#Washable face mask

[sodrippy]

sobwail my eyemask is breaking me out

[vxnuslogy]

– my proxy.

pairing: wise x gn!reader

premise: belle is currently suffering from an incurable disease of watching her brother play oblivious to your obvious hints of affection. she only prays that you confess soon or at least realize that wise actually feels the same.

– warnings: none

– author's notes: i am so normal about wise. whenever he starts talking in game i just burst into a fit of giggles. filler post for now. | ~700 words.

wise despite his name, wasn’t all that wise when it comes to noticing the very obvious hints you throw at him (or maybe he does know, he just isn’t speaking up about it). but belle does, and it sends her into a fit of giddy giggles that she hides behind her fist whenever it happens.

a fond and amused glint in her eyes whenever wise gets flustered after you call him “my proxy”. it wasn’t anything out of ordinary, wise always calls himself your proxy anyways, but whenever you do it on missions or when you go to hollows to accompany the cunning hares, it never fails to flush his cheeks a pretty pink. belle would let out a snicker and kick his feet from under the table and she’s always met with a warning glare. not once has he mentioned the romantic undertones of your words despite picking up on it himself. 

or the times when you would always drop by their store to hangout in his room. more often than not, when belle comes to check on you both, you’d be fast asleep on his bed with a bangboo in between you two. a devious smirk would always creep up belle’s face when she tip toes into the room and quietly open the cap of a washable marker to write on both of your faces. wise, when he wakes up, would come running down the stairs to chase belle around for writing “[name]’s proxy” in big bold letters on his cheek while you laugh. never once wiping the words of “wise’s hollow raider” with a heart on the cheek opposite to wise’s. 

belle isn’t ignorant nor is wise, but it does frustrate her when her brother doesn’t speak up about his very obvious feelings about you. a sudden feeling of irritation blooming within her chest when she sees your crestfallen expression when wise keeps calling you “just a friend” when general cop or the tin master ask what your relationship is. belle doesn't miss the flash of slight hurt in your eyes before you mask it with an awkward smile and wave of your hand, agreeing with what wise said even though you obviously want to be something more than just a friend.

she’s frustrated with you too. the hours the two of you spend in their workspace, curled up on the couch as you vent out your frustration at wise’s obliviousness. eight out of ten times, belle would just urge you to confess directly, however, you would always go quiet and murmur into the bangboo in your arms that confessing isn’t an option. at first, belle was rightfully confused. she saw how you looked at wise; you looked at him as if he hung the sun and moon himself. he was your entire world and you had him putty in your hands with just two words. it wasn’t until the day after when belle finally realizes –when nicole has her arms wrapped around your waist and an angry flush on her face when you enter their store battered and bruised, but still smiling– that this was a first for you too. 

before becoming a regular client, you would recklessly jump into hollows without a carrot or a proxy. barely making it out alive if nicole hadn’t found you and made you a member of her little band of misfits. you were enamored with wise when he first patched you up. you didn’t have anyone before him that cared enough to lecture you about danger, your recklessness, and bad habits. he was probably the first person that genuinely showed concern for you so belle understood for a moment why you didn’t want to confess. she’s watched enough romance movies and read books and comics to know that confessing has its risks. your friendship that you painstakingly built with her brother brick by brick would come crumbling down if you said those three words.

“my dearest proxies,” you barreled into their store front with a bright grin. belle doesn’t miss the twinkle in wise’s eyes when he sees you. “let’s go out for lunch. my treat!”

“what’s the occasion?” wise asks, putting down the boxes of videotapes on the counter to give you his undiverted attention.

your grin reached your eyes as you waved a piece of parchment in front of them both. “it’s paycheck day! and what better way than to treat my proxies to lunch for taking such good care of me.”

“count me in!” belle merrily jogs towards you and gives you a high five.

“what do you say wise?” belle flashed her brother with a knowing look. the boy only shook his head and started leading the two of you out the store.

“well, how can i say no to free food?”

wise stole a laugh from your lungs as you tangled your arms with them both. “that’s my proxy. now let’s go!”

belle never misses the way wise’s cheeks flush whenever you intertwine your arms together; it was as easy as breathing for you. she just hopes that one day you’ll see for yourself that wise also feels the same, he’s just clueless and a little shy to show it unlike you.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Hi! Sorry if this is a dumb question, but what do you know about reusable covid-safe masks? I've never stopped wearing the fabric masks, but I'd like to step up my protection. I'm also just worried about all the trash single-use masks will produce -- I want to be environmentally responsible too -- but a lot of mask resources don't seem to specify much on reusability/washability. I'd be really grateful for anything you can send my way.

First off, reusable filters don't offer enough protection. You need at least n95 rated material, and washing it breaks it down and removes its electrostatic charge, rendering it less protective. There's no 100% earthy-crunchy green way to give yourself adequate covid protection. What elastomeric masks do, however, is reduce the amount of waste in reducing filter size. This also brings the cost of filters down in most cases. Some companies exist that recycle masks too, but I only have links Canadian examples and I don't know where you are.

There's a lot of elastomeric masks out there. 3M has over 3 dozen n95 or p100 models to choose from. There's even forced-air options if you wanna go for the absolute best protection, but in all but the highest risk and research covid scenarios, it's major overkill.

Because I don't know you or your measurements, I can't tell you what mask will 100% fit you. Personally, my everyday wear is a big-nose model Flo Mask, and for high risk scenarios, I break out my MSA Advantage 300. There's dozens of models and levels of protection out there ranging from full face, forced air respirators to the thong-like B99 B2 that only barely covers my mouth and nose. The zero covid reddit might be a great place to ask people for recommendations based upon your concerns with fitting an elastomeric to your specific face type: low/high bridge, shallow/chubby cheeks, and chin size all impact which elastomeric is likely to get and keep a good seal in use. You might have to buy 2 or 3 before you find *the one* is a problem you may encounter, but of all the elastomerics I've seen, Flo Mask has the best general fit and would be a good starting point.

Basically, even disposable masks will prevent you using even more resources and plastics and such by keeping you healthy and out of the hospital. Someone who uses and throws away 2 or 4 masks every couple weeks (depending on your specific needs, could be a little more if you like sweat at work a lot or something) is far less impact than a ICU stay for covid. Also, you could help prevent covid *and* offset everyone's mask waste by eliminating Taylor Swift since she flies two private jets to all her events which spread more covid than any other superspreader event. (For legal reasons, I am joking)

[erik-carierre]

Author’s Note: I do not and will not regret this. Thank you (?) to @brendadaaedestler for the inspiration.

The Snuggie Oneshot

Her shriek at once echoed off his chamber walls.

Erik’s grim face twisted in an expression his decaying features alone could produce; he had expected this tragic outcome and yet seemed to revel in its arrival. His smile was jagged and his eyes fiercely trained on her, a warning of his slow approach.

“My dear.”

Christine gasped and backed from the horrible sight, nearly tripping over herself in the skirts of her robe and costume from Hannibal. “No… no! It’s too horrible!”

“Feast your eyes! Glut your soul!” He cackled monstrously. “Yes, you wanted to see, my dear, you wished to know what lay hidden beyond the veil!” He snapped with reproach, finally darting forward to ensnare her wrist in his dead hand and drag her closer to the sight.

“Erik, no!”

“You wanted to know?! Look!”

Her wide, terrified eyes beheld the sight. A yawning black chasm, sinister wires affixed to a metal rod, hanging there like so many nooses. And on each…

A fleecy, super soft garment to keep you warm and your hands free. The machine-washable fabric seemed to taunt her in the candlelight, so unnervingly versatile enough to be worn anywhere, so eerily lightweight. The perfect, horrifying companion for lazy days.

“You see, I no longer live by the rules of man,” he explained from behind the mask, letting her go as he straightened and gave a simple gesture towards the open closet. “Man, who has shown me nothing but hate!… Snuggies, on the other hand—“

“Erik!” She cried. “How can you possibly commit such a fashion crime? Why not a sensible cloak, or a long jacket?”

“Jackets show no compassion to me!” He cried like a wounded animal. “Besides, finding a tailor for the sleeves and length is an absolute nightmare. Now, with Snuggie’s one-size-fits-most accessibility…”

Poor Christine moaned with dread, and once more began to distance herself. But a long arm clad in super-soft black material snaked round her waist and held her captive once more.

“There is beauty one can find, Christine, in this life, if only one chooses… you shrink from me! Ah, Christine, you do not yet know the joys of all-day comfort whether you’re watching TV, working from home, braving the cold at outdoor sporting events…”

She was helpless as he led her to an adjoining closet, but she could not look away, no matter how hard she tried; at last, when this fresh nightmare was revealed, it was all she could do to give a squeak of pure terror. Before her stood a mannequin, a bride, unmistakably; the figure bent forward, as if to embrace, wearing a veil…

And a bright, white Snuggie.

She fainted in his arms, and the Angel of Music held her to his breast, looking over her limp figure almost mournfully.

“Jeez. Better not show her the face.”

[maleficentmrsofallevil]

ADHSquirrel project time

In true disorganized jumping-bean-brain fashion, I've got multiple projects going at once. I prefer this, actually - I like to cycle through things when brain screams "No more focus on this!"

In no apparent order:

Dollhouse nostalgia: this is a cheap, bad kit from the 90s alternately known as the Greenleaf Allison or the Whitney Cambridge dollhouse. It's made of balsa wood, and the wood warps if you look at it sideways.

I put one together when I was (much, much) younger, and then we threw it away when it started to fall apart. Now I want it back - but this time, I want to put it together so it's a lot more stable.

Plans: reinforce exterior load-bearing walls by creating faux clapboard siding and quoins (the corner pieces) like this:

I found craft wood sheets that are 1/8-inch (3 mm) thick, and I'll be cutting them in 1/2 to 1-inch strips and gluing them to the exterior walls. Then paint and seal. I also like the raised decorations on the window sills and shutters. Hopefully, I have enough craft sheets to do that, too. I got the kind of sheets that are thin enough to cut with a craft knife, and I've got rulers for days. Dreading the sanding, though. So much sanding. Also, I've been researching putting together dollhouses, and I learned that it's better to dry fit the whole thing, secure in place with masking tape, and then glue stuff together. This is - very smart.

Sewing: continues apace. Pattern pieces are cut out for this Requiem Art Design Renaissance gown.

I'll be doing the long, fitted sleeves. The pattern is made for knit fabric, but I'm using a woven fabric (silk dupioni I've been told, but I am not entirely certain what that is), so I incorporated the seam/hem allowances into the edges. I'm not linking to this pattern again, because it has... issues. Let's call them issues. (I'll be sending a write-up of my feedback to the designer once I've finished.)

I've cut out the pattern pieces. Now I'm tracing them onto cereal box cardboard to make pattern "blocks" - then I'll trace them onto yet more paper after I add 1/4-inch seam/hem allowances. I'm also planning to use washable markers to trace the actual patterns onto the fabric. I want to see if the marker actually washes out.

Next up: cutting cheap fabric for a toile/muslin, aka a practice run. Sewing machine has been cleaned and is in good operating condition.

Dress fabric:

I'm using the one on the right for the dress, and the one in the middle (a gorgeous copper in person) for the arm bands and sleeve linings. It's going to be for my Feeple60 girls.

Poor Ria.

Face-ups/blushing: every time I'm in the mood to go downstairs and work on face-ups and blushing, my ankle decides to be a little diva and inform me that under no circumstances will I be able to take the stairs today. This is exceptionally frustrating, but such are the joys of aging, I suppose.

Craftorama room: even more stuff has been cleared out of the master bedroom in preparation for upcoming staycation, when we'll move into the MBR and create Craftorama room. My office has been totally taken over by dolls, and I love it. I walk into the office to work, and all my lovely girls are here to keep me company. Cleaning books off bookshelves and filling a box to donate to the local library/thrift store, so I'll have shelf space for my dolls. Cuz priorities.

I am so excited for Craftorama room; I will not shut up about it. No more ankle-diva-no-stairs. I can close the door and work - no worries about cats trying to play with (and possibly get injured by) sewing notions. And I can finally, FINALLY, restring in peace.

[calmcoldevening]

Strawberry

Tw: well, nothing like that, but an obscene enough kiss?

The cold corridors of the hospital smelled of damp and medicines. Even starched dressing gowns are so saturated with the smell of antiseptics that when you arrive home, your whole body smells of alcohol outside of work clothes. But true connoisseurs of their work are only encouraged and reminded of their favorite profession literally always.

Hurried nurses with tablets run along the corridor; old gurneys from the forgotten times of the hospital's foundation, covered with strange, non-washable stains, drive; doors open every now and then and return to their original position with a pop of hinges, clicking dully.

You once again turn right and then left and see the long-awaited end of the corridor. You could have sworn that this endless hospital maze took a good fifteen minutes of your professional time. It was worth it.

You hurriedly, as far as patent leather heels allow, approach the farthest iron door at the end of the corridor, right by the window. You briefly nod to the guard following you all this time.

"I remember the rules. If anything happens, I'll call you, Daniel, okay?"

Now the guard gives a small nod. His eyes are hidden from you by the usual dark glasses, but you can swear that he looks at you with concern. Just like an older brother.

The man opens the door with a massive key and lets you in.

The black walls are hung with various masks. There was a bed on the side of the ward, surprisingly neatly made; in the center there was a table with a lamp on and a bunch of materials for needlework. This patient's room has never been distinguished by cheerful colors and lush decoration, but it was beautiful in its own way and inspired a sense of calm. An ordinary child's room.

You relax when you notice the hunched figure above the table. On the chair under him hangs the usual thin terry-cloth jacket, so now the man is sitting in a white worn T-shirt. You walk up to the wall and touch the first mask you see with your fingers.

"Good job, Michael."

The man shifts his body slightly towards your voice. Only you are allowed to touch his masks, you and no one else.

"Are you hungry, Michael? I was told that you refused your lunch again."

Time after time, you say his name softly. Only from your mouth it sounded so soft and at ease. You approach the man and put your hand on his shoulder, slowly rubbing. He seems to be relaxing. Running your hand along the entire length of his shoulders, you touch the brown hair with your fingers, pushing them aside. Now you see Myers wearing a mask. Orange, similar to a pumpkin.

"I brought you something."

Even though it is forbidden by the rules, you managed to persuade Dr. Loomis, and he had a conversation with his superiors, to allow you to bring some strawberries for this silent patient. Not so long ago you managed to find out that he really loved her as a child. Maybe this will help him get better?

You put a small plastic container on the edge of the table. Michael notices this and removes the brush from his hands, putting down the paper. You open the white lid and slowly take out one berry.

"I need to pull back your mask so I can see your mouth, Michael."

Myers freezes for a moment, but immediately begins to slowly and carefully pull back the edge of the mask. Just enough so that you can reach his mouth.

You put your free hand on his chin, lightly stroking the stubble, and pull him down. The yielding lips open. You calmly bring the strawberries to his mouth and put them inside, closing your lips with your fingers. You can't see his face underneath, but you're sure that his ultramarine eyes are now animalistically glaring at you, intently watching your every move. You're smiling.

"Do you like it?"

An uncertain nod. You look around the room and notice the chair you left before. Putting him next to Michael, you sit down, straightening the edge of the robe. You looked smaller now than when you were standing. Myers is huge.

You take another berry and also carefully put it in the man's mouth. He chews slowly. You are fascinated by the movement of his chin, the work of his neck and thick veins on it, the protruding Adam's apple.

You fold your hands in your lap, hoping that Michael will take this gesture as an opportunity to eat himself. He hesitates a little, but then follows your example and pulls out a red berry from the container. But the man does not carry it in his mouth. He pulls the mask to the usual place on his face and brings his fingers with strawberries to your chin. You raise an eyebrow, but noticing the man's expectant look, you obediently open your mouth. Michael puts a berry in your mouth, watching you chew slowly. His fingers are still covered in red juice. The man runs them over your lips, leaving a wet trail. You can see how his eyes sparkle under his hair and mask. You instinctively lick your lips, touching Michael's fingers with your hot tongue. Myers runs his nails over your plump lips again, unexpectedly sliding inside. You feel his fingers pressing on your tongue, as your mouth fills with more and more saliva. The man moves his fingers back and forth, watching your reaction. The sweetness of the berry juice and the slight bitterness of his skin contrast pleasantly while you slowly wrap your tongue around his thick fingers.

Extremely unprofessional.

You make a couple more short movements when Michael removes his fingers. He looks at your lips, pink saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. You can't see, but Michael is grinning under the mask, feeling a strange bubbling in his chest. An aching tingling, more like an electric wave, echoing in every cell of his large body. This was his first time.

You were sitting opposite a man with flaming crimson cheeks and ears. Sweat broke out on his forehead. You tucked the strands falling over your face behind your ear, looking away in embarrassment and trying to catch your breath. Your own heart was pounding in your ears.

"Well, Michael," you noticed that he tilted his head to the side, "If you still want strawberries, you should finish them now; we don't have much time left for visiting."

While Myers was doing your request, you were flipping through a stack of drawings lying on the corner of the table. Chaotic strokes were visible on the slightly crumpled paper, gathering into a single, slightly strange image. In some drawings, Michael depicted his mother, these were routine activities, for example, homework or a quarrel with her boyfriend; in others there were simple doodles of animals or some details of the hospital that Michael remembered during walks; in others there was you. Such sketches were executed with extreme care. And although they were not professional, rather, they only vaguely resembled someone's portrait, you immediately recognized yourself in them: your usual uniform with a miniature chain on your collarbones and the distinctive features of your face. On each drawing with you there was a short inscription "Mine".

[xo-urban]

Hey this request isn’t really an X reader kind of thing, more like of their reaction to it oh and male reader is married to a man and has kids also

So basically the task force 141 was going through a mission but it failed so they had to lay low for a few hours or days so— Male reader took upon him to let them crash at his safe house which has his family currently staying in it.

{two kids in their 10 or 11 ig, and a husband}

Someone is heavily injured, like a gash wound or blooding bad, so their leaning on Male reader, who’s a medic— having to help because before his equipment was blown or left behind.

When their in they meet the husband, who’s just finish’s making up dinner for him and the kids, his face held shock seeing his other half{us} and a group of heavy suited men. {you can put their reaction here XP}

— sugar~

Alrighty! This is gonna be headcannons if that’s alright with you!

The Team finds out about your quieter life.

No ship, just some friends reacting to you being married.

You had been married for a long time with your husband for more than a decade.

They two of you adopted two kids which you raised, now being glorious at the ages of 10 and 11.

You and your husband have previously served in the military, except you still worked and he retired to take care of the kids for you so you didn’t have to worry so often.

You had been fighting along side the infamous Task Force 141, who you would have definitely call them a second family.

One night a mission goes south, and everything turned out to be absolute shit. No one knew where to go or take cover so you stepped in and took the lead, bringing your team to a safe house you knew like the back of your hand.

You rushed inside as a bloody wounded soldier was brought in. You were the medic of your team, there to fix everyone up. So you wasted no time patching the poor soldier up.

Your husband would eventually greet you with food, assuming the commotion was you after a tired night. But he was greeted with far more people than he expected.

Your husband would be very confused, but to see you working calmly relaxed him a little. Glad to see you were okay.

Eventually your kids came in to check out what was happening in curiosity.

When you finished, you finally greeted your husband before introducing everyone to each other.

You told your husband the situation you guys were in and he was glad to help.

141 was quite surprised to find out you were married and had two kids! Astonished. Mainly cause you never talked about your family.

You would offer to help cook more food as Gaz and Price offered to set up a few places to sleep, while Soap dragged Ghost along to take care of your kids.

When you came back with plates, you could see Price and Gaz laughing, stripped of unnecessary gear, same with Soap and Ghost, except Soap was playing along with some figurines with one of your kids while Ghost sat there, still with a smile under his mask as your other kid drew on his mask with washable markers and decorating it with shiny stickers.

Your families were brought together that night and you couldn’t be happier.

Over the past few days, your husband and team had grew fond of each other, but soon enough everyone had to get back to work, despite the kids’ protests, 141 made sure that they’ll come back to visit. It’s nice to see some of the coldest hearts warm up in the company of the safe house.

Your husband and you of course kiss and hug proudly throughout their stay, sharing stories and making memories.

[zorilleerrant]

Jason was right about the school. Bruce pulled some strings and went on some whole long thing about scholarships. Not to Jason, but he can still see it in the haggard smile on the face of the woman in charge of liaising with all the educational institutions, the way she overemphasizes certain phrases like she’s repeating them word for word.

Not least of all the part where she pushes seventeen brochures into his hands and asks him, with a pained look in her eyes, if he’s thought about college, and work-study programs, and student discounts on all sorts of things. Thin lips biting back the way Bruce obviously wants desperately to pay for it all, as if he isn’t already paying Damian’s tuition out of pocket.

The scholarships are real, this just clearly isn’t one. This is someone paying too close attention to someone who should’ve slipped his view, and now Jason can’t even use his own name anymore. A Jason, sure, there are lots of them, but the one Bruce has gotten so worked up about? Best case, he’ll think Jason’s a plant by some villain who wants to throw him off his game, worst case – worst case he’ll know.

He doesn’t think he can use Peter, either. Not unless he wants to see tears pile up in the corners of Bruce’s eyes while he smiles softly and pretends they aren’t. Not that Jason’s ever gotten entirely used to that one, either, the handful of times he used it.

Fuck, it would all be so much simpler if he really were just some down on his luck single dad, going back to university to learn things he never got a chance to, never having to hide all the things he shouldn’t know. But he’s about as much Greg Cather as the guy who made the fake ID was, if you don’t count the picture. It’s not actually of Jason, but it’s close enough.

Damian can still keep his given name, at least, and Jason can be Baba all he wants, and they have, you know, the things he planned. All the things he planned. They have food, and clothes, and somewhere to stay, and Damian’s going to school soon. Everything but Jason’s rock solid plan to hole up in a safehouse and do who knows what.

Put on a mask and be Robin again. Be Batman, but better. Hell, be a supervillain, maybe, just so long as he got to dress up as someone else for a while, have an excuse to run and jump and climb and stare at the blurry stretch of Gotham under weightless apogee. Drag himself back into the moment when he could fly.

He still has weapons. He just also has Batman’s scrutiny.

There’s something almost as soothing about packing a bookbag for Damian. The bag he had, sturdy canvas dragged all the way from home, and Damian would probably throw a fit if he had to go to school without it, so just as well. Something has to be consistent in the kid’s life. But everything else is from this neat little closet, smelling like artificial flowers over industrial cleaner, someone trying to pretty up another soulless shell. But under that, he can smell the paper scent of brand new notebooks, carboard boxes and plastic discarded to the side.

Everything is new and fresh and unmarred. Jason doesn’t think Damian’s ever used a marble composition book before. He’s used a ballpoint pen, but nothing this cheap, used markers, but never the washable, nontoxic kind. The books are well below his reading level, but he hasn’t studied literature yet, doesn’t know what he’s in for, and Jason finds himself a little jealous. Back to school shopping was always his favorite, just for this, even if the charity bins look a little brighter these days. Bruce’s fault or whatever. At least he’s done something right.

Damian looks skeptical at the neatly packed bag, lighter than he’s used to hauling around, but Jason’s riding his satisfaction high, brushing out the kid’s hair and feeding him breakfast, getting him to his first day of classes on time.

Breakfast is a granola bar and an apple. Jason will go shopping after.

Damian glares at Jason for clutching his hand too tight, but they make it to school without incident, and Jason barely has to juggle pleasantries before he remembers how to sign a form, sign Damian in. Hopefully not consign him to – well, Jason went here, too, and it was bad, some days, and worse others. But Damian is starting sooner, knowing more than he did at that age, and with Jason to back him up if anything goes wrong. So.

So.

“I’ll be fine,” Damian says, with an eyeroll that doesn’t cover the tremble in his lip, but makes Jason smile all the same.

He packed Damian a lunch. It’s not a very good lunch, but it has a note in it, some aphorism he’s already forgotten, just to get the kid through the day.

“I know you will,” Jason tells him, and wonders what he’ll do the whole time Damian’s in classes. Find someplace to hide and watch the school all day, waiting for something to happen? Better at least pretend to look for a job. Better plan how to make his money look legitimate and keep the Bats off his tail.

“Be good for your teacher,” Jason says, because he knows the three people in the office with them expect to hear it, even though he’s never understood exactly what it meant. But it sounds good, fatherly, when he says it, and causes Damian to give him a serious nod.

“I’ll pay attention and take notes,” Damian says, solemnly, with the double meaning Jason can’t break him of, because he’s still convinced they’re undercover somehow. He knows they left, he knows they’re hiding, he knows all the implications of running away, it’s just that Jason can’t explain what that means about their life. What is there to compare it to?

How do you ever explain to a kid that you’ve dragged them into a world they always knew existed but never got a chance to see? How do you teach them to fit in without telling them day after day this isn’t right anymore and that isn’t how we do things and for god’s sake, Jason, you can’t pick fights at school and calm down, it’s just a test.

Damian looks over his shoulder to wave goodbye as the smiling sunshine teacher takes him by the hand, and Jason waves back, fingers stiff as he tries to look casual. It’s easy to be calm in the face of the quotidian. Everything is a test.

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

I noticed that now that school season is coming ever closer, very soon lots of y'all will probably be spending 7 hours for 5 days a week in a very densely populated environment for the first time in a few months because of school, so here's my little mask PSA! Yes, in 2024.

(note: the more reading I did the more this became a GET FREAKIN VACCINATED psa, generally, keep in mind that your risk of getting ANY of the problems described below ((or causing them in others)) is reduced by staying in date with your Covid vax, so keep up with it if that's available to you. The more of y'all that are vaxxed, the more it helps others who can't or won't, and yourselves.)

oh wow doesn't that cute clipart I stole just completely inspire you to read all this

the post is a slight bit longer than intended, but each bullet point is pretty short. the first bit is some facts I read from the CDC after that there's a few tips on masking that I read from various sources and some personal experience.

having been infected with COVID 19 before does not prevent you from getting it again and potentially infecting others, and you may experience different symptoms than before.

having been infected with COVID 19 before definitely will not protect you from an entirely different variant of it.

millions of people have long covid, a chronic disease state potentially affecting multiple organ systems, as a result from being infected with Sars-Cov-2

this link is CDC information on keeping your vaccine up to date

my information above this point is from the CDC, but I definitely implore you to do your own reading instead of just interpreting what I've managed to both comprehend and compile into a rather succinct tumblr blog post.

this one is entirely anecdotal, but the only time I have gotten sick PERIOD in the past four years was when I got COVID from someone I ate lunch with, the only time I am ever in public without a mask is when I'm eating.

Data I found for my state indicates a currently low COVID rate (i checked a few places to be sure), however data is only collected from hospitalizations and presented as ratios in any of the sources I've found, which does not help me get an accurate number of confirmed cases to give y'all. Nevertheless, I recommend looking up what data you can for your own region, I wish you luck that it is more informative.

wearing a mask can prevent the spread of other airborne diseases besides COVID 19, so certain times of the year with an increase in airborne contagious diseases as well as time spent in a building with hundreds of other people whose hygiene and vaccination status are completely out of your control and knowledge are especially important times to wear a mask.

I am sure to keep a few paper masks (still individually wrapped bc they come that way and it keeps 'em clean) in my car in addition to the masks I have inside that I put on before going out, just to make sure I'm never caught off guard. toss it when you're home and replace to leave again. (I think same rules for taking it off for an extended period of time- since the side that would go pressed up against your face is now also exposed to the air)

if you don't drive, leave them in your purse or coat pocket, or keep a fabric one on your keyring bc some of them are made to fold up n do that.

KN95 masks are supposed to be even better at preventing disease spread!! same rules as paper masks.

if nothing else, a set of fabric masks is a one time purchase, however the filters must still be changed out daily(though apparently there are also filters that are washable and reusable, though I've only ever used single-use filters in fabric masks before), the mask itself should also be washed daily, or thrown in the wash each time you come home to be replaced with another in your rotation before you go back out.

personally, I intend to go back to double-layering a paper and 3-layer/fabric duo soon, and I actually learned some new information while reading up to make this post.

even if you can't keep up with every single rule, masking at all is better than not, and keeping up your hygiene helps too! wash with soap when available and keep hand sanitizer on hand, etc.

[shouta-edits]

"Can i have a deuce factkin fashion kit? I would like a masc style and maybe lovecore themed and size small. " -anon requested

[water-pokemon-appreciator]

Hey. Don't just yell at her, it was partially my fault to. I was talking to her when she was doing it, and it didn't occur to me to make sure the markers she was using were washable ones. So, yell at me too.

I'm sorry. I told Alex how to clean it off, she has the stuff. I'll get you guys some face masks you can do together after, how does that sound? Make your skin feel better?

I really don't care anymore honestly.

I'm done yelling. I'm just gonna sit here and get this marker off my face.

[vensulove]

2022’s favorite skin care, makeup, and fragrances

i was tagged by @chiveburger (💕🌸💗✨🌸💗) and i really loved reading through theirs and the user that tagged them and on and on! i love makeup and skincare, but it can be hard sometimes because I have really bad eczema and get it on my face and neck a lot!! i tag @cheekblush @artismonkeys @nosekiss and anyone else who wants to (seriously) bc i want to see everyone’s faves!!!!

s k i n c a r e

1. vanicream gentle facial cleanser for sensitive skin

$9-14 average

this face cleanser was like a miracle for me!!!! it’s really hard to find good facial cleansers for people with really dry and sensitive skin like mine due to eczema, but this one ticks all my boxes! it’s gentle, but still leaves my face feeling nice and clean!

2. cetaphil eczema restoraderm soothing moisturizer

$18-$25~

so this pretty pricey to me for a face moisturizer, but it is really is worth it. i was having the worst dry skin and eczema with flaky and dry skin on my face and after one night of using this i instantly saw results. so it’s definitely worth the money if you get eczema on your face!

3. chapstick total hydration soothing vanilla moisture

$ average around 7ish

a really good and solid chapstick. instantly made my lips feel sooo much better and kept them better! also good for small places on your face that are dry as well!

4. jasmine tea lip mask moisturizer

$12 on colourpop

Idk if this works or not. I bought it mainly for the packaging because it has uncle iroh on it. it’s really soft and feels good putting on though!!

m a k e u p

5. between the sheets super shock blush

$9 on colourpop

the best blush omggggg will never go back to powder !!!!! so soft and velvety !!! you just dab a little on your fingers and then tap tap tap and blend it onto your cheek wherever you want it!! can be super subtle or super prominent depending on how much you use. oof I love it so much

6. revolution golden bar eye shadow pallet

$6-$20~

my go to eye shadow pallet. like if you have green eyes these are some of the best daily colors for you!! i mainly use the three golds in the middle and the brown on the bottom for everyday looks

7. too faced triple scoop hyper-reflective highlighting pallet

$ i can’t find it new anywhere so i don’t think they sell it anymore :(

literally smells so good. all the colors look super good as well!! im pale (aka white) and even the brown highlighter is cute on me! great for matching highlighters with your outfits hehe

8. total temptation washable mascara

$8~

my favorite mascara ive tried. the brush is a perfect size, the application is great, and I love how it makes my lashes look!!!!

f r a n g r a n c e s

9. coach dreams sunset

$ averaging around 50 bucks, but the bigger the size the more $$

so i first got this in one of those little sample bottles you keep in your purse because I just could not help myself it smelled sooo gooodddd. and then my parents got me a big bottle for Christmas and I almost cried! I love this scent so much like I can’t even describe it tbh it’s just goodness~

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 5 USA DAISIES Face Masks, Boho Handmade Face Masks.

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