (Pagan)

Day Sacred to the Lares (Ancient Rome)

Feast of Our Lady of Perpetual Help

Festival of Jupiter Stator (Ancient Rome)

George Mtasmindeli (Christian; Saint)

Gilson Lavis (Artology)

Helen Keller (Writerism)

Initium Aestatis (Old Roman Summer Festival)

James Dean Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

John of Moutier and Chinon (Christian; Saint)

Kate Carew (Artology)

Ladislaus I of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Perpetual Help (Christian)

Paul Colin (Artology)

Philip Guston (Artology)

Richard I (Positivist; Saint)

Sampson the Hospitable of Constantinople (Christian; Saint)

Sandy the Snake (Muppetism)

Seven Sleepers Day (Siebenschläfertag; German-speaking Culture)

Sun Dance Ritual (Plains Indian tribes; Everyday Wicca)

Voyage of Maelduin (Celtic Book of Days)

Write Your Own Prayer Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Zoilus and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Airplane! (Film; 1980)

Babooshka, by Kate Bush (Song; 1980)

Bathing Beauty (Film; 1944)

Belladonna of Sadness (Animated Film; 1973)

Captain Video & His Video Rangers (TV Series; 1949)

Cosmic Thing, by The B-52s (Album; 1989)

Country Grammar, by Nelly (Album; 2000)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Destination Moon (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1950)

Dream On, by Aerosmith (Song; 1973)

Face/Off (Film; 1997)

Freak Out!, by Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention (Album; 1966)

Girl Meets World (TV Series; 2014)

Good Old Irish Tunes, featuring Candy Goose (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1941)

Hawaiian Aye Aye (WB MM Cartoon; 1964)

Hercules (Animated Disney Film; 1997)

The Ipcress File Len Deighton

Labyrinth (Film; 1986)

Larry Crowne (Film; 2011)

Live and Let Die (James Bond Film; 1973) [#8]

Live Free of Die Hard (Film; 2007)

Manhattan Island (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1947)

Mirror Ball, by Neil Young & Pearl Jam (Album; 1995)

Nightfall and Other Stories, by Isaac Asimov (Short Stories; 1969)

Oddities, Abnormalities, & Curiosities, by the Circle Jerks (Album; 1995)

The Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling (Novel; 2003) [Harry Potter #5]

The Other Side of Midnight, by Sidney Sheldon (Novel; 1973)

The Penultimate Truth, by Philip K. Dick (Novel; 1964)

Pink Streaker (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1975)

Postman Pat: The Movie (Animated Film; 2014)

Presto (Pixar Cartoon; 2008)

Really Scent (WB MM Cartoon; 1959)

Symphony No. 2 (a.k.a. The Nottingham Symphony, or Robin Hood), by Alan Bush (Symphony; 1949)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, recorded by Gene Autry (Song; 1949)

Ruthless People (Film; 1986)

The Saint See Through It, by Leslie Charteris (Novel 1946) [Saint #27]

The Sea Around Us, by Rachel Carson (Science Book; 1951)

Snowpiercer (Film; 2014)

The Stunt Man (Film; 1980)

Sweet Smell of Success (Film; 1957)

Tom Tom Tomcat (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

To Sir, With Love, by E.R. Braithwaite (Novel; 1959)

Trail of the Lonesome Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1974)

28 Days Later (Film; 2003)

Twinkletoes: Where He Goes — Nobody Knows (Animated Antics Cartoon; 1941)

Wall-E (Animated Pixar Film; 2008)

Wanted (Film; 2008)

West End Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong & His Hot Five (Song; 1928)

When I You Hoo (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Who Killed Cock Robin? (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

Zapped (Film; 2014)

Today’s Name Days

Cyrill, Heimo, Hemma, Maxim (Austria)

Ćiril, Ladislav, Vlatko (Croatia)

Ladislav (Czech Republic)

Elfi, Elfriide, Elva, Elve, Elvi, Elviira, Viire (Estonia)

Elvi, Elviira (Finland)

Fernand (France)

Cyrill, Daniel, Heimo, Hemma (Germany)

Pierre (Greece)

László (Hungary)

Andrea, Cirillo, Leilo, Tosco (Italy)

Malva, Malvīne, Malvis (Latvia)

Ema, Gediminas, Norgailė, Vladas, Vladislovas (Lithuania)

Aina, Ina, Ine (Norway)

Maria Magdalena, Władysław, Władysława, Włodzisław (Poland)

Samson (România)

Ladislav (Slovakia)

Cirilo, Ladislao, Socorro, Zoilo (Spain)

Fingal, Selma (Sweden)

Lacey, Laci, Lacie, Lacy, Lance, Lancelot, Schuyler, Skye, Skylar, Skyler (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 179 of 2024; 187 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 26 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 22 (Red-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 21 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 20 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 29 Blue; Eighthday [29 of 30]

Julian: 14 June 2024

Moon: 64%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 10 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Richard I]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 8 of 94)

Week: 4th Full Week of June)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 7 of 31)