#Jamaican pillow

[palaceglow]

(via Reggae Jamaica Floor Pillow by stacyann1)

[strawberryfairi]

Falling Asleep Together | Keisuke Baji

★Black Fem Reader One shot❤️‍🔥 ★ Fluff; Baji being demanding and pouty; you just trying to do your hair for the night; nighttime routine; sleepy Baji; pure cuteness

"What are you doing in there still?" Keisuke groans from the bedroom, dragging himself over to the connected bathroom where you were still doing your nighttime routine.

"I told you hold on; I'll be there in a sec." You chuckle, eyes locked onto your hair through the mirror.

All you were doing was putting up your hair for the night, braiding multiple sections so you could protect your hair while you sleep, and then take them down in the morning back into your fluffy afro braid out.

"It's been like fifteen minutes; you're in here havin' a whole...spa treatment." He scrunches his face up trying to find the right descriptive word, gesturing around the whole bathroom with a hand.

"It ain’t been no fifteen minutes. I got like maybe three pieces left so just hang on; almost done." You assure with a light laugh, getting to work splitting a big section of hair into two in the front.

"You always love my hair but you hate when I gotta actually do it." You murmur, glancing over at his tired, pouty face. He grunts in response, leaning his head against the doorframe while watching you do your thing.

Even though it bothers Kei, you really love moments like this with him, when he's all eager and whiny for you to come to bed. Usually after his rushing he'll go silent just like right now, watching you skillfully braid your hair, mesmerized at how meticulous you are.

He's learned the process by now. First you make the main sections, then part them again for two chunky braids per section. Then you grab your favorite Jamaican black castor oil water, misting your hair lightly in the section before you add that amazing smelling leave-in conditioner that he loves to sniff every time you use it.

Once those two main steps are done, you rub some Argan oil in your hands and run it through your hair before finally making the braid.

He had to admit he could absolutely never spend this much time on his own hair every single day and night. In his eyes, the nighttime routine alone was ridiculously long, and particular, and just..long!

Keisuke's never really been a patient kind of guy, so having someone like you around was honestly good for him. You were patient with everything. Your hair, your nails, cooking, even patient with him! It's one of the main things he loves about you. You level him out, it's perfect.

"Look, see? Boom. That wasn't that long at all; I'm done!" You beam, turning around to look at him face to face instead of through the mirror.

Your hands were covered in product, along with that brush he always seems to forget the name of-dannin? Debberman? Denman! Right the denman brush. Pieces of your little coils wrapped around the brush and your fingers like snakes.

Keisuke grunts tiredly in response, his eyes halfway open at this point. If he could sleep standing up he absolutely would be passed out right in this doorway.

"You're a mess..." You smile softly, shaking your head as you turn the sink faucet on, washing the products off your hands and hairbrush.

About five minutes after you clean up in the bathroom, you're finally in the bed, putting your scarf and cute lime green bonnet on.

"Sheesh, only took forever and a day." Kei grumbles lowly, brows furrowed as he pulls you down onto the pillow next to him, cuddling up close against you with your back resting perfectly on his chest. The two of you sigh in content, little tired smiles on both of your faces as you drift off into a deep sleep.

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A/N❤️‍🔥 I felt so warm and fuzzy writing this omg. Poor Kei just trynna go to sleep for real

[punkeropercyjackson]

My Stephcass is literally so far in the opposite direction of the racist uwufied Cass and white feminist Steph crap.To me Stephanie is a fat blasian(jamaican/south korean)with dark skin,super strong features and black butterfly locs pastel punk bpdtistic trans woman and Cass is an autistic butchgender transbian tradgoth who goes way beyond the aesthetic by living accurately in her subculture and brownskin due to being half chinese and Cass is the kinky ass dom to Stephanie's kinky ass pillow princess and Stephanie does NOT keep those nails clipped and has cunty nail art instead but that's okay because Cass is the one who dosen't have a pussy

[iproposedtoyamamaanshesaidyes]

I wanna be the underwear you put on

I wanna be the clothes that comfort you

I wanna be the lipstick on your lips

I wanna be the perfume that makes you smell rich

I wanna be the soap that makes your skin pure

I wanna be the scarf around your head,when you go to bed,

I wanna be the earrings that style your appearance,

I wanna be the shoes that make you walk with attitude

I wanna be the glasses on your face

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna

I wanna be the art on your skin that draws attention

I like them all from different ethnicities and cities

Dark, red, mix, Haitian, Jamaican, Cuban, island, Native American, Brazilian,

Plump full lips, cat like eyes, natural hair, natural everywhere, graceful hands, legs, and feet,

And one dimple on the side of your cheek,

Amazing smiles, and show your amazing teeth,

Beautiful bone structure, beautiful body type,

From thin, to average, to bbw, it doesn’t matter, who’s badder, it’s just class and sass,

Intellectual simulation, sensual, the mind over body, what you craving? A lot of temptation, love at first sight, mislead communications, talk to me, let’s converse, I wanna be the heart on your sleeves, I wanna be chest to chest, I wanna be ya heartbeat, your my honeybee, my peach cobbler, my sweet tea, my caramel frappe, my brownie, my cookie, shows me the freckles on your face, show me the cellulite on your waist,

I wanna be the cover that keeps your warm

I wanna be the pillow you lay on

I wanna be the repeat of your favorite song

I wanna be your king

I want you to be my queen

Life without a wedding ring it’s like

A phone that vibrate

I wanna be the long message you send

I wanna be the one who makes you blush

I wanna be the one you think about

I wanna be when you smile when you see me call

I wanna be that incoming call

I wanna be the conversation that’s a hour long

I wanna be I wanna be ©️

[iwriteisuckatittho]

Bob Marley x reader

not proofread. Sry inspired by "waiting in vain" by Daniel Caesar from the movie

From the very first time I blessed my eyes on you, girl my heart said follow through

There was never a time when Bob Marley didn't have somewhere to be. Whether it was a concert or a studio session, he was busy, so whenever he had the chance he'd walk . Just so he could get some fresh air and see the city. Today he had to be at a meeting with someone at RCA Records, he didn't plan on signing, but it was a free trip to America, why wouldn't he come? He was walking down Lancome, passing a park filled with young men and women holding signs and chanting. He wasn't new to seeing protests or even being in them, but there was something special about this one. There was a woman, who to Bob looked more like a special gift, from Jah. Wrapped all up in a flowy skirt and an olive green headwrap. “you looks like magic, ya know?” He said to whoever listened. His life's mission had suddenly become meeting you. He'd succeeded but not without being 30 minutes late to his meeting.

Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb

“It would never work Bob.” you said to him, bracelets clinking as you waved your arms. “Why not? Ya tell me why I can't have you fi miself huh?”“Be smart about this, please.” you pleaded.“Well I'm not a claffy!” you raised an eyebrow in confusion, you'd barely adjusted to his deep Jamaican patois. “Dumb, I'm not dumb, yn.” But he was. He was dumb for you. And you were too focused on graduating colleges and retiring your parents to realize. “I could move,” he suggested.“What? Nesta, y-you love Jamaica.”“Not more dan you.” his eyes watered and he let the tear slip past his nose and curve under his chin.“I've got school. I have to finish school.” you wrapped your arms around Bob's midsection and inhaled the shea butter scent wafting from his freshly washed locs.“Come see me in the summer, will you?” 'Cause if summer is you're I'm still waiting there It was the second summer Bob had visited you and it was the same as last. you greeted him at the airport with a hug and a kiss on his cheek. you let him drive your car and laugh as he cursed at the different driving rules in your city. you washed his hair and the both of you would cuddle up and watch romances on your tv. Bob Would pretend he was taking the couch in your 1 bedroom apartment and you'd smack him with a pillow until he'd agree to take a spot in your bed. You two would blast the newest music and share your opinions on what was best and what was worst and. He would wake up and cook you an ital breakfast. You and Bob would spend time walking up and down the streets making up life stories of people they passed. And at the end of July he would pack his bag and “accidentally” leave a sweater or t-shirt in one of your drawers. “ I love you” he'd say and turned away fast so that he couldn't hear you lecture him. And he'd imagine you said it back all the while flying back home. Feeling in his heart that your arms were his new home. The home that would never fully be his. It's been three years since I'm knockin' at your door Another summer drew Bob Marley back to you. He strolled through the airport in a pair of jorts and a t-shirt big enough to fit another him. His locs were pulled back with a black scrunchie he'd stolen from you. His eyes roamed the vast room searching for your familiar smile. But it was nowhere to be found. Just as he pulled out his cell your number flashed across his screen. “Ay, my love whe ya at na?” “I'm coming in right now. I'm so sorry I'm late.” Your flip flops tapped lightly against the hard shiny floor as you reached Bob's slumped figure. You could tell he was disappointed. Over your 3 years of friendship you had never forgotten to pick him up. His arms draped heavily over your shoulders. “Sorry. I'm sorry.” You muttered into his shirt, hoping this was the one he'd leave with you. He kissed the top of your head, already forgetting what you'd done and imagining the fun you two would have. At your apartment, Bob pulled out his key and led you inside as if you were the one visiting him. Bob made it his business to dig through your kitchen drawers and find a good menu. You took his bag into your bedroom and kneeled by your dresser to fold his clothes into one of your drawers you kept clear for him. In the bottom of the bag sat a small velvet box. As soon as you'd seen it your breath caught in our chest and your shoulders tensed up. Tears flowed from your eyes. I'm the moment you couldn't figure out if they were happy tears or sad ones. Bob walked in on you crying and cringed, he hadn't meant for you to see it. “Ya na haf do nun you dont wanna.” He twisted his lips to the side of his face and looked down at his feet. “ Just in case you begin to love me.” “We-we’ve talked about this Nesta,” “Don't call me dat.” He was only Nesta when you were breaking his heart. 'Tears in my eyes burn, tears in my eyes burn 

While I'm waiting, while I'm waiting for my turn

Bob was on his way to see you. And this time summer wasn't leading him to you. It was your graduation, he'd been waiting years for you to graduate. That had always been your excuse for not being with him. School. You had to focus on school.

He pulled up to your school in a cab, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up. his locs were freshly washed, and he'd found someone to twist his locs, a style he would never let you do. He was dressed to impress you, and maybe ask for your hand in marriage (again). He sat in the very back legs crossed and waited patiently for them to call you up. To his surprise you were the very last one. You were welcomed by the school president as Valedictorian. When he heard this he cheered and whooped like a proud father. 

As you walked off the stage and shed your graduation gown, Bob rose from his seat and began heading over to you, he marveled at you in your green dress. () Your smile and skin glowed in the sun and he chuckled as you shook your hips in a silly dance. As  he got closer he slowed behind you, planning to surprise her with a scare. You turned to face a man to the left of you and threw your arms around the man. He placed a wet kiss on our temple and you laughed into his shoulder. Bob made a sound behind you, eyes already beginning to burn with salt water. “Nesta?” you said.

“Who's this?” the man asked and stuck his hand out for Bob to shake. 

“Bob Marley. One of the most famous artists out righna.” Bob bragged he'd do anything to make this man feel less than him. He looked at you, feeling betrayed in every way possible. He felt cheated on, and sick to his stomach. 

“Ya have a good time yea?” he looked down at his feet, fearing if he saw your eyes he'd burst out into tears in front of all these people. 

“Yea…” You ignored the man and your friends beside you and grabbed Bob's face with two hands, you stared into eyes. He wondered what it was you were searching for. “I love you.” You said. He grabbed your hand and set them in front of you. “Good bye.” He said and left you wishing you could follow after him. Wishing you hadn't been so dumb.

[smiley-positivity-potato]

WELCOME TO MY SAFE MENTAL HEALTH, TRANSMASCULINITY SPACE FOR ADULTS WITH:

"D.I.D, AUTISM, ADHD, CPTSD, BPD, MAJOR DEPRESSION, AGORAPHOBIA, INSOMNIA, PSYCHOSIS, ANXIETY, SCHIZOAFFECTIVE BIPOLAR, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria AND/ OR ED RECOVERY."

INTRODUCTIONS:

Hello, this is a page dedicated to the life experiences our system have seen (and lived through) as we grew older. I'm new to my official D.I.D diagnosis but it's been quite a life changer over time without my knowledge. As we walk alongside our paths of mental health, gender discovery and body health navigation, we wish to help other systems and singlets, new and old, feel less alone. As we learn what it means to fully recognize ourselves in a more positive light, we see that we aren't just a hopeless cause. We can learn a lot from one another inside and out, so we don't mind opening up and sharing our life growth experiences with others as we change even more with time.

PLEASE RESPECT THAT MY SYSTEM IS NOT LOOKING FOR NEW FRIENDS. WE JUST CAN'T HANDLE MAKING THOSE TYPE OF NEW CONNECTIONS OR ANY TYPE OF COMMITMENTS LIKE THAT RIGHT NOW. WE STRUGGLE WITH THAT IN REALITY (IN PERSON) AS WELL, ALONGSIDE COMMUNICATION. WE EMOTIONALLY CAN'T HANDLE MORE PEOPLE IN OUR LIVES. IT'S OVERWHELMING. PLEASE RESPECT THIS. WE REALIZED THIS WHEN WE CRIED IN OUR MENTAL HEALTH GROUP OVER THE IDEA OF GETTING MORE POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS AND FRIENDS IN OUR LIFE. WE DO NOT WANT IT. WE WILL CRY IF YOU TRY OR DELETE THIS PAGE OUT OF FEAR.

Host:

Rue/Maverick - pronouns: he/they, transmasc non-binary, age: 26 - 35

Alts:

Sammi - pronouns: he/it/they, nonbinary, age: 21 - 30

The Hoard - pronouns: it/they, unlabelled gender, age: unknown, group of 7 - 8 entities

Kiki - pronouns: she/her, cis, age: 8 - 18

Host Interests:

Rue/Maverick: likes rap, pop, country, likes button up shirts and a nice pair of jeans, likes pastel green, brown or black and white clothes, likes Jamaican, Hispanic and Southern food, likes vet facts, likes watching dramas, actions and adult animations, likes cooking and baking, likes thrifting sometimes, likes going out with friends, likes tea and sweet coffee, likes beanies, likes light eyeliner, likes body mods, likes philosophy, likes coming up with theories, likes being kind and understanding, likes helping, likes cleaning, likes self care, likes necklaces and bracelets, likes peaceful nature, likes having hair cut

Alts Interests:

Sammi: aggressive rap, screamo, metal, bars, smoking, spontaneous adventures, social drinking, chokers, gothic and alt clothes/style, wigs, likes makeup, likes dates, coffee on the darker side, sex, cussing, Griselda show, The Wrong Side Of The Tracks, likes Spanish, likes shaving their head, likes acrylic nails, likes false eyelashes, likes platform boots and heels, likes breaking things, likes kink, likes drugs

The Hoard: listens to Sammi ONLY, likes silence, likes being alone, likes light tasting foods like yogurt, soup, applesauce (recovered ED foods needed), likes SH and SH ideation, likes wearing hoodies and cozy big clothes, likes sitting in a dim or dark room, likes body mods for pain and reality, enjoys being able to write, likes reading, loves animals, likes repetition, likes sneakers and crocs, likes daydreaming, likes journaling, likes fake tattoos, likes racoons, possums, rats, mice and guinea pigs

Kiki: likes pastel pink, blue, and yellow, loves pitbulls (Staffordshire terriers), loves stuffies, loves having soft and lots of fleece blankets, likes having lots of pillows, likes crocheting and art, likes Bob's Burgers, Duncanville, SpongeBob, MLP, The Loud House, Daria, Ghibli movies, 90s cartoons, fanmade animations, stickers, buying art supplies, thrifting with guardians, likes cheese and ice cream (but knows we can't and shouldn't have caesin), likes long skirts, shorts, likes clothes that don't show our figure, likes painting toes, likes cute socks, likes petting animals, likes stimming and talking a LOT, likes small treasures like buttons, acorns, leafs, cute rocks and etc., likes indie music, likes Build A Bear, likes bookstores, likes gemstones, likes cute dresses, likes Crocs, chunky sneakers and flats

Page RTs:

Positivity posts, quotes, memes, stim boards, animals, intersex positivity, trans positivity, makeup positivity, art positivity, transmasc hobby ideas, transmasc history, lesbian history, mental health history, informative D.I.D/system light "discourse" or discussions, transmasculinity, transmasc inclusive feminism, self harm recovery

No Content On:

nsfw, blood, unnecessary discourse, animal abuse, scat, and anything we have to add later.

This is my first time doing an introduction for Tumblr so we're sorry if it's a little scattered. We're just very nervous since we don't usually all introduce ourselves. We hope we can discover more about ourselves in the transmasc and D.I.D communities!

Note: Please don't send our system serious asks about the world. We don't believe the world we wake up to is real. Our dreams are and we can not understand or comprehend reality. This is not our world and this life is not ours. So we do not know how to react to serious asks about the world or life. Nothing makes sense and what people label "dreams" are our reality.

Thank you so much for the warm welcome everyone! Just know Rue or Maverick are usually in charge of this page!! Don't be afraid to send in Asks and we'll read through them happily and try to answer as best as we can! Thank you all so much for your care and support!!🪻🪻🪻🪻✨✨✨✨

This page is 18+ for some mature or serious discussions and images. Please respect this!!

[happi-meals]

Breakfast, lunch, dinner – March 27, 2024

Today wasnt the best eating day for me. Between a few leftover snacks, like chocolate covered almonds, I didnt eat a lot. 😭

Executive dysfunction can cause some brain fog sometimes, and I didnt get enough sleep again cuz my mattress and pillows .... well let's just say theyre tired and expired lol. But I managed to go back to sleep long enough to have enough energy to make a quick breakfast of vegan grilled cheese with Daiya slices, 2 clemintimes, and a few pickle slices. I added pickles to resemble a grilled cheese order at my job lol (we use spears but chips suffice).

After finally gaining a sense of focus and reorganizing my kitchen to the sound of nostalgic breakcore, dubstep, and hyperpop, I almost forgot to eat a late lunch lol. I was pretty consumed in my efforts, esp since its been days since I could muster up focus and energy to get any tasks done. And my goodness am I behind on so much lol!!! But today was good. I even knew that I'd be busy with chores, so I put a cup of white rice on ahead of time and let it stay warm in the rice cooker. I unplugged it eventually to save on the electricity bill (which, last month's was almost $40 cheaper!!!! YEASSS), so it was a lil cool when I tried it. But before I started the rice when I sat down to eat, I finished a chicken siopao bun first. Always good shit!!!

I poured a bit of sweet chili sauce on the rice bed but then had a craving for platains lol. The local Jamaican store I've been frequenting serves them and while there a bit pricey I like to patronize there cuz i try to support local, small business in a town getting eaten up by corpo franchises and receding small business sectors. I drove out to the restaurant, got my fried plantains to go, and headed to my lola's house to pay a visit and also eat what I got there. (As an aside, I have a feeling that I got it that way bc I arrived 30 mins before they closed but they put the plaintains in a small brown bag, which couldnt quite handle all the grease lol. Just thought that was a lil strange but nothing personal or bad! The cashier offered a seperate bag to me to carry it all in and declined bc I was gonna put the plantains in my rice bowl anyway). I ate the plantains with my rice when I got to lola's house and while the commute made the food a bit cold, the sweet chili sauce gave it a bit of spicy heat to make it a good side dish to the soup lola offered me!

She is filipina and loves to cook. When I got there we were watching a movie, but shortly she asked if I wanted any soup she made, which was hot and sour soup. She makes everything homemade and since a kid I enjoyed her food. It was so good I had two bowls. I'll have to ask her one day how to make such delicious soup her way, so when she returns to the Philipines (one of her goals), I can have more things I learned from her. From what I could taste soup had shitake mushrooms, bamboo stalks, egg flower, and baby corn. So savory yet sour. And vegetarian this time! I could go for another bowl as I type this 🤤.

I left half the rice and a few plantains as leftovers but I might eat them as a night snack before bed. I like the flavor combos and I need to up the volume on my serving sizes to get adequate energy and nutrition. This "taking care of urself" shit is hard!

Salamat po, Lola ♥️

[sobeksewerrat]

Al Kabeer out of context 2:

"The international star, Leonardo Di Cadbury!"

"I put catfish in the bathtub because I saw a post on Noora-Al-Amoura's page on the benefits of eel massages. I couldn't find eels so I put catfish and the wires of our washing machine"

"This IS a political show. The zucchini represents the unstable political climate"

"This isn't your mother, son, that's a pillow I dressed in black cloth!"

"Our marriage cannot last more than 9 months, I have babies all over the world and I can't leave them alone"

"One really foggy day, the sky was clear-"

"We can only exorcise him using Jamaican music!"

"YOU BLEW UP YOUR WIFE?!"

"Instead of going to the bathroom I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, there I found moussaka and flat bread"(this was funnier in arabic)

"And you'll pee like th-"

"Ever since then, we've had to make him wear diapers on his ears"

"He is awake but sleepy, or uh, asleep but wakey"

"I don't like Candy Crush it is too much of a smart-people game"

[indnwitch]

With everything having chemicals in it, and everything either supporting a genocide or insanely expensive, here’s a list of natural beauty products that work better than chemicals imo;

Acne on face or body use African black soap -

Body moisturizing soap- use Aleppo olive oil soap -

Qusil powder used by African women for years as a naturally exfoliating deep cleansing hair and face wash. You mix the water with powder till it foams-

Rose water toner, it’s great for acne, anti aging, redness, sensitive, dry, and oily skin.

Hibiscus tea is a great vitamin C toner, you can dab it on your face as well as drink it for added benefits. Vitamin C evens and brightens the skin tone.

Pure pomegranate juice is another vitamin c alternative not the stuff you get at the store but the juice that comes out of the pomegranate seeds.

Fig seeds crushed and mixed with olive oil are a great natural exfoliating powder for your face -

Pure African shea butter is the BEST natural full body moisturizer you can get your hands on. It makes you so soft and silky. -

Argan oil is an amazing oil for your body face and hair, it promotes skin cell turn over acting as an anti aging agent for your skin, it deeply moisturizes your hair for long silky healthy strands-

Pomegranate and fig oils are amazing sleep masks if you have acne prone skin and breakouts. Slug with them instead of Vaseline.

Use pure Jamaican black castor oil for your eyelashes and eye brows to promote growth.

Use pure Virgin coconut oil as a natural makeup remover. Shea butter can also be used on the lips in place of lip balms.

Part two is up now

[thebanyo]

Transform Your Castor Hair Oil: Benefits and Tips

Castor oil has long been heralded as a miracle ingredient in the realm of hair care. Its rich, viscous consistency and potent nutritional profile make it a favorite among those seeking to enhance hair health, promote growth, and improve overall hair texture. This guide delves into the myriad benefits of castor hair oil, provides practical tips for its use, and offers insights on how to maximize its potential in your hair care routine. Whether you're dealing with hair loss, scalp issues, or simply aiming for shinier, stronger hair, castor oil can be a transformative addition to your regimen.

Understanding Castor Oil

What is Castor Oil?

Castor oil is a vegetable oil derived from the seeds of the castor plant (Ricinus communis). It is rich in ricinoleic acid, a type of fatty acid known for its anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties. This makes castor oil a beneficial ingredient not only for hair but also for skin and overall health.

Types of Castor Oil

Cold-Pressed Castor Oil: Extracted without heat, preserving the oil's natural properties and nutrients. It is considered the purest form and is ideal for hair and skin applications.

Jamaican Black Castor Oil: Made by roasting the castor seeds before extraction, resulting in a darker, more viscous oil. It is particularly popular for hair growth and scalp health.

Hydrogenated Castor Oil: A solidified form of castor oil, commonly used in cosmetics and personal care products.

Benefits of Castor Hair Oil

Promotes Hair Growth

Castor oil is renowned for its ability to stimulate hair growth. The high concentration of ricinoleic acid helps increase blood circulation to the scalp, providing the necessary nutrients and oxygen to hair follicles. This promotes healthy hair growth and can help reduce hair loss.

Strengthens Hair

The fatty acids in castor oil, particularly omega-6 and omega-9, nourish and strengthen hair strands, reducing breakage and split ends. Regular use of castor oil can lead to thicker, stronger hair over time.

Moisturizes and Conditions

Castor oil's emollient properties make it an excellent natural conditioner. It penetrates deep into the hair shaft, providing intense moisture and leaving hair soft, shiny, and manageable. It also helps to lock in moisture, preventing dryness and frizz.

Treats Scalp Conditions

The antimicrobial and anti-inflammatory properties of castor oil make it effective in treating scalp conditions such as dandruff, seborrheic dermatitis, and scalp infections. It soothes irritation and reduces inflammation, promoting a healthier scalp environment.

Enhances Shine

Castor oil imparts a natural shine to the hair, enhancing its overall appearance. It smooths the hair cuticle, reflecting light and giving hair a glossy, polished look.

How to Use Castor Oil for Hair

Scalp Treatment

Preparation: Warm a small amount of castor oil by placing the bottle in a bowl of hot water for a few minutes.

Application: Part your hair into sections and apply the warm oil directly to your scalp using your fingertips. Massage gently in circular motions to stimulate blood flow.

Duration: Leave the oil on for at least 30 minutes, or overnight for a more intensive treatment. Cover your hair with a shower cap to prevent staining your pillow.

Rinse: Shampoo your hair thoroughly to remove the oil. You may need to shampoo twice to ensure all residue is gone.

Hair Mask

Ingredients: Mix castor oil with other beneficial oils such as coconut oil, olive oil, or argan oil. You can also add essential oils like lavender or rosemary for added benefits.

Application: Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair, focusing on the ends. Comb through to ensure even distribution.

Duration: Leave the mask on for at least 30 minutes, or up to an hour for deeper conditioning.

Rinse: Wash your hair thoroughly with shampoo and condition as usual.

Leave-In Conditioner

Preparation: Mix a few drops of castor oil with a lightweight carrier oil like jojoba or almond oil to reduce its viscosity.

Application: Apply the mixture sparingly to the ends of your hair to seal in moisture and prevent split ends.

Styling: Style your hair as usual. The oil will add shine and reduce frizz without weighing your hair down.

Hot Oil Treatment

Preparation: Heat castor oil and a carrier oil (such as coconut or olive oil) in a microwave-safe bowl for a few seconds until warm.

Application: Apply the warm oil mixture to your scalp and hair, massaging gently.

Duration: Cover your hair with a shower cap and wrap it in a warm towel. Leave the treatment on for 30 minutes to an hour.

Rinse: Shampoo and condition your hair thoroughly to remove the oil.

Tips for Maximizing Castor Oil Benefits

Consistency is Key

Regular use of castor oil is essential to see noticeable improvements in hair health. Incorporate it into your weekly hair care routine for the best results.

Combine with Other Oils

While castor oil is highly beneficial on its own, combining it with other oils can enhance its effects. Coconut oil, olive oil, and argan oil are excellent companions, providing additional nourishment and improving the oil's spreadability.

Use Heat

Applying heat to your castor oil treatment can help to open the hair cuticles, allowing the oil to penetrate deeper into the hair shaft. Use a warm towel or a heat cap to maximize the treatment's effectiveness.

Be Patient

Hair growth and repair take time. It may take several weeks or even months of consistent use to see significant results. Be patient and persistent in your application.

Patch Test

Before using castor oil extensively, perform a patch test to ensure you don't have an allergic reaction. Apply a small amount of oil to your inner arm and wait 24 hours to check for any signs of irritation.

Avoid Overuse

While castor oil is beneficial, overusing it can lead to product buildup and potentially clog hair follicles. Use it in moderation and ensure you thoroughly cleanse your hair after each treatment.

Addressing Common Hair Concerns with Castor Oil

Hair Loss

Castor oil can help reduce hair loss by strengthening the hair roots and stimulating growth. Regular scalp massages with castor oil can improve blood circulation, providing essential nutrients to the hair follicles.

Dandruff

The antimicrobial properties of castor oil can help to combat dandruff and soothe an itchy, flaky scalp. Mixing castor oil with tea tree oil can enhance its effectiveness against dandruff.

Split Ends

Applying castor oil to the ends of your hair can help to prevent and repair split ends. Its moisturizing properties seal the hair cuticle, reducing the likelihood of split ends forming.

Thin Hair

For those with thin or fine hair, castor oil can help to add volume and thickness. The fatty acids in castor oil nourish the hair strands, making them appear fuller and healthier.

DIY Castor Oil Treatments

Castor Oil and Aloe Vera Gel Mask

Ingredients: 2 tablespoons castor oil, 2 tablespoons aloe vera gel.

Preparation: Mix the ingredients in a bowl until well combined.

Application: Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair, focusing on the roots and ends.

Duration: Leave the mask on for 30 minutes to an hour.

Rinse: Shampoo and condition your hair thoroughly.

Castor Oil and Egg Hair Mask

Ingredients: 2 tablespoons castor oil, 1 egg.

Preparation: Beat the egg and mix it with castor oil until well combined.

Application: Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair, covering it with a shower cap.

Duration: Leave the mask on for 30 minutes.

Rinse: Shampoo your hair thoroughly to remove the mask.

Castor Oil and Yogurt Scalp Treatment

Ingredients: 2 tablespoons castor oil, 2 tablespoons plain yogurt.

Preparation: Mix the ingredients until smooth.

Application: Apply the mixture to your scalp, massaging gently.

Duration: Leave the treatment on for 30 minutes.

Rinse: Wash your hair with shampoo and condition as usual.

Conclusion

Castor oil is a versatile and powerful addition to any hair care routine. Its numerous benefits, from promoting hair growth and strength to moisturizing and conditioning, make it an invaluable tool for achieving healthy, beautiful hair. By understanding how to use castor oil effectively and incorporating it into your regular regimen, you can transform your hair and address a variety of common hair concerns. Whether used alone or in combination with other natural ingredients, castor oil has the potential to significantly enhance the health and appearance of your hair. Embrace the natural power of castor oil and enjoy the journey to stronger, shinier, and more resilient hair.

[thelediz]

Sonic Underground Episode 19: Head Games

I’m watching Sonic Underground in search of inspiration to finish a fic I’ve been writing forever. It’s a sad state of affairs. See the recap of the first three episodes here, if you're interested!

The plot (for want of a better word): Robotnik has offered an island nation money and prosperity to create an island resort for the aristocracy. Can the triplets save the island and its people?

This episode once again contains some not great racial stereotypes and uncomfortable parallels to colonialisation and it does not handle any of it well. As you might have guessed from the image above. Parental Guidance is advised.

We open on Sonic being hungry and deciding his stomach is more important than helping his siblings put away the junk from… I guess another concert? Anyway, it’s a reason for him to go get chilli dogs.

Has anyone noticed that we literally never see Sonic eat anything on screen aside from chilli dogs in this series? It’s… a decision.

Meanwhile, the reason for this opening is for Aleena to slip the triplets a message via the chilli dog vendor, via a coconut she gets him to put in Sonic’s bag. It’s weird.

Anyway, the point is, she tells them to go to an island, which freaks Sonic out because islands are surrounded by WATER, but they have no choice because SWATbots attack and they need to go.

So the inhabitants of this island, who are certainly not Samoans with Jamaican accents, are a culture of fisherpeople, who have been promised ‘jobs’, ‘money’, and ‘a new way of life’ by Robotnik if they help him. The young and sensible character, who is certainly not a magical black man character, argues that they do not need a new way of life because they’re currently happy as they are. I am already uncomfy.

The father character is arguing that they need to change because the old ways aren’t providing anymore. He's trying to do right by his people. Which is fair. But obviously a result of manipulation.

Aaaaand there’s Bartleby, who is sponsoring this episode because he wants a resort for the aristocracy.

Arrrghhh this is all good world building and yet also super gross because they are absolutely not handling any of the issues with sensitivity and I am cringing into my pillows arrghhhh

Because like – Like – ARGH. Nope. No, I don’t know enough, I can’t comment or explain it’s just – ARGH.

But the point is, the village chief is selling the island to ensure his people can survive now that their traditional way of life is no longer sustainable, and the prince (Mantu) is insisting they can continue as they are despite no reason to actually think this is possible, and they’re having this argument in front of the people buying the island and… this is all plot setting I’m going to have to stop thinking and just accept and JUST UNDERSTAND HOW UNCOMFORTABLE I AM RIGHT NOW.

 And Mantu goes to pray to the guardian statues that are definitely supposed to be the royal triplets. Because, if you recall, this whole family is magic and has been for at least five hundred years. And so obviously when the triplets actually show up on the island, he assumes it’s the guardian spirits made form.

And look, I know Sonic isn’t a white character. BUT THE FRIKKIN WHITE SAVIOUR OVERTONES HERE.

Anyway. Accept and move on. Accept. And. Move. On.

The Song: Take a Chance. Reggae pop, complete with awkward accents. It’s… look, it was a choice, and a time, and we just… we deal.

Sonia finds out Bartleby’s involved and proclaims she will make him understand what he’s doing is wrong. Sonic decides to go with her (because that will ensure the bitchy banter I know and love), while Manic (interjecting with his occasional Smart Guy persona) sticks near the guardian statues to try and figure out the carvings.

…Robotnik has been scaring away the fish. Because of course it’s that simple. MOVE. ON.

But an interesting note – Robotnik doesn’t want Bartleby to know they plan to robotocise the villagers, because he might object. Which is more important world building that supports how Robotnik maintains his power: the aristocrats genuinely believe robotocisation is a punishment, and the purchase of the land from the villagers is what they would consider a fair business transaction. Enslaving Robotocising them would undermine the deal. I’m clinging to the world building and aristocrat characterisation because I need SOMETHING from this episode please.

Sonic implying less than 100% American Heterosexuality +1

I do love how, when Sleet shows up, Bartleby immediately hides behind his girl. It’s just a nice bit of character that I enjoy.

But ultimately the whole scene means they don’t really get to talk to Bartleby before they get chased away, but it gives Sleet an excuse to start taking over the village anyway. Bartleby is not happy that this is happening before they’ve actually done the buying thing. (If it had happened after money changed hands, then -)

Meanwhile, Manic has figured out the carvings aren’t words, but isn’t given time to explain before they have to save everyone.

…the villagers attack with Tarzan shouts and swing from jungle vines… MOVE. ON.

The markings on the statues are basically sheet music that allows you to move the statues like giant mecha. Because sure, why not. It works. And it’s something the villagers can continue to use after the triplets leave.

Look. Look, we just… this happened. We acknowledge it. We update our counters:

Sonic implying less than 100% American heterosexuality: 5

Sonia in love with Bartleby: 4/37

Sonia in love with someone who is not Bartleby: 1/37

Sonia’s got super strength: 3

Manic’s thieving Is A Problem: 3

We move on to the next episode.

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[storiesofsvu]

A Bowl of Cereal

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun Warnings: language, innuendo, mentions of smut.

Like clockwork every morning, alarm or no alarm, Rita’s face scrunched as she slowly started to wake up. The sun seemed to be streaming directly across her face, causing her the most annoyance. In their haste to get to the bed the previous evening, she’d forgotten to get back up and pull the curtains completely shut. Her hand came up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she rolled onto her side, reaching out for her phone to check the time. Letting out a quiet sigh, she sat up, unplugging the device as she did so in order to flick through a couple of texts and emails. Not that it was late, or that either of them had anywhere to be (to her knowledge at least) but she knew the coffee maker would automatically brew, and that beep was louder than anything else in the apartment building on the weekends.

After stretching out her stiff muscles and joints, she glanced down to the redhead tangled in her sheets, still blissfully asleep and unaware the weekend had officially started. Casey was sprawled on her stomach, a flurry of hair a stark difference to the pristine white of Rita’s sheets. Rita couldn’t help but smile softly at how peaceful she looked, the usual lines of frustration or annoyance on her face smoothed out and relaxed outside of a courtroom. Every so often her lips would twitch up into a curved grin, and it made Rita even happier that even unconscious, Casey felt safe and comfortable in the other woman’s space.

The sound of the coffee beginning to brew brought the older woman back to her senses, letting out a quiet breath as she slipped from under the sheets. She only paused to quickly toss some clothes on, grab a couple of things from the bedroom, and freshen herself up before padding out to the kitchen, making sure the bedroom door was shut behind her.

As she leant against the counter waiting for the coffee to brew her eyes darted over the shelves in the pantry, a slight panic slightly taking over her chest, fluttering its way through her. She didn’t exactly have any brilliant ideas of breakfast that would even remotely impress Casey, and she doubted she’d have time to order something in. Despite their many run ins at the courthouse, precinct, or at the usual after work lawyer dwellings around Manhattan, last night and thus, this morning, marked their first intimate, and more than friends encounter. It wasn’t like Rita to get awkward over things like this, though most of the time she either kicked them out right away, or didn’t even let them know where her apartment was, much less inside of it.

Chewing at her bottom lip she kept an eye on the coffee machine, making sure she had time to stop it before the beeping started, and moved closer to the pantry, pulling open the fridge door as she went.

There had to be something edible hiding inside.

*

Casey twitched slightly, her nose scrunching at the oh too familiar smell of coffee floating through the air. She was about to ignore it completely and opt for rolling over to sleep longer when she sunk into the heavenly plush pillows beneath her. Letting out a happy sigh at the level of comfort she was in, she remembered she definitely wasn’t in her bed right now, the escapades of the previous evening coming back to her as her brain began to fully wake up. She stifled a yawn, finally rolling onto her back as she stretched out her body, her eyes squeezing shut until a small chuckle interrupted her bleary thoughts.

“Here I was beginning to think you were faking sleep.” Rita mused, pulling a small laugh from the redhead.

“With the smell of that delicious coffee? Please,” Casey pushed up to sitting, keeping the sheet tight to her bare chest, “what is that?”

“Jamaican Blue.” She shrugged, “a client has a connection.”

“Course they do.” Casey accepted the mug of coffee with a smirk, humming over a sip of the steaming beverage.

“I…uh.. got you cereal…” Rita extended out the bowl in her free hand, her own coffee clutched tight to her chest, “it’s the only thing I can’t burn.”

Surprisingly, Casey let out a small snort, playfully rolling her eyes while she placed the coffee on the bedside table, reaching for the bowl.

“You sound like Alex.”

“Alex?” She asked, this time even more hesitantly.

“Cabot?” Casey raised a brow, “she was one of the sex crimes A.D.A’s, I think she’s off in the Congo right now.”

“Ah, yes. I have heard of her. I take it she wasn’t a whiz in the kitchen?”

“Would regularly light her stove on fire.” She laughed, shifting to pull her legs up crossed under her as Rita sat on the edge of the bed. Casey paused, her head tilting as her eyes swept over the other woman.

“What?” Rita asked with a small laugh over the brim of her cup.

“Nothing…” she huffed a laugh, ducking her gaze for a moment, “you just…look like a regular person right now..” Truthfully…Casey was completely right. Rita was clad in an old Harvard tee, a soft pair of pyjama shorts poking out from underneath it. This morning was the first time Casey had seen her without makeup, her hair lazily wrapped into a ponytail, and she hadn’t even known Rita owned glasses, much less wore them on the regular.

“And what do I look like otherwise?”

“A shark?” Casey grinned at the way the other woman barked out a laugh, “I mean, you have to know just how good you look in those perfectly tailored suits?! You’re always so meticulously done up, it’s part of the show with you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Rita teased with a smirk, sipping at her coffee, “guess I was imagining you practically drooling over that red number.”

“Oh come on!” She laughed, swatting at Rita’s arm, a mutual laugh echoing between them before a small silence took over the room, “you not hungry or something?” Casey’s voice husked out, pulling Rita out of her daydreams.

“Cereal’s not really my thing.”

“What? You just keep it around for us peasants?”

“Do you ever stop?!” Rita laughed, a true, from the heart laugh, one that tossed her head back, the sparkle in her eye ever so evident as her gaze caught Casey’s again. “I was just trying to be hospitable.” Her face softened, her hand reaching out to squeeze at the other woman’s calf.

“Thanks.” The redhead blushed, the cereal bowl moving to the bedside table as she continued to hold the sheet up to her chest, “I mean it…you’ve been a wonderful host so far. It’s been a while since I’ve actually been offered breakfast…much less breakfast in bed.”

“What can I say? I prefer to give special treatment to the ones I really like.”

“The ones you really like?” Casey’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes shot up to Rita’s, the hint of a smile on her lips, one that was begging to break free.

“Yeah…one that I really like.” She smiled, squeezing at her leg again, “how about I let you get dressed so I feel a little better about having this conversation?”

“Please don’t make me put on Prada right now.” Casey groaned as Rita moved through the room, pulling a scoff from the older woman.

“I have comfy clothes.”

“Shall I expect a two hundred dollar pair of leggings?” Casey called after her as she disappeared into the walk in closet, only for a pair of grey sweats to hit her nearly in the face.

“Those will barely be capris on you,” Rita called, “I stole them from Rafael.” The younger woman let out a laugh, “ah, here!” The brunette moved back through the room, tossing a shirt over to her, “I’ll let you get comfy, then we can order some real food.” With a soft smile, Rita vanished from the room, leaving Casey to take however much time she needed.

It didn’t take Casey long to get refreshed and into the comfy clothes, but Rita did have enough time to start a new pot of coffee. The redhead was still slightly hesitant as she emerged into the outer part of the apartment, waiting until Rita looked her way to greet her with a warm smile. She only paused to place her coffee mug and cereal bowl on the kitchen island before she gulped, deciding it was now or never, cutting the other woman off before she even thought about speaking.

“Like I said, I had a really good time last night, honestly a better time that I’ve had in a very long time. Especially considering you intimidate the fuck out of me, and you still kinda do…like you’re Rita Calhoun, and that means something.” Casey suddenly stopped as Rita slipped off her stool to step in front of her, a small smile on her face.

“You had a good time last night?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to do it again?”

“That sounds amazing.” Casey murmured, closing the distance between them as she wound her arm around Rita’s waist, pulling her impeccably close to her, unable to hold back the grin when their lips met. She let out a small chuckle as Rita couldn’t help but pop up onto her toes to meet her kiss, eagerly chasing her lips as the moved with grace.

Rita’s arms wrapped around the younger woman, never wanting to let her go, the feeling of her body against hers one that she would never want to forget. It was warm, familiar, and there was nowhere she would rather be. Suddenly, the memories of the night previous came flooding back to her, reminding her that this wasn’t their first kiss, that they had fully explored each other already. With a reluctant sigh, she pulled her lips away from Casey, a sheepish grin as she glanced up at the younger woman.

“You really are something, aren’t you?” She raised a brow and Casey laughed.

“I guess I try.” The younger woman replied with a warm smile, she managed to steal another kiss to her cheek before the coffee machine beeped again and Rita moved toward it, refilling both of their mugs. In the meantime, Casey redirected her attention back to her breakfast, scooping a generous spoonful of cereal into her mouth. She was onto her third when Rita finally turned back around with the fresh coffee, letting out a small laugh.

“You really don’t have to eat that…I said I’d order actual breakfast.”

“This is real breakfast.” She replied over a half mouth of cereal.

“You know what I mean.” Rita laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple, “weekends deserve something fancier, special brunch instead of boring food.”

“How could anything be boring when you’re the one who gave it to me?” Casey asked, her genuine curiosity getting the best of her. She wasn’t trying to be sickeningly sweet, she simply meant it. She’d always enjoyed her time with Rita, even if the older woman was sweeping the floor with her in a courtroom.

“You really are something…aren’t you?”

“Hmm?” She looked up at Rita, her face softening at the adoring expression across her features. The brunette reached out, smoothing back a few mussed up pieces of Casey’s hair.

“Let me buy you brunch.”

“Okay.” Her lips split into a wild grin, “but one one condition.”

“And what might that be Counsellor?”

“You let me buy you dinner next week?” Casey wound her arms around Rita’s waist, pulling the other woman flush to her, nudging gently at her nose with her own, her lips playfully in search of the others, “and maybe…” she brushed her lips against Rita’s, a feather light kiss, “just maybe I’ll want a little something sweet after brunch?”

“I think that can easily be arranged.” Rita chuckled into yet another kiss, humming in satisfaction as Casey’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

It was certainly safe to say that a bowl of cereal was all Casey needed to stick around, everything else was simply an added bonus.

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[blkgojo]

The Kitchen is Home | Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda is grief-stricken over the death of her brother. She’s far from home and reclusive. All you want to do is make her favorite foods. Fluffy.

Word Count: 2.096

Make no mistake. You weren't an Avenger. You were their cook. The job was a simple one, prepare the meals (if need be) and stock their fridge.  No riff raff. Nothing fancy. Honestly, the most exciting thing was when Wanda and Vision arrived. You thought she was quite pretty if a bit reserved. She barely left her room. Didn't go on many missions. 'Give her time,' Steve had told Tony.

None of that was your concern. You just wanted to know what food she liked.

 Most of the Avengers filled out a form or told you themselves what they enjoyed. When Bruce was around, he liked it when you made him protein and fiber rich dinners. Steve was a simple guy who made his own meals, always apologized before asking you to grab him something from the store. Natasha liked the fruit parfaits and pelmeni you cooked. Vision was quick to tell you he didn't exactly enjoy food.

Wanda? Nothing.

"What're you making?" Natasha walked into the kitchen. Her boots clicked against the rough tile.

You looked up from your bread. There was blood on her cheek. "Back from a mission?"

She nodded and rounded the island to stand next to you.

"Struuji," you said slowly. Apple dumplings. A desert common in the Balkans.

"Struklji," Natasha corrected. She grinned at the food. That little knowing half-smirk she always did. "They look good. I'm guessing you're making them for our newest Sokovian."

"Well, she hasn't exactly filled out the form or gotten back to me-"

"Mhm."

"- so I thought I'd just make some food. Make her feel at home."

"Uh huh."

You paused. Natasha wasn't even listening. She was just staring at the food.

"I'll make you some, too."

Her face brightened. "You're too sweet. Thank you, Y/N."

When the struklji was done, you made the plate pretty, topped off the pastries with a sprinkle of icing, and walked over to Wanda's room. The door swung open the moment you raised your hand to knock.

Wanda was there. Sitting on her bed. Staring at you with one brow lifted.

"Does that mean I can come in?" You asked.

"What do you think?" She replied.

You stepped in and the door promptly shut behind you. She cocked her head to the side, nodded at the plate in your hand.

"What's that?"

"Struklji," you said, stumbling over the word. You walked over and placed it on the empty spot next to her. "I made you some."

"Because I'm Sokovian." She didn't give you time to reply. "You can go." And then, as an afterthought. "Thank you."

You knew you were dismissed by how her head swivelled back to the TV. You hesitated, wanting to see how she liked it, but ultimately, left, closing the door behind you.

--

"Wanda liked your cooking."

"Really?"

--

She still hadn't approached you, hadn't even said thank you, but you wouldn't be swayed.  The Avengers were in a meeting debrief while you were in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches on the mekitsa. You counted 12. Enough for everyone even Tony who always managed to have something to say about your cooking.

" Oh? I didn't know this was a buffet." And there you go. There was Tony. Always talking.

You ignored him and placed the food down.

Tony pointed at the plate. "And what is this?"

"It's mekitsa," Wanda interrupted. Her eyes met yours.

"Is that Sokovian?" Steve asked.

She shook her head. "No, but it's common to eat it for breakfast or find someone on the street selling it. It's like a donut."

"Well, if Y/N made it, I'm sure it's good," Steve offered. He grabbed one and took a bite, nodding slowly as he ate. One by one the Avengers followed. Wanda being the last one.

She grabbed one, still eyeing you, and took a bite. The powdered sugar poofed, bits of it falling to decorate her hands and shirt. You looked at her. She was the only one you really cared to see their reaction.

"Is it good?"

Her expression was hesitant. Her eyes far away as if trapped in some memory. To your surprise, she frowned, eyed the pastry as if it had committed some crime.

Slowly, she nodded. She didn't smile or say thank you. She ate it and when she was finished, she took another one. You didn't know what to make of that.

--

You delivered food to Wanda for the next few weeks. Anything and everything remotely Sokovian or Balkan. Salma. Baklava. Rafioli. Gozleme.

"I don't know, Y/N," Natasha leaned back against the chair. Her feet kicked up on the desk. "It's like ever since Wanda came you forgot the rest of us eat, too."

The funny thing was that she was eating. You made the whole compound stuffed peppers for dinner. You were half on your way to bringing the plate to Wanda when Natasha, mouth half full with a pepper, began commenting.

You rolled your eyes. "That's not true."

Tony nodded. "It's true. You're slacking on your duties."

If he wasn't your boss, you'd remind him that tending to Wanda was your duty, but Tony didn't like being corrected. Again, you rolled your eyes. This time, sighing as well. You pointed at the pepper in his hand.

"It'd be easier if I didn't have an extra mouth to feed."

"You mean, me?" He pointed at himself. "The one who signs your check?"

You began walking again. Wanda's food would be cold if you continued to dilly dally. Like always, the door opened when you stepped up to knock. Wanda was sitting on the bed, facing the television as she always was when they weren't trying to get her acquainted with the Avengers lifestyle.

She nodded at the plate. "Stuffed peppers?"

You walked over and placed it beside her. "How'd you know?"

She pointed at her head. "Stark. He's loud."

"I stuffed them with lamb."

Her eyes met yours. She was fond of prolonged eye contact. Unafraid of it, but you would be, too, if you were a telepath.

"I can hear your thoughts, you know?"  

You stumbled over your words. For the first time, you thought you saw her grin. Just a bit. A lift at the corner of her lips.

"It's hard keeping track of all your superpowers." You shook your head, turning to the TV. Modern Family was playing on the screen. "You like sitcoms?"

"It's funny."

"Have you seen Living Single? It's another sitcom," you smiled faintly. "Probably not as distributed abroad."

She shook her head, picked up the remote and pointed it at the screen. "Is it online?"

"Oh. Um," You pointed at the bed.

"You can sit."

You sat next to her, scooted the food between you two. It took perusing through multiple streaming channels for you both to realize Living Single is nowhere to be found.

"Maybe, it's only on DVD," Wanda said, turning towards you. Up close like this, you noticed how her eyes had a rim of red around the green iris. Even when her powers were presumably not active.

"Probably." You shrugged.

An awkward silence settled between you. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her eyes looking down at the ground, deep in thought. You slowly began to feel as if you overstayed your welcome. You stood up and rubbed your hands on your jeans.

"Well, I should probably-"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"What."

She looked up at you. Her brows furrowed. "Why are you so nice to me?" She repeated slowly.

"You're far away from home," you said entirely too fast. Almost like a question. You continued in a slower voice, averting your gaze to calm your nerves. "I just- " You shrugged. "It's not fun being somewhere where no one is like you. Not really like you."

She stared at you for so long you turned to leave. "It's not," you heard her say behind you.

You turned.

"Thank you," she smiled. A genuine smile with her teeth and all. She pointed down at the plate. "For everything."

"Yeah, of course."

--

"Y/N."

You turned, jumped, to see Wanda coming at you down the hallway. She'd been there for two months now and just returned from a mission. When you turned, she waved a DVD, too far away for you to make out the title.

"Whassup?"

She held up the DVD.

"How'd you find it?" You half-shrieked.

"Being an Avenger has perks." She smiled. "Do you want to watch it?"

"Um," you looked towards the kitchen. There was stuff to get done, but there was always stuff that needed to get done.  It could wait. "Yeah. Sure."

There was only a bed in Wanda's room which wasn't normally an issue because normally, she sat criss-cross on it, and you could sit a little farther behind. This time she was more relaxed, scooting to the side so you had  space. Barely. When you sat down, your leg touched hers.

She pressed the 'play' button on the remote control and you began watching the first episode. She didn't move her leg. You didn't either.

--

"Y/N! You gonna go back to being our cook or are you still content with just being Wanda's?" Tony asked you.

He sat at the meeting table as he always did. Only this time the other Avengers were present save for Thor. You rolled your tongue in your cheek. He was your boss, you reminded yourself. Despite yourself, you peeked at Wanda. She didn't like Tony much, but her expression is carefully blank.

"Leave Y/N alone," said Natasha.

"I make food for everyone." You placed a plate of beef patties on the table.

Tony grabbed one off the table and inspected it. "So, this isn't a Sokovian dish?"

"It's Jamaican," you deadpanned.

"Hm." He took a bite. "Did Wan-"

"No, I did not request it."

It was beginning to feel like everyone knew something was up with you and Wanda. You and her had pledged to watch all the American sitcoms she hadn't seen, ranging from Living Single to Moesha, and there were many nights where you honestly just stayed up with her. Vision would join sometimes, too. It was your thing.

But, maybe, they all saw more than you did. For you, it looked like a friendship. Of course, there were times when you two lingered with one another - your hands touching the shared popcorn, your knees bumping and not moving away - but that was just it. These were moments in time.

You were in her room again. You leaned back against the pillow cushion, she laid next to you, a bowl of popcorn between you two. You didn't want to say anything. You didn't want to assume, but there was a palpable tension between you. One that had you avoiding her gaze, sitting closer to the edge than the center.

"There's a lot of singing in this one," she said.

"You sound disgusted."

"I am."

Under normal circumstances, you would've laughed. Now, you didn't know what to do. A laugh would be forced. Ignoring it would be weird. You decided on looking at her. She looked healthier now. Sadness still existed in the corners of her eyes, but she looked like she was eating well. Beautiful then and beautiful now.

She turned to look at you. Her lips curled up in a slight smile.

"I can hear you."

"I'm not- Oh." You could feel your face warming up. You averted your gaze to the popcorn. "Do you always hear me?"

She turned her body entirely, away from the movie to face you. She nodded.

"That's awkward."

"It's not." Her eyes lingered at your lips. "I enjoy it."

You two lay there, staring at one another. You turned towards her, mimicking her position. If you could see yourself, you'd know that you looked like a mix between apprehension and happiness. All you had to do was move forward. Kiss her. It'd be so simple.

"I think you're beautiful, too," she said quietly. "And I like it when we touch."

Her hands hesitantly reached out to touch yours. First, the fingertips and then, palm to palm.

"I do, too," you whispered.

Your kiss was a hesitant one. She wasn't the one to lean forward first. You swallowed your fear and did it. She met you. Her lips trembled. Yours did too. You pulled back to look at her, analyze if you were doing the right thing, your eyes searched hers for some confirmation. What you were met with was a bit of fear. A longing.

You kissed her again.

[lovingthekpoplife]

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BTS when their GF has long wavy hair

BTS when you feel insecure about your weight

Tickle wars and play fights with BTS

BTS react to their GF having bad knee pain

BTS reaction when their GF asks them to buy pads

BTS react to their GF getting into a fight with another girl

BTS daughters or sons?

What would BTS do when you lose a bet against them?

Sleepless Nights with BTS

BTS React to having a short GF     and the plot twist

BTS family troubles

BTS when they see their GF dancing to one of their songs

BTS when exo is like a brother to you

BTS when they get caught watching porn by their little sister

Drunk BTS

BTS when their GF fangirl over EXO

BTS when their GF has Memory Loss

BTS when they see your scars from self-harming

BTS when their GF acts recklessly after a few drinks

BTS react to their GF having really curly hair

How BTS would wake you up in the morning

BTS when you have a thich Jamaican Accent when speaking Chinese

BTS when you ask them to teach you a dance of theirs

BTS when they accidentally hurt you during playfight!

BTS when their GF cracks her knuckles a lot

BTS when a jackass bumps into you

When BTS realize they are in love with you

BTS seeing you fix your bra in public

How BTS kisses

BTS when they find their GF napping and drooling

Protective BTS Jin Jimin J-Hope Jungkook Rap Monster Suga V

BTS reaction to their GF getting their hair cut really short

BTS catching you singing and dancing their songs in your underwear and their oversized shirt

BTS when they see you talking to another guy and get jealous

BTS when they see you (and idol) perform for the first time

BTS when their best friend/sister has an abusive boyfriend

BTS when your parents don’t accept him

Cuddling with BTS

When they hear you speak Spanish for the first time

BTS Scenario- Suicidal girlfriend (TRIGGER WARNING)

How would BTS ask you out?

BTS when their GF has anxiety

BTS when you tell them you are afraid of the dark

You are internet friends and are finally meeting BTS

BTS when they come home to you dressed in a school girl outfit

BTS when you wake up at 3 am because you are hungry

BTS when their girlfriend acts cute and sexy in her new dress

Did someone say Bad Boys BTS? (gif)

When BTS gets jealous at their wedding

When you start rapping to a song they like

When they find out their gf is asexual

BTS discovering their GF is polish

BTS when they meet your male friends for the first time

When you get flustered by something they did

BTS reaction to a tragedy in your life

When you are an actress and have to kiss someone in a role and they get jealous

What type of teacher would BTS be?

BAD BOY BTS- When someone flirts with you

BTS when their girlfriend asks them to dye her hair

BTS when their GF sends a girl group cover while they are doing schedules

BTS when you slap them during an argument

BTS when you get jealous of their scene in a drama

BTS when they accidentally slap you during an argument

BTS when you see a spider

BTS when they find out a friend betrayed you

BTS when they see you at the beach with your guy friends

BTS when you surprise him by making him grab your boob

BTS when their girlfriend doesn’t take very good care of herself

BTS when you start moaning in your sleep — And the Plot twist! you wake up!

BTS when you ask them to shower with you

BTS at a Haunted House!

BTS after your first time

BTS when you want to have your first time but you are insecure

BTS when their girlfriend has really big boobs

BTS when their GF is a vegetarian

BTS when you accidentally call them daddy

BTS when they finally realize you are horny

BTS when they try to flirt with you but you don’t speak Korean written reaction

BTS birthday wishes

BTS when their sister is scared after watching a horror movie

BTS when you won’t cuddle them because of your body pillow

BTS when their GF plays with her lips a lot

BTS when they find out you have cancer

BTS when they catch you masturbating

BTS when another member kisses you

BTS when their little sister throws a party while their parents are out of town

In the Mourning- A BTS angst

BTS reaction when your water breaks

BTS when they catch you dancing to No More Dreams

Exo reactions and scenarios:

Exo as brothers

Exo reaction to their GF having big cheeks (gif)

EXO reaction to their GF loving LOTR

EXO when they see their GF dancing to one of their songs

When EXO realize they are truly in love with their Girlfriend

EXO when their GF fangirls over BTS

EXO when you call him oppa

EXO when you are insecure about your weight

EXO when their GF has bad knee pain

EXO when you are in critical condition

EXO when their GF is mad because she is brazilian but gets confused for Mexican

EXO when you have a cute accent

EXO when they meet their celebrity crush at a variety show

EXO when you tell them you used to get bullied

EXO when you want to go driving with them at 2 am

You are internet friends and are finally meeting EXO

EXO!WOLF! Au where you are his mate and are taken by a rival pack

EXO when they see the scar on their GF’s wrists

EXO when their GF dies in a drama she was acting in

Cheaters- A EXO-K scenario where they cheat on you

EXO when their GF swears a lot

EXO when they are shipped with you

EXO when their little sister is dating another member

EXO when their GF gets hurt playing volleyball

Individual scenarios:

A Chanyeol Scenario- Time and Pain (when his GF gets attacked by sasaengs)

Horror Nights and Pillow Fights- A Chen scenario

Luhan Wolf!Au when his GF gets taken by a rival pack

Showers With Chanyeol (smut)

Betrayed- A Sehun Angst , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 (Sehun), Part 12 (D.O)

Now I understand- A Kyungsoo Smut , Part 2

Get well soon…- A Jongin Scenario

With Eyes that Shine Like Stars- A Chen Scenario

Thunderstorm- A Sehun Smut/fluff

Just You and I- A Kris Boss!Scenario

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Today we remember the passing of Johnny Nash who Died: October 6, 2020 in Houston, Texas

John Lester Nash Jr. was an American singer-songwriter, best known in the United States for his 1972 hit "I Can See Clearly Now". Primarily a reggae and pop singer, he was one of the first non-Jamaican artists to record reggae music in Kingston.

Signing with ABC-Paramount, Nash made his major label debut in 1957 with the single "A Teenager Sings the Blues". He had his first chart hit in early 1958 with a cover of Doris Day's "A Very Special Love". Marketed as a rival to Johnny Mathis, Nash also enjoyed success as an actor early in his career, appearing in the screen version of playwright Louis S. Peterson's Take a Giant Step in 1959. Nash won a Silver Sail Award for his performance from the Locarno International Film Festival. Nash continued releasing singles on a variety of labels such as Groove, Chess, Argo, and Warner Bros.

Nash sang the theme song to the syndicated animated cartoon series The Mighty Hercules, which ran on various television stations from 1963 to 1966.

In 1964, Nash and manager Danny Sims formed JoDa Records in New York. JoDa released The Cowsills' single "All I Really Want to Be Is Me." Although JoDa filed for bankruptcy after only two years, Nash and Sims moved on to marketing American singers to Jamaica, owing to the low cost of recording in that country.

In 1965, Nash had a top five hit in the US Billboard R&B chart, the ballad "Let's Move and Groove Together." That year, he and Sims moved to Jamaica. Their lawyer Newton Willoughby was the father of Jamaican radio host Neville Willoughby. After selling off his old entertainment assets in New York, Sims opened a new music publishing business in Jamaica, Cayman Music. Nash planned to try breaking the local rocksteady sound in the United States. Around 1966 or 1967, Neville Willoughby took Nash to a Rastafarian party where Bob Marley & The Wailing Wailers were performing. Members Bob Marley, Bunny Wailer, Peter Tosh, and Rita Marley introduced Nash to the local music scene. Nash signed all four to an exclusive publishing contract with Cayman Music for J$50 a week.

In 1967, Nash, Arthur Jenkins, and Sims collaborated to create a new label, JAD Records (after their first names Johnny, Arthur, and Danny), and recorded their albums at Federal Records in Kingston. JAD released Nash's rocksteady single "Hold Me Tight" in 1968; it became a top-five hit in both the U.S. and UK. In 1971, Nash scored another UK hit with his cover of Marley's "Stir It Up".

Nash's 1972 reggae-influenced single "I Can See Clearly Now" sold over one million copies, and was awarded a gold disc by the R.I.A.A. in November 1972. "I Can See Clearly Now" reached #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 on November 4, 1972, and remained atop the chart for four weeks, spending the same four weeks atop the adult contemporary chart. The I Can See Clearly Now album includes four original Marley compositions published by JAD: "Guava Jelly", "Comma Comma", "You Poured Sugar On Me", and the follow-up hit "Stir It Up". "There Are More Questions Than Answers" was a third hit single taken from the album.

Nash was also a composer for the Swedish romance film Vill så gärna tro (1971), in which he portrayed Robert. The movie soundtrack, partly instrumental reggae with strings, was co-composed by Bob Marley and arranged by Fred Jordan.

JAD Records ceased to exist in 1971, but it was revived in 1997 by American Marley specialist Roger Steffens and French musician and producer Bruno Blum for the Complete Bob Marley & the Wailers 1967–1972 ten-album series, for which several of the Nash-produced Marley and Tosh tracks were mixed or remixed by Blum for release. In the UK, his biggest hit was with the song "Tears on My Pillow" which reached number one in the UK Singles Chart in July 1975 for one week.

After a cover of Sam Cooke's "Wonderful World" in 1976 and "Let's Go Dancing" in 1979, for many years Nash seemed to have dropped out of sight, with the exception of a brief resurgence in the mid-1980s with the album Here Again (1986), which was preceded by the minor UK hit, "Rock Me Baby". Younger audiences were introduced to Nash's music with the appearance of Jimmy Cliff's cover of "I Can See Clearly Now" in Disney's 1993 hit film Cool Runnings. In May 2006, Nash was singing again at SugarHill Recording Studios and at Tierra Studios in his native Houston. Working with SugarHill chief engineer Andy Bradley and Tierra Studios' Grammy-winning Randy Miller, he began the work of transferring analog tapes of his songs from the 1970s and 1980s to Pro Tools digital format.

On June 25, 2019, The New York Times Magazine listed Nash among hundreds of artists whose material was reportedly destroyed in the 2008 Universal fire.