#american girl body spray

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

American Girl by BBW Truly Me Eau de Toilette Spray

mid 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Ebay, user  vintage-rescue

[ender-sheep]

so apparently i’m like. scary good at finding old 2000s products if there’s any random childhood shit y’all remember that you can’t identify i can help lol

[johnbrand]

Yusuf Says

When Raymond and I had decided to pause take a break so I could reorganize my life a bit, I had thought that him moving in with his coworker Yusuf was a smart play. My lovable white twink of a partner had nothing in common with the brutish Arab whose scattered English revolved around soccer scores and picking up girls. Raymond and I had even lightheartedly joked that he would pick up a thing or two from Yusuf by the time he came back, somehow be influenced by the overwhelming persona. I would have never expected for that comment to become more than just something to laugh about.

Three months, that was how long we had planned for our separation to be. I had so much on my plate with work and family that I needed time alone to figure everything out. Yusuf had been more than welcoming to Raymond, poking fun at the fact that the two would become “closer than boyfriends” by the time my lover returned back to me. He had even promised to take him out on “dates”, taking over my role as I got knocked back like a divorced dad who only got to see his son on weekends. It was hard, but Raymond and I both knew it was for the best.

The first time I got to visit Raymond at Yusuf’s apartment, I was greeted by the immediate blast of pure masculine stench at the door. It was a combination of used gym clothes, foul-smelling shoes, and strong body odor all fruitlessly covered up with some cheap body spray. I commented on it immediately after hugging my boyfriend, although he noted he did not smell anything. “Yusuf says men should show off their body odor,” Raymond shrugged. “Men should stink and let their pheromones flow naturally.”

This “Yusuf says” statement became a recurring phrase in all of our conversations. Whenever I brought something new up, Raymond would respond with what Yusuf had to say about it. “Yusuf says that men should be muscular, helps us secure our place in society,” “Yusuf says men should spend more time worrying about sports than literature, as it helps relate better to other men.” I should have been worried by my boyfriend’s newfound obsession with Yusuf, but I knew the Arab was not his type. Raymond liked guys that looked like me: hairless, a little twunky, but just barely large enough to make it evident who was topping.

Over the first month, I did not notice many changes about Raymond, but some things did point themselves out as odd. The first time I discovered body hair on my boyfriend I was shocked. “What?” Raymond had asked innocently. “Yusuf says that growing out your hair is natural, it displays masculinity.” I had had no comment to that, surveying the black fur that had begun to coat my boyfriend’s arms, legs, and chest. I had not even known Raymond's body hair was black, as he was a natural blond. 

It was not long until the muscles came too, although I knew that had been coming from the get-go. Yusuf had promised to take him to the gym frequently, and the results were beginning to show–just faster than I had expected. Structured biceps, rippling abs, thick thighs. But eventually when I had met Raymond at the door and his eyeline was above mine, that was when I had started to ask questions. “Yusuf says a grand height is expected of men.” He then swaggered over to the couch, opening up his longer legs before stating “Yusuf says men need to be above 187 centimeters.”

I had not known Raymond easily understood the metric code (as most Americans did not), but I quickly learned there was a lot that I did not know about my boyfriend. When I had tried to gift Raymond new shoes, I had been scolded that they were too small for his big, meaty EU Size 46 feet. When I had politely advised him to be more vigilant about sunscreen, he had rebuked that his olive tan skin was natural. And at one point, I had even accidentally referred to him by the wrong name. “It’s Rahim,” he corrected, his response deep and accented. Of course, all of these responses were followed by some iteration of “...that’s what Yusuf says.”

Finally, the three months came to an end, but by that point it was obvious that Rahim and I’s relationship had too. Rahim wanted to live with someone more masculine, more alpha, more like him. “More Yusuf,” Rahim had dumbly concluded, scratching at his thick, black beard. I could only sigh with disappointment, trying my best not to bone up over the half-naked, manspreading Arab god displaying his glory before me.

I should have known nothing would have ever happened between Rahim and I. As Yusuf had said through Rahim, “Real men like to conquer pussy and continue the traditions that have protected them for so long.” If the state of affairs in the apartment had not been enough of a clue, then Rahim’s constant back-and-forth pit-scratching and finger-sniffing should have been enough to cement his heterosexuality. Bummed, I stood up to leave, but Rahim quickly protested.

“Where you going, bro?” he asked.

“Home,” I replied, lifeless. “We have nothing in common.”

Rahim frowned, “But we do! Are you not a man?”

I paused, watching as Rahim got up and lifted his arm over my head. My eyes widened in fear as I was brought into a damp, musky pit.

“After all, Yusuf says men should show off their body odor.”

[calummss]

Him & I | Kai Anderson

masterlist

summary: you came to kai like you were an angel sent from god. he finally met his match. you wanted to get revenge and he cleared the path

pairing: fem! reader x kai anderson

words: 2.9k

a/n: kai is everything i despise in a man yet i cannot stop thinking about him. fuck my rights i’ll make you a manwhich like the woman i’m supposed to be NOT PROOFREAD TBH

Gluttony is a sin. So is sloth. Eating an entire bag of chips was not healthy. Sitting on the couch from dawn to dusk, only getting up to relieve yourself, was not good. But who listens to God these days anyways.

knock knock

‘Be right there!’ You yelled, hoping whomever was at the door could hear you and would wait until you had mentally prepared yourself to get up from your nest. You pressed pause of Golden Girls, placed your bag of gluttony on the table and brushed the remaining crumbs on your finger on your back thigh. Thankfully you showered this morning so whomever you greeted wouldn’t be welcomed with the smell of your tiredness. It was just one of those days where doing nothing was the most satisfying for the soul. Keeping the ripples of the sea of stress at bay, hoping that the storm wouldn’t take over.

Through the small peephole of the front door you saw an unfamiliar man with kool aid blue hair in a suit who was swaying his body as he waited to face the owner. ‘Jesus christ,’ you cursed under your breath, letting your hand slide over your face. Not Jehovah witnesses again. You had told them to not come back but when life serves no purpose we mainly cling to the unimportant aspects of life and let small parts become our worst traits.

You opened the door, dropping your droopy expression and replacing it with a hostile smile. Kindness: America’s number one trait making it an aggravating society.

‘Hi,’ you grinned at him, ‘not interested.’

The man blinked at you, wrinkles on his forehead reminding you of the ripples in your soul as he breathed out a laugh. ‘You don’t even know what I was going to say, Ma’am.’

‘Call it my gift.’

‘You must think I’m in some kind of cult,’ he smiled, ‘I can assure you I’m not. My name is Kai Anderson and I was hoping I could talk to you about my plans for this town so I might be able to persuade you into voting for me to become a member of the town council.’

‘Oh.’

‘Can I come in?’

‘I suppose…’ You were unsure but the thought of your pepper spray in the kitchen drawer made you feel safer, in case anything went wrong, so you resorted back to the smile you first gave him. ‘Of course. Come in…?’

‘Kai Anderson.’

‘Right, Kai. Can I call you Kai? I’m Y/n Blythe. You can call me Y/n. Oh my I am rambling,’

Kai came in as you stepped aside to open up the door for him. He kindly took off his shoes. A rule you had but hadn’t seen most Americans do. You looked back at him as you started to head to the kitchen to make sure you wouldn’t lose him. You immediately opened up the cupboard to grab a mug.

‘Tea or coffee?’

‘Coffee would be nice. Black please and thank you.’

‘No problem,’

‘I have to say,’ he placed his folded hands on top of the counter as he watched you get his coffee ready. ‘You are the first person in this neighbourhood to invite me in and to welcome me so kindly.’

You watched him as you grabbed another mug to make yourself a drink too.

‘Most think my ideas are too radical. Too oppressive. Too different. These people preach about change every day but when I give them a chance to vote for change they ignore me.It’s like these people get off on living in his prison courtyard they’ve created.’

‘So what are your goals, Kai?’ You took a sip of your piping hot drink after handing him his own. ‘To strengthen this town’s safety? God forbid this cluster of people need to be…polished.’

Kai’s face somewhat softened. ‘That’s exactly what I said…’

So when Kai talked about his idea you listened. To every word, to every detail. Kai was going to make this town safe again. And for some reason you couldn’t explain, you believed him. Every single word he said to you in the confidence of your own house, you believed.

‘By the hope you don’t mind me saying this but you are so beautiful and I would hate myself for not asking but am I able to take you out to a café this week ‘ He asked, his hazel eyes burning into your soul, making those ripples turn flat as he gazed at you like a had witnessed a deer in the wild. ‘I just, you’re really beautiful and kind and your beliefs about this town have drawn me to you,’ Kai had gaped at you the moment you had opened the door to him. Eyes shining in the sunlight; you looked like an angel. Perhaps an angel God had sent him to. Like he was supposed to find you. For him to find his own angel.

When you went on that date with Kai, it had turned into three more the following two weeks. He mentioned that he had a group of friends that are helping him with the campaign and the more he revealed about it, the closer you got to the truth, at least that is what you thought. It sounded like a cult whenever he rambled on about anything that involved these ‘friends’ and whether or not it was true, it was something you wanted to find out. It took Kai persistent asking and a little push to allow you to ultimately bring you to his house where for some reason you felt weirdly comfortable. The friends or members you came to know were Winter, his sister, Beverly, Ivy, Gary, Samuel, Meadow and Tex, who had been tending to Kai like servants since you had entered his house which instantly confirmed your suspicions. But it didn’t scare you away. A man able to convince the partly smart people had to confirm some sort of high intelligence and if Kai wanted to make you part of his team or not, in your heart you had already made up your mind: you wanted to join. What did you have left to lose? A life? Family? Job? Perhaps.But when does another opportunity like this present itself. To become infatuated with a dangerously powerful man? Never. Maybe you could change him if you truly wanted to but right now, he was perfect. You would become his angel and he’d be your cult leader.

‘Kai,’ you said as you all gathered across the couches, some of their heads tuning your way. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, Y/n. Anything,’

‘Are you guys behind the murders that have been happening?’

Now every head turned your way. You could hear the outside wind blowing through the trees, uneven breaths as you uttered your question. Why was it so shocking? They were the murderers. You knew it and sooner or later someone else would’ve found out.

‘It’s fine if you are. You don’t have to deny it.’ You saidly, letting out a small chuckle. ‘I saw a clown costume stashed on the couch and I saw one of them go into Chang's house.’

You saw Meadow stare at the ground. Must’ve been her. Kai looked back at the costume you had nudged your eyes at and confirmed it was Meadows when he gave her a cold stare she didn’t notice.

‘Why?’ Kai turned his head back to look at you with a weirdly twisted smile that made your stomach churn. ‘Do you like that we kill people? Does that excite you?’

‘Honestly I like it and yes. I mean I was attracted to you before but now I really fucking like you,’

His eyebrows softened as you said your words.

‘Can I come and watch a killing?’

Kai had given the others a look to which they all started moving towards the stairs, further confirming the authority he had over them. In a matter of seconds the basement was empty and his presence within the walls grew dramatically. Like smoke he expanded into every crevice of the room, hovering over you like poisonous gas that crept into every cell of your body. Watching your every move like he was a deity. ‘You want to watch a killing?’

‘Yes.’ You replied.

‘What if you were to pick out the person to be killed?’

‘I think I’d like that even more,’ you could feel a tinge of warmth collect on the apples of your cheeks, avoiding eye contact as Kai’s eyes held the most sinful stare you had seen.

‘Who?’

You looked up from between your eyebrows, ‘My ex-boyfriend,’ you started already seeing Kai’s nostrils flare with jealousy. ‘Cheated on me when I gave him nothing but the woman I thought he deserved. Now he deserves to die.’

Kai came awfully close, a chill taking over your body as he placed his large hands on your arms with a firm grip. Tighter than normal; possessive, like a hunter holding its fragile prey. ‘Tonight. Meet us here at 11pm and I swear you will get your revenge, little angel.’ Lust protruded between your frames, like hot heavy steam that fogged up your glasses if you go too close, but went back when you stepped back trying to calm your nerves. Like a priest in a confessional booth he made you nervous. Like he could see into the most intimate parts of your soul; feel you; see you like no one could. The way his voice penetrated your ears telling you what to do. Siren-like commands that you had complete control over yet wanted to treat him like your leader.

Later that evening when you returned back to Kai’s house, you saw everyone dressed in the clown costumes you had seen entering and exiting the Chang’s house only now there were less red stains than before. Meadow lifted up a black trash back with a fading smile. ‘Kai only gave me a few hours' notice. Hope it fits.’ You opened the bag to find a sort of skirt and top with pink and black stripes with a mask that reminded you of a scarier version of a childhood clown you had once encountered at an amusement park where you momentarily got separated from your parents leaving you terrified and vulnerable. Getting changed went by quick and by them time you had gotten into your new outfit, Winter hd already started the van so that as soon as you entered the back of the vehicle, Winter started driving down similar streets you took whilst dating the boy who was in for a sweet treat tonight. Kai kept eyeing you the entire time. Maybe he tried to find a momentary weakness; a flinch of regret, anything he deemed not worthy, but he never found an ounce of repression, only the focus of a woman who knew exactly what and how she was going to do it. The walk to your ex’s house was filled with a relaxing quietness. The calm before the adrenaline would rush through your veins ready to lift you to the clouds as you took in the feeling of satisfaction. The lights were on in his bedroom, the room you had found him in inches deep in the girl you had thought to be your friend at the time. The door creaked almost too loud as Samuel pried open the door with a bolt, waving the rest of the group towards him as he checked the inside of the kitchen. Samuel let you lead the way with the floor plans ingrained into your mind as you had the others on your trail awaiting you to let them know when you stood outside his door. Marshall—said ex-boyfriend was blasting old rap music so you knew he was showering. He said the shower provided him with the need to rap and listen to old hip hop. One of his quirks you had learned to love but now loathed. With the song changing to Eminem’s discography, the music you sang together later to find him fucking her to Evil Seed brought up a fire in your stomach ready to unleash. Kai came up behind you and placed his hand on your shoulder telling you to go in. Feeling a bump of confidence, you opened the door and walked across his room to where his bathroom door stood shut. You decided to not wear the mask Meadow had given you to let Marshall feel calm before real intentions were laid before him.

You opened the door, Marshall’s shower steam covering his body behind the glass, eyes shut, mouth moving to the songs. You walked over slowly, yet he never noticed anything until you had said Hello, inches away from him. Marshall jumped back almost losing balance, wide eyes and raised eyebrows relaxing when he realised it was you, a faint chuckled escaping him as he reached for the music box to turn down the music.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked nicely, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

‘I missed you.’

‘You left me.’

‘I know. I think it was a mistake.’

He didn’t answer.

‘I wasn’t good enough and should’ve been better so that you wouldn’t have to look for the missing part of me in other women. My fault for not being good enough.’

‘You really want to get back together?’

‘Yes,’ you came closer, reaching for his cock to palm him. He lifted his head, lip quivering as he fought to keep his eyes open. He lowered his head to say something by the way he had opened his mouth but when he opened his eyes again, his knotted eyebrows staring past you had made you aware that the others must’ve been behind you by now.

‘Who are they?’

‘My friends.’ You continued to pump his cock, giving you complete control over him with a single motion. You could feel Kai’s eyes slicing into your back but it didn’t matter. You weren’t enjoying stroking his cock because you wanted him, all you needed was control and for a man irresistible to a handjob it was the perfect weapon to be used. ‘They’re here to help me.’

‘With what?’

‘To kill you.’

‘What.’

‘You hurt me, Marshall. You tossed me aside and fucked another woman. You broke my heart.’ Your grip tightened around him, the pressure inching him closer to coming. ‘Now I have to do the same. To move on.’

‘What—What the fuck are you on about, Y/n.’ He tried to push you away but you pulled him closer with a tug. ‘Get out.’

‘No.’

‘Leave or I’ll call the fucking cops.’

‘Fine,’ you said. ‘Can I take what’s mine at least?’ You stared past the others into the old room you were sure still had a few of your items you had forgotten about.

‘Sure but after I want you to fucking leave.’

‘Okay.’ You smiled.

A low-pitched scream filled the bathroom door as you stared at Marshall whose eyes rolled into the back of his head, hand flying to his front only to find his cock in your hands, red dripping from both of you as you threw it over your shoulder. ‘I’ll take the rest of you with me.’

After you had gotten your revenge on Marshall, you stood around him in a circle, covered in blood splatters and sweat pearls.

‘That was the most beautiful thing I have ever done and seen.’ You breathed, catching your breath as you stared at the bloody sight.

Kai stared at you with heart eyes. He could’ve gotten down on one knee that second and asked you to marry him but the thought of you palming Marshall less than twenty minutes ago had made his eyes go dark, a wave of anger and jealousy consuming him entirely as he stormed off downstairs. You immediately followed him to see him slide off his clown head, baby hairs sticking to his temples, nostrils flaring like they had before at his home. He was angry.

‘Why did you do that?’ He growled.

‘I did it because Marshall cannot say or do anything when his cock feels good. I wanted to control him one last time. Why? Did it make you jealous?’

‘Yes it fucking did?’ He bellowed, spit coming from his mouth as he strutt towards you, pushing you into the wall, his hand around your throat as he came dangerously close. ‘You tell me you basically like me and then touch another man’s cock. Are you a whore? Why did you do it!’

‘Would it make you feel better if I touched you now?’

‘Don’t play with me.’ He snarled, his grip on your throat now so tight you could feel the air thinning. ‘You’re mine.’

‘I know.’

‘Say it!’

‘I’m yours.’

‘And don’t you forget it.’ He pulled you to his lips by your throat, releasing the pressure that had bound you to half breaths.

He was your leader and you were his angel. In the end it was him and you. Only a love that you could understand and that was fine because you didn’t want to share any part of him anyway.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

"I don't feel so good." Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon Riley had no idea the truck they were following would have more than hostages inside. Instead, he finds someone who sees him, the man behind the mask.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x American F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language, mentions of trafficking, Simon Riley and Ghost are the same body but two men, angst, blood, and military inaccuracies.

Cross Posted on AO3

“It’s always an adventure when we come to visit you, Amigo,” Soap shouts through the comms and Ghost rolls his eyes. 

“I like to keep it interesting,” Ghost could hear the smile in Alejandro’s voice, “that way you and Señor Ghost keep coming to see us!” 

“Focus,” Ghost gruffs, “we’re almost to the truck.” Soap laughs, stepping on the gas pedal, keeping up with the two bikes in front of them. Rudy and Alejandro weave through the terrain like it’s second nature. 

“I got eyes on them, two armored jeeps keeping up the front and rear, one box truck in the middle, that’s where they’re keeping the hostages,” Rudy reports, “we need to take down the two jeeps quickly, I’ll take the rear.” 

“And I’ll take the front,” Alejandro nods, “Ghost, and Soap you take out the driver and any other hostiles. Secure the truck.” 

“Copy,” Ghost releases the button on his jacket, lifting up the gun in his hands and bracing for a fight. 

“Approaching in three, two, one,” Rudy counts down before Alejandro gasses up the bike, going around the truck and spraying the side of the front vehicle with gunfire. Ghost gets lost in the routine, the weight of the gun in his hands as he pours hot lead into the cartel leaders, watching as their blood stains the side of the truck like a Jackson Pollock painting. 

Soap goes around to the back, shooting the lock off the truck and raising the door open. The stench makes their nostrils burn, and a group of women, about forty all crowd along the back wall, “steamin’ Christ,” Soap lowers his gun, “this wasn’t just a hostage situation,” he glances at Ghost, “this was a transaction.” 

Alejandro comes around the side, lowering his weapon and pulling off his glasses, quickly speaking Spanish to the group of frightened women. Several of them burst into tears, more than half are younger than eighteen. “We need to get them to the hospital, and then work on finding their families,” he turns to the others. 

Several of the older women turn looking at one pressed deep into the corner, their brows furrowing as they look back and forth between the men and her. “They don’t like it when you speak English,” you shout, two of the women helping you forward, your left leg dragging uselessly behind you, “they don’t know what you’re saying and that makes them nervous.” 

“Fucking hell,” Soap shouts, “you’re American!” 

“Ding-ding-ding, we have ourselves a bright one here,” you wave a finger in the air, “figured that out all on your own, did ya?” 

Soap barks out a laugh, and Ghost smirks beneath his mask. “How the hell did you end up in here?” 

“I’m a Marine, working the border on a temporary assignment. We got wind of a human trafficking ring in Tijuana. My superiors didn’t want to get involved. ‘Leave the Mexicans to the Mexicans’ they told me. But women kept going missing and we had to do something, so…I did something.” 

“What happened to your leg?” Ghost puts his gun over his shoulder, reaching a hand out and helping you sit at the edge of the truck. Sparks fly when his fingertips brush your bare leg, the makeshift wrappings doing little to help the pain. He turns it this way and that and you reach out without thinking grabbing his shoulder and letting out a painful moan. 

“Fuck, that hurts,” you gasp, inhaling deeply through your nose, clenching your teeth, “they didn’t like a woman who fought back.” 

“Atta girl,” Ghost praises before straightening, “I think you’re gonna need to be med-evaced for that. They shattered the femur and looks like they dislocated the knee judging by the direction,” he slowly feels around your calf and your eyes roll back when he feels the stab wound. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you heave and he quickly moves forward, catching you as you lean over your head between your knees vomiting. “I don’t feel so good,” you sit up, leaning into Ghost and he mumbles out a quick apology before lifting you into his arms and moving towards the van. 

Cries out outrage sound behind you and Ghost shocks everyone when he replies in perfect Spanish that he’s taking you to the hospital. “Soap, c’mon,” he waits while Johnny slides open the side and Ghost places you down inside, crawling in beside you, “we need to get her to a hospital, stat.” He lifts his hand, the blood staining his gloves, “she’s lost a lot of blood.” 

“We will take the other truck and meet you there,” Alejandro nods, “Rudy help me get the bikes into the back.” 

Soap climbs into the front, turning on the engine and tires screeching as he turns back towards the city. “Hang in there, love, we got you,” Soap shouts back as you fade in and out of consciousness. 

“Are you the angel of death?” you whisper, fingers grazing the hard plastic of the skull mask. “Have you come to take me home?” 

“No,” he’s gruff, reaching around for the medical kit and grabbing a clot kit from the bag, placing it over the stab wound. “You’re not fucking dying today, darlin’.” He quickly yanks off his belt, building a tourniquet just above the stab wound, knowing you would black out from pain if he put it on your upper thigh where it should go. 

You giggle, “I’m dying and the angel of death is calling me darling.” You’re eyes sober when he looks up at you, seeing the man behind the mask, the black paint thick around his eyes as he tosses the skull mask to the floor. 

“Doesn’t look much like an angel now, do I, love?” Ghost keeps your gaze and you feel your chest pound as you take in the three scars splitting across his face at an angle. “Now, fucking keep your eyes open and keep talking.” 

“What’s your name?” you ask, trying to stay awake, the darkness encroaching on your vision with each breath. 

“Ghost,” he mumbles, “they call me Ghost.” 

“Your mother had a wicked sense of humor to name you that,” you tease, earning a soft smile that makes you think no other has seen before. 

“No, my mum named me Simon, Simon Riley.” 

“Is that who I’m with right now?” He furrows his brow, “are you Simon Riley or Ghost?” 

Soap looks at him through the rearview mirror and he ducks his head, trying to tie a makeshift splint around your thigh. “Simon,” he mumbles, “right now you got Simon.” 

“How will I know when it’s Ghost?” your voice grows quieter and he leans forward to hear you. “I’d like to thank him when I get the chance.” 

“Thank him for what?” he asks, desperate to know even though he knows they are one and the same. Simon Riley is Ghost and Ghost is Simon Riley. 

“For saving me,” you whisper, blinking furiously to try to keep your eyes open. “When that truck door rolled open I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I wasn’t going to last another day, I knew that much. But then I saw you and it was like a light switched on, and I knew,” your eyes close and you feel the pull of darkness drag you deeper. 

“Knew what?” he asks, brushing your cheek, the warmth giving you the strength to open your eyes. 

“I knew I was safe,” you lose consciousness after that and Simon shouts at Soap to go faster, the van pulling into the hospital with a team of doctors and nurses waiting. Ghost only has a moment to tug on his mask before they're ripping open the doors and lifting you onto the gurney. Ghost watches as they rush you through the open doors, shouting orders, and putting an oxygen mask over your face. 

He doesn’t know how long he stands there before Soap puts a hand on his arm guiding him out of the way as the truck pulls up with Alejandro and Rudy. Ghost goes to work helping the women down from the truck, many of them barefoot with a colorful array of bruises littering their skin. 

“Fucking animals,” Soap seethes, helping the last of the women down from the truck, Alejandro and Rudy at the desk, calling families and working on getting them there. “I don’t understand how you could treat women with such disrespect.” 

Ghost is silent before he walks through the door, hearing them shut behind him and Soap shouting as he follows him to the front desk. “I came here with a woman, massive trauma to the left leg, probable broken femur and dislocated knee cap. Where is she?” 

“Name?” the woman asks, and he clenches his hands on the desk before she sighs looking it up in the computer and saying your first and last name. “She’s in surgery, says here it should be another ten to twelve hours.” 

“Where do I wait?” he asks before she uses one ruby red fingernail to direct him toward the waiting room. He nods, turning to walk away when she shouts back at him. 

“Do you want to doctor to come out and talk to you when she’s done?” He’s nodding before he can think it through and Soap follows along silently. Both of them sit before the doors to the surgical wing, the plastic creaking as they settle into them. 

“You’re really going to wait for her?” Soap asks, running a hand over his face before he looks at Ghost unmoving with a sigh. “Alright, I’m gonna go help Rudy and Alejandro with the girls and then I’ll be back.” 

Ghost gives him a barely noticeable nod before he takes off down the hall. It’s nearing three in the morning and Soap and the others are long gone, back to the base for bed and food but Ghost is still there. The doors swing open, a man in a white coat calling your name and he stands quickly, taking note of how the man flinches when he steps closer. “How is she?” 

“She’s stable. We got most of the bleeding under control, the stab wound was heavily infected so we scraped away the dead tissue and sewed her back up. She’ll be on a heavy dose of antibiotics for the next ten days. We also reset the femur and put her in a full leg cast from her thigh to her upper calf, we didn’t want to suffocate the stab wound. She’ll need to attend physical therapy and have someone at home with her for the next few months but I suspect she’ll make a full recovery.” 

“Thank you,” Ghost mumbles thinking through it all, “can I see her?” 

The doctor rubs the back of his neck, nervously, “well, visiting hours are over, and she’s still waking up from anesthesia….” 

“You won’t even know I’m there,” he smirks, “I’ll be like a ghost.” 

The doctor nods, clearly not wanting to argue with the man before him, and gestures to follow him back. His breath catches when he takes in all the wires keeping you alive, your heartbeat a steady rhythm. “I’ll leave you two alone,” the doctor closes the door behind him, nearly running from the room. 

Ghost approaches the bed, standing over you and letting out a shaky breath as you slowly blink your eyes open. He reaches for the mask, not wanting to scare you when you wake from the drugs but you quickly grab his hand, holding it gently in your own. A smile breaks out across your face, eyes hazy as you take him in, “Hi Ghost,” you whisper, voice cracking. 

“Do you want some water?” he asks, using one hand to pour you a glass as the other is kept firmly in your own. He helps you drink, wiping the little bit off your chin before replacing the cup. 

“That’s better,” you smile up at him, “I was hoping you’d be here when I woke up. I have something important to tell you.” 

“What’s that, darlin’?” he sits down at the edge of the bed, careful not to touch you behind the hand he’s currently running his thumb along the back of. 

“I wanted to say, thank you,” you whisper, tightening your grip on his hand, “I wanted to thank you for saving my life.” 

“I wasn’t the only one there, love,” he reminds you, and you giggle, closing your eyes. 

“But none of the others made me feel safe. None of the others showed me their face.” His thumb freezes on your hand you slowly open your eyes, “Can you show me your face again, Simon Riley?” 

He lets go of your hand and pulls the mask off followed by the balaclava, his eyes like a raccoon, his hair standing straight up as he glances down at you. “There you are,” you whisper, reaching your fingertips out to graze his cheek, his eyes closing at the touch, “hello Simon.” 

He slowly opens them, a smirk spreading on his lips, “hello, love.” 

[aaakikoo]

random low effort Attack On Titan headcanons

-> here is the girl ver!

-> nothing is 18+ so everyone can interact, some of these could be a lil icky n they could give ur favs an ick but some r rlly sweet too <3 (not rlly only for the guys)

-> guy ver

MIKASA A.

has a collection of tote bags

likes to collect sanrio related things

uses balaclavas in the winter

as strong as she is she doesn’t like ball sports especially like football (soccer if ur american), and volleyball

has eren @ on her insta

calls levi “uncle”

loves chunky knit sweaters

loves cigarettes after sex, mitski and steve lacy

loves every type of pasta

uses mascara and lipgloss on a daily basis

sunscreen is a must for her and she has an AM and PM skincare she has such perfect skin!

uses black and red nail polish

HANGE Z.

wears rectangular glasses

a huge maximalist, and loves to own weird stuff and tries out the weirdest recipes

has a library in her house with an office

drinks coffee every single day in the morning

sleeps with a sports bra

lactose intolerant

samsung owner lmao idk she gives off that vibe

sleeps with 4+ pillows

uses spray shampoo and body aux instead of showering (showers once a week☠️)

SASHA B.

obviously a huge foodie but for some reason she doesn’t like fish idk lmao

has freckles

loves to watch mukbangs and ASMR

owns a dog

her favorite colour is green and pink

has a preppy/vintage american/fem style

loves all type of earrings

consistently posts on insta and finsta

uses face masks every sunday

gets oily hair quite quick but she doesn’t have a smelly body oder

her favourite fruits r strawberries, bananas, & tangerines

sleeps in silk pjs

ANNIE L.

secretly likes lana del rey and the weeknd

has a whole playlist dedicated to armin

drives like a pro

has perfect skin and hair without trying

kind of wants to start using makeup but is too shy to ask or learn or even go out wearing some so she just wears red lipstick

loves french tips

loves silver jewellery

uses a tons of scarfs during the winter

doesn’t like sweets at all and gets super overwhelmed by their taste

has amazing stamina (obviously)

[izufeels]

this is such a cute lil game 🥹

atsumu miya (and if I can do two can I also get suna rina pls if i can't do two then just miya is fine hehe)

1. what's their beach days routine (what do they bring, do they apply sun screen? any specific stuff you think they'd do/bring on beach day?)

2. silver, gold, or no jewelry?

3. what do you think they smell like (cologne)?

4. how would they react to a classmate being overly flirty? 👀

ATSUMU

1. the only thing he brings is twisted teas. that was a half joke, but he probably only brings like an almost empty thing of sunscreen and a volleyball

2. he doesnt often wear jewelry, but for volleyball pictures and school pictures he wears a thin gold chain (which is sooooo frat boy of him and i love it)

3. for a VEEERRRRRYYYY long time (im talking like 5th grade to 2nd year) he wore strictly axe body spray. and then he tried flirting with this girl and she shut him down using his cologne as an insult, so he started wearing stupidly expensive colognes. type of dude to have a cologne COLLECTION

4. he wants everyone to think hes some super badass, flirty womanizer, but really hes a total geek. he’ll flirt with ANYTHING but the moment u flirt back hes PERPLEXED. especially if u were super forward. blushing virgin.

SUNARIN

1. doesnt bring anything to the beach. if he goes with his family, he relies on his mom to bring sunscreen. if he goes with the team, he relies on kita (and he always comes through dw). and if he gets the wooorrrrssst sunburn he act like he doesnt gaf (he does and it hurts really bad atsumu pls stop slapping him on the back)

2. never wears jewelry, but if he did it would be silver

3. there’s this cologne called american spirit and i think it would fit him very well. one of those guys who ALLLWAYS smells good

4. listen guys. he wants to be super mysterious and like super nonchalant but if ur super flirty with him- he has no idea what to do. like obviously hes had a girlfriend or two, but neither of them were ever forward like u. so he just brushes it off and tries to return the energy (he fails bc he doesnt know what to say) and the twins def make fun of him

atsumu pictured here

suna down below

^ read the alt text pls!

[k8-marsh]

life is strange characters if they lived in england and were doing their gcses i guess???

im english and ilove life is strange so .why not. not entirely sure what the hell this is but loving it!!!

(also in hindsight a lot of these probably work for american skewl too.)

chloe price

hate to say it but she would vape in the school bathrooms

does not care about uniform restrictions; dyed hair, never tucks her shirt in, piercings and painted nails... the whole lot

wears trousers even in summer because she thinks shorts look stupid (to be fair, they do... i would know)

in isolation 90% of the time

hijacks a lime bike to get to school

judged but really chill and smart

sleeps in and is late

all the teachers know her (just because she always gets detentions)

mates with the lunch staff!!!

max caulfield

neek

was petrified of everything in year 7

always says 'good morning' instead of 'here' during the register

perfect uniform but she wears cute badges!

relentlessly bullied for her weird shoulder bag

only detention was for doing 'graffiti' in her book (doodles)

takes the bus to school

kate marsh

overly attached to her english teacher

perfect uniform! (except for her crucifix necklace :)

all the work gets handed to her in group presentations because she's the only one doing it

trembling 90% of the time

walks to school (the bus is too stressful)

picked combined science gcse so she could do music, psychology and art!

most teachers love her

never got detention

always half an hour early (gets up at 5am)

probably would break down crying if she did

warren graham

disregard what i said about max this guy is the ALPHA neek

does science club (even though he doesnt have to)

picked triple science and computer science (and ENJOYS IT.)

honestly his parents probably drive him to school

spends most of his lunchtimes in a science lab

always points out when the gas taps are open

big. ass. backpack.

victoria chase

heavy make-up, but really good at it!!!!

earrings + nails even though they are not allowed

always making diss tracks about some girl that looked at her funny (kate)

m to the b core...

cba with the uniform restrictions

'miss i didn't even say anything'

carries all her stuff in a chunky handbag

constantly suffocating the classroom by spraying body spray

it made the fire alarms go off.

cackles at all the year 7s running with their big bags (warren included)

[malavera]

Intruder (m) — Tom Cruise

A/N: This isn’t really proofread 🫣 but ENJOYY! 💋

Summary: Tom had a very long day, when he came home he didn’t expect anyone to be laying on his comfortable bed, with her legs spread wide and wearing his favorite button up shirt, a moaning mess.

Warnings: smut, stalker!reader, dom!tom, degradationKink, f/masturbation, f/receiving, WORK OF FICTION

tagging: @deanscroissant

You were born a rebel.

Your favorite movie of all time was Ocean’s 8 and The Bling Ring starting Emma Watson with that pretty good American Accent. Living in L.A has its perks. There will always have parties around the block and the networking is godsend. You and your girlfriends crashed this party one time, nobody noticed an uninvited guests were coming, it was literally a big party hosted by the most famous actor’s son. Your girlfriend successfully slept with Scott Eastwood. The parties that you go to aren’t always the ones that were hosted by some bunch of college kids. Through that networking, you successfully gotten into the ‘party’ party.

You and your girlfriends love doing this. The sneaking in and sneaking out gave you some kind of guilty pleasure and adrenaline that nobody would understand but your girlfriends. There is one thing that they won’t understand though, your obsession with older men. You don’t think you’d have Daddy Issues, no. There’s just something about being attracted to older men that gives you this exciting sensation. It’s a state of mind that, not everyone could understand.

Dragging your finger tips across the marbled walls, you couldn’t believe that you’re actually, successfully, breaking into your number one obsession’s house.

Tom Cruise.

You thought, him being the famous actor in the world, would have a very tight security. He’s basically the United States, but why is this man, chose to live like a normal person with minimum security.

Walking into his living room, you felt like this isn't warm enough for him to come home to. You managed to lighten up the fire in the fireplace. Brushing your hands against each other, you turned your head to the other side of the room to find his liquor collection. You smirk to yourself, you decided to get comfortable and fix yourself a drink. Take advantage as it's good while it lasted, you thought.

A glass of whiskey on your hand, you've always been a whiskey kind of girl. Walking upstairs to explore some more, you finally found his bedroom. Once you closed the door slightly, the temperature is as the same as the living room downstairs. Another fireplace is spotted, you decided to light it up too. You sighed, you loved the warm feeling. You loved being in his room. If only he's real to you, if only he knows you. If only you were born a diva, or a superstar actress, you could probably get it. A chuckle was left from your mouth as you imagined all of the possibilities if you were given the chance to choose how you'd want to be reborn.

Pushing the double doors open from his bedroom, you are greeted with his large closet. It's perfectly color organized. He owns a lot of dress shirts and lots of fancy dress pants. Your fingers went up to touch his watch collections, his cologne. You sprayed some a little bit to your wrist, lightly shaking it before you bring it up to your nose to inhale the sexy smell. You finally know what he smells like.

You sighed in awe before you decided to take off the black dress that you wore and spray the fragrance to your neck, another one of your wrists, and the back of your knees. Placing the bottle back on its original place, you decided to grab one of his dress shirt. Unbuttoning the buttons before you push your arms to the sleeves.

Standing in front of the big mirror, you hugged the fabric the fabric of the shirt to your body. It’s soft, it’s silky, it’s just perfect. Each seconds you spent standing in front of the mirror, you only thought of one thing, if only Tom was standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. You sighed, you can only dream.

Walking out from the closet, your eyes wandered to the large bed. Lips bitten as you imagined how could you make it come true, his warm body pressed against you on this bed. You tossed yourself to the soft cushion, you smiled to yourself as you feel the soft and fragrant bed cushion. With a closed eyes, you sighed as your mind began to imagine things you shouldn’t imagine.

Imagine if he were to stand in front of you wearing nothing but his fancy dress pants. Your knees bent, your pussy wet, it yearned the warmth of his tongue flipping against your fold.

"Humm.." You closed your eyes as you hummed to yourself, your fingertips lacing across your lips before you decide to wet them with your saliva.

Your free hand playing with one tit as the other releases itself from your mouth to drag across your stomach down to your pussy. You circled your fingertips against your clothed pussy before you disregard them and toss it somewhere in the room. You bend your knees and spread your legs before you tease your clit.

Tom closes his garage with a huff as he made his way inside. He did not expect the whole house to be this warm. Curious, is written all over his face. He didn't seem to leave the house with a fireplace lit up, when he came in the living room, he noticed his favorite bottle was sitting on top of the bar, chilled.

He softly set his things down on the sofa, leaving the room to check other rooms such as the kitchen, the dining room, any room that is on the ground floor. When Tom stands in front of his large spiral staircase, he swallowed down his saliva before he made his way up the stairs. Tom had to tip-toed in his own house, with a phone on his hand, ready to call his private security who'd be there in just a second.

The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, a faint light illuminates from inside his room. He heard faint moans. With eyebrows scrunched together, he pushed the door slightly open, only to be surprised that there’s a total stranger lying on top of his bed wearing his dress shirt with their legs spread.

Tom was furious.

How can this stranger breaks into his house?

His anger soon fades away when he heard another moan coming out from your mouth, you sounded so delicate to his ears. Tom watched the way you tease your own pussy, making it nice and wet, before you put one finger inside.

Testing out the waters, you thrust one finger inside your wet pussy. He thrusts one finger inside you, “Look at me, Baby. You feel that?” Tom chuckles. “Look at this pussy, Baby. Look at the way she sucked on my finger.” Tom smirked. “It’s just one finger, how about we add two?”

You added another finger, another moan escaped from your mouth. “Oh that’s a good girl, I’m sure you can take three right, Baby?” You whimpered, but you obeyed. You added a third finger inside your cunt.

Tom watches the whole thing, and it was sexy. Your pussy can really take anything. You thrust your fingers more inside your pussy, going in and out of your cunt in a steady pace before it starts to get even more tingling.

“Oh! Tom… Please, that feels so good..” You moaned to yourself, your fingers still fucking your cunt.

Tom pursed his lips before he pushed the door open and made his way towards you. You, being lost in your own world, you didn’t even hear him coming in, let alone sensing another presence inside the room.

Tom harshly pulled your wrist off, resulting a loud gasp from you. Your body jolted from the laying position, “Oh my god!” You gasped.

“What a whore.” Tom spat, before he pushed you back to his bed. Him hovering over you, he put his fingertips inside of his mouth to wet them before he shoved two fingers to your cunt.

“Oh!” You loudly moaned.

Tom thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, before he curls them and flicks them off inside, earning lots of loud moans from your mouth.

“What a fucking whore, breaking into someone else’s house.” Tom grunted in your ear.

“You liked this, don’t you? Huh? Look at me?” You forcefully opened your eyes to look at him in the eye. A stern look on his face, but his hands didn’t stop fucking your cunt.

You whimpered, “I’m s-sorry.. S-sir!” You felt your thigh shook, you’re close.

“Yeah? You’re sorry? No. I bet you’re loving this.” Tom grinned.

“Are you gonna cum? You’re gonna make a mess on my fingers? My bed?” You couldn’t answer, you kept whimpering.

Before you know it, you squirted on his hands. “Oh!” You gasped, your legs trembling, Tom slowed down his pace as he realize you squirted out your release. Tom looks down at his hands, a mess.

“Tsk.. Tsk..” Tom clicked his tongue before he pushed himself off of you.

“Such a whore. Best get going.”

A/N: 🫣 ouch.

[swastikitty]

A List of 45 Things That Annoy Me: Lindsay/Snoopyfemme -March 29, 2007

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This is what happens when I have too much free time, and a permanent pebble in my shoe.

1. The hard, crusty stuff that forms at the bottom of Jello bowls.

2. Falling asleep in the afternoon, waking up in the dark, and wondering what day it is.

3. 9/11 conspiracy theorists. They're just annoying.

4. That Conan O'Brien's haircut is just a rip-off of David Duke's.

5. Getting lost in the woods without chapstick.

6. Any movie with Johnny Depp, no matter how good it is, will be instantly destroyed and vomited on by tweenage romance fanfiction.

7. Liberals that accuse everything conservative of being racist, sexist, bigoted, etc...

8. The stereotype that gamers are testosterone-pumped simpletons, when statistics have proven that 1/3 of gamers are female.

9. Commercials aimed at kids that use outdated slang. "Extreme to the max!!!" "Totally rad!!!"

10. Girls that act stupid in order to be "cute."

11. Not being able to talk one-on-one with a member of the opposite sex without a bystander assuming that we're a couple.

12. Americans who fake European accents in an attempt to appear "cultured."

13. Teenage girl pop stars who are convinced that they are, like TOTALLY punk rock.

14. Trying really hard to take the cap off of a paint pen, only to get the paint all over my hand.

15. Accidentally writing on White-Out that hasn't completely dried yet, causing a semi-liquidy mess.

16. Female magicians never wear pants. They wear that odd tuxedo/leotard thingy with a top hat and fishnet tights. A totally cliched and tired attempt at being sexy.

17. What is that tuxedo/leotard thingy called, anyway?! I feel tempted to call it a "Tuxedotard." Which would also be a great nickname for Sailor Moon's boyfriend.

18. The weirdness of seeing a person in real life who looks almost EXACTLY like a cartoon character. (I could've sworn that was Johnny Bravo I saw by the pool...)

19. Going to a show, but constantly being distracted by a middle-aged couple getting snuggly in the seats in front of me. Eww. Even worse is when their row is set lower than yours, so your knee gets constantly elbowed.

20. There are 30 girls at my school that look exactly the same. Highlighted blonde hair that goes just past the shoulders, too much eyeliner, a plain-colored shirt with a wrap shirt over it, denim skirt and fuzzy boots....

21. Deciding to watch a movie you really loved as a child, only to fill with disappointment and self-doubt as you realize how much it actually sucked.

22. The taste of Valentine's Day conversation hearts.

23. Accidentally buying low-fat ice cream.

24. That Anna Nicole Smith is a self-exploiting publicity whore even after she's dead.

25. Constant news reports of "ZOMG, teacher molested a student!" All the cases are the same, and besides, IT'S NOT NEWS.

26. People who think you're Satan if you eat at McDonald's.

27. Hearing random people yelling your name in the hallway as you walk past, with absolutely no idea who those people are.

28. Having to explain to your mom what an MMORPG is.

29. People don't realize that David Duke is an incredibly intelligent man - they just remember him as an ex-KKK. And that was 30 years ago.

30. Teachers who smile at me when I'm trying to give them an alibi.

31. Accidentally getting jabbed in the hip by a table corner.

32. People who quote Borat, and think they're actually funny for doing so.

33. Hearing your parents talking about you in the other room.

34. Trying to explain Masonic rite and ritual to a cheerleader.

35. People on the internet, who in an argument with you, bring up things you said almost a year ago.

36. That really painful burning sensation you get if you've scratched your nostril too hard.

37. People who wear really cheap body spray seem to always put on too much.

38. Female celebrities who try to look like Marilyn Monroe. (I have no problem, however, with male celebrities who do the same.:lol:)

39. Misuse of the word "emo." Emo is a style of music and clothing, not the condition of being sad or depressed.

40. Having a swastika-shaped scar on my butt.

41. Diet soda completely ruins the purpose of soda.

42. Messages on your computer that constantly remind you of software upgrades. No thank you.

43. Those same software upgrade messages that force you to either click "Yes, I would like to upgrade" or "No thank you, please remind me later."

44. When attractive members of the opposite sex wave to the person behind you.

45. The song "Bones" by The Killers sounds a little like it's about necrophilia. Creepy.

[gggreengoblin]

702 words, inspired by this, After a brief and weird interaction with a ceritain American comedian, Daniel came to his best friend's room to vent.

Daniel had experienced a lot of weird days in his life, nothing new. But his interaction with an American comedian today was an out-of-body experience. Man, that person was a strange creature. Daniel knew he would say some of the most unhinged, out-of-the-box, bizarre things but nothing had prepared him for one-on-one interaction with that man.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. How it went down quickly. He kept replaying that interaction in his head. During his shower, while he was eating his dinner, when he walked to Max's room.

When Max opened his door, he was just wearing his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped. His hair was still wet from his quick shower.

He entered the room and lied down on Max's unmade bed. "Isn't it weird that people still think we are dating?"

"Are they still doing that?" Max said while applying his deodorant. "I thought that rumor died years ago."

"Apparently they still do that, Maxy." Daniel couldn't help himself to not take a deep breath when Max sprayed his perfume on his skin slightly damp skin. He loved this smell, clean, aquatic, and refreshing. He wanted to buy this perfume, bottles of them, and hide them in his secret drawer under his bed. It is weird if you want to sniff your best friend's perfume all the time, right?

"Listen, you know today, before the race, Theo Von visited your garage, right?"

"Yeah."

"I met him, for PR stuff. I told him that we went to his show and he said wild things about it. I told him we made an agreement to watch his show together."

"Right." Max nodded. Making sure Daniel knew that he was still listening even when he did something else. He needed to get ready for their post-race party after all.

"And in February, I was in LA and you had a weekend off. You went from Monaco to LA, picked me up, and we flew to New Jersey to watch his show."

"What did he say exactly?" Max chose to wear an ocean blue crewneck sweatshirt. It fitted him perfectly.

"At first he was like, 'Bro, you made your boyfriend fly from Europe to America just to have a comedy night date at my show? Damn! You need to up your game, My dude.'"

"And I said, 'No, we are not dating. We are best friends.'"

"He looked me dead in the eyes and said that it was a 'unique' agreement and men don't fly with their best friend to watch a comedy show together."

"And when I tried to clear things up, like- gave him more context, he said, 'Woah! Daddy! This sounds like homoerotic, Brother, to be honest with you. I am not judging you. It's super obvious you are a gay man, if you are not, then you're surprising a lot of people', you know, because apparently a lot of people think we are a gay couple."

"Fuck that, Daniel. He doesn't know us enough to have an opinion on our friendship." He combed his brown hair into his usual side part classic quiff. "And nothing wrong with me taking you on a date."

"Was it a date, Max?"

"Well- Would you take a long plane ride from LA to Europe just to take, maybe- Lando for example, to a comedy show?"

Daniel tried to imagine that scenario. "Nah, I don't think I would do that. But I will do it for you, though."

"It can be a date if you want it to be. Girls take their best friends out on a date all the time. Why can't guys do the same thing?"

Well, that was kind of true. Why he and Max couldn't do that? They loved each other's company, and no one got hurt because of it, so where was the problem?

"And, of course, we go out for dinners, at least once a week if we are in the same city," Max said.

"Wait, does it mean we are dating if we go on dates and dinners all the time?"

He lied down, on his side, next to Daniel. Putting his newly styled hair on a pillow. "If you want us to be, then yes."

[strawberry-lane]

Curling American Girl doll hair with (warm) hot rollers!

Disclaimer: This is for dolls whose hair will absolutely not hold a curl with regular methods, brush curls, wet set, finger curls etc. And dolls where you won't be heart broken if you have to re-wig them. My Samantha isn't particularly rare, as there are many 90s Samantha's, nor is her hair mint condition. Her bangs were trimmed crooked before I ever adopted her.

I love her very much, but no matter how hard I try her hair always lays straight. One half of her hair will sort of hold a curl, but the other consistently unravels. I've left her wet hair to dry in rollers for days, but the curls never survive if I fidget with her even a bit. Im not sure why her hair does this, because I don't know her history. I found her at an antique store and mostly got her for the trunk and outfits she came with. It was only $200 for the whole lot. How could I not empty my wallet to buy her? Newer AG dolls don't usually have this problem as their curl memory is stronger. I've never attempted this method on Mattel AG dolls so please do a test strand before you attempt this on a Mattel doll.

Step 1.

Dampen the her hair and brush it thoroughly with a wire wig brush. Be careful to get out every single tangle. I like the brushes sold by Our Generation they're much cheaper and bigger than the American girl brand ones, and they come with a spray bottle.

Step 2. This is very important! Absolutely DRENCH your dolls hair. Make sure you also get the underside. Wrap a towel around your doll to protect her cloth body, preferably bigger than the one I had, oops! I know you already know this, but be extremely carefully to protect your dolls eyes from the water.

Step 3. Time to start putting in the rollers! Everyone's rollers are different and take longer or shorter to heat. Mine can only be plugged in for about thirty seconds before they're too hot. The best way to measure the heat is to take the roller out and hold it in your fist for a few seconds. If, even after awhile, it's even slightly uncomfortable they're too hot. We're aiming for warm with here.

How to curl: Section out a small flat strand of hair, and roll it under tightly and smoothly. Make sure no there are no fly aways before you clip it. All dolls have a different curl set so attempt to follow the pattern and direction of the curls if you can still discern it.

Do this throughout the hair.

The photo above is from a day later. I'd recommend dressing you doll before you take the curls down so you won't have to work around them to dress her after the fact. My Samantha is in her lacy whites, as it fit the hair curling occasion.

When removing the curls twist them to keep the curl, well, curled. Don't add product to your dolls hair. They'll hold just fine of their own and product would have to be washed out eventually.

And there you have it! Samantha looks much more like her gorgeous self again!

[madebyparakiss]

Blessings of You ー Chap. 3

𖦹 f!reader , aged-up megumi, college au, slow burn

warnings: cursing ; wc 1.4k

Chap. 3 : Tans That Tattoo

The weekend finally rolls around as the first week of August comes to an end. A heat wave overtook the city of Tokyo, leaving the inside streets to minimal activity. Tourists scatter, oozing with sweat and money for the local shops. Your phone vibrates with a loud buzz every few seconds waking you up from your light sleep. Last night's shift lasted long, your heels sinking into the soles of your feet. After getting home late into the evening, you ended up collapsing onto your bed, forgetting to take off the former day's makeup. It's smeared across your hadakake, sheets made for summer.

In the mists of your awakening, your friend Mai, calls you. Despite her furious looks and furrowing eyebrows, she's rather nice. She always makes to include you knowing your habit of neglecting plans. "Let's go to the beach Y/N!" she exclaims.

You groan at the thought of sand in your hair and your shoulders peeling with a sunburn. Then again the thought of submerging cold blue waves was welcomed nicely. After a few minutes of thought you considered it.

Repetition feels good. It's reliable and can't fail you. Shoving everything into a beach bag, You slip on a sundress and some flip-flops.

"Alright" you grumble. Mai yelps with excitement and the line clicks.

You roll over facing the sun. Its warmth blinds you, forcing you to lay your forearm over your eyes. A day at the beach, you think. In one motion you rise to your feet, grabbing a bright bikini with orange and pink hibiscuses. It shapes your boobs nicely while complimenting your skin tone. You also grab a hat and some sunglasses, as well as a spray sunblock and towel with dolphins on it. Packing for the beach was simple. It's always the same items but in different colors. It's not like your part time where the uniform changes based on the job.

The station is fairly close to your apartment taking you from Ueno to Shinjuku. There at Shinjuku station, you meet up with some friends from school. Momo, a short American-Japanese girl with bright blonde hair wears a blue dress with a matching beach bag. Her hair put up into two ponies suits her cutesy aura. Mai, who's much taller stands with her hand on her hat. She's wearing a ditsy black floral dress and a sunhat with a black lace ribbon. Her face is flushed with a light sunburn similar to blush. Trailing behind them is Miwa. Her hair is almost neon blue and her bangs look as if they were cut by a blind person. Nevertheless, she was a cute girl. Her big eyes suited her unusual haircut. Her yellow sundress contrasting her hair made her more welcoming than she already was.

From Shinjuku, the four of you take a train to a beach in Kanagawa. The water is rather murky and unattractive. Nothing like what you had imagined. It laps against the blackish sand. Children frolic in the shallows and surfers ride the summer waves. High schoolers sit in groups, filming videos on their Digi-cams and shoving each other in the water. The sounds of summer are the sounds of Youth. You each sprawl your towels beneath a couple of umbrellas. The sea breeze whispers against your skin. Under the umbrellas the heat is bearable. Enjoyable even.

The gentle lap of waves, the breeze brushing your body cool, the hum of humanity lulls you to sleep.

There on that beach, you slept for 2 hours rotating positions in a half-conscious effort to at least get an even tan. Rolling over you meet face-to-face with the boy at the convenience store. "Am I dreaming?" you mutter to yourself.

Blinking hard, you rise to sit crisscross attempting to wake yourself up a bit more. You've tanned under the sun rays for so long. Facing your friends you notice four unfamiliar faces amongst them. A girl who resembles Mai sits next to Momo, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She looks a lot more serious, her gaze focused on the condensation dripping down a can of soda. Then, next to her lying on her stomach is a girl with warm brown hair. Her lip is curled upwards and her creased eyebrows point downwards as she hits the same pink-haired boy from yesterday. He laughs, throwing his head back at something that must have been said. Momo and Mai both stare at you, covering their mouths with their hands giggling.

Confused, you look around and see Megumi, the boy from the other day smiling. Even Miwa seems to find something funny. Surrounding you are the eyes of new and familiar people, all covered with the same smug look.

"What are you guys laughing at?" you question, waking up fully.

"Oh nothing" Mai says.

The boy with pink hair couldn't take it anymore. He bursts out laughing, clenching his hands to his stomach. Everyone else begins to laugh except for the girl with glasses and Megumi. His smile continues to grow though. You face him, they're sparkling like the sun on the reflection of the sea.

During your first encounter, it seemed as though he had no emotion but right now his gaze was soft and his smile was gentle. He lifts his hand towards your forehead and peels off some stickers. Too hypnotized to react, you continue to stare, your eyes tracing his features until you reach his lips.

You're broken from your trance by the sound of laughter coming in front of you. His cheeks are now flushed red and pinched between his fingers are a couple of stickers.

Two orange stickers and a sliced apple sticker in the shape of a dick sticks to his hands. Then the realization hits. You grab the nearest phone swiping to the camera app. On your forehead, there is a massive tan line in the shape of a disproportional penis. On your chin and cheeks, stickers are slipping too, leaving their irregular shapes.

You can feel everyone tense up at your silence.

"What the fuck??" You exclaim, a laugh slipping from your lips. Everyone else laughs too, including the girl with the glasses.

After a couple of sodas and laughs you all exchange your contacts. By the time your phone reaches Megumi, he's already gotten up making his way to the nearest vending machine. You follow him, phone in hand. You can barely feel the burning sensation of the hot sand as your feet sink with each step. At last, you reach him. "Megumi, give me your Line ID," you demand in a lighthearted voice. He lifts his hand, clicking for a tea on the machine. He hands it to you swapping it with your phone. Megumi's eyes are dull again as he looks down his hair flattened on his head. The water washed out any gel, making his hair fall over his eyes when he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry about everything" he whispers.

"What do you mean?" your hand with the drink drops. "What are you talking about? You don't have to give me your number..." you mutter. For some reason this upsets you.

He looks up, beginning to speak. Megumi types in his ID, adding himself on your phone.

"I'll text you about everything tonight," He says handing back your device.

Then it clicks. The reason he looked so unusual and captivating was because he WAS a familiar face. Megumi was a student at your international school.

He was friends with the people that ruined your life. Maybe not close, but he was there. He was there when they tore pieces of your life apart. They broke your necklace from your father who is thousands of miles away. They broke the makeup your mother worked hard to gift you. They spilled lunch in your school bag ruining your books and getting you in trouble. They unscrewed the nuts of your chair, causing it to crash beneath your body embarrassing you in front of everyone.

He knew this.

He had been there a few times but always left before it got bad. The tormenting was so awful you left a day after graduation, leaving nothing but an empty bedroom and a sad mother. You walk off, biting down on the insides of your cheeks to stop the feeling of hatred from eating your soul.

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[roguepen]

Florida GOP bill bans young girls from discussing periods in school

I hate Florida. I really, really do.

I grew up in Michigan. My school did not have a nurse, we had a period talk in 5th grade from our younger teachers who made us watch an awkward film about a girl getting her first period while the boys were in the gym learning how not to kill people with either their stink or with ax body spray. The girls were periodically asking if we could leave.

I promise some of those girls had already started their periods and had a talk with their mothers if they were lucky. My mother is awkward and half British, so she left a book on my bed called 'The Care and Keeping of You' from American Girl. Which is still in print, but updated (the tampon page haunts me).

I got my first ever period when I was twelve, laying in a coffin while working in a haunted forest and managed to not stain the white dress I was wearing in the process. I used toilet paper for the rest of the coffin shift and for a week after that because I could not tell my mother, the words would not leave my throat. She found out a week later of course from my pile of bloodstained underwear in the laundry and laughed at me.

In short, periods was never discussed again after fifth grade. We had... some kind of sex education our Freshman year of high school, but it literally lasted maybe two days, was part of our health class which included six months of gym. This part of health class was literal bullshit, most of it discussed healthy living habits, we all goofed off. The only sex discussion related only to abstinence, lasted less than two days and one of the Sophomore girls was very, very pregnant.

None of what I experienced or what the Christian Fascists wants to make socially acceptable needs to come to pass. The Republican party wants the ignorance and fear of young girls going through natural changes, they want them to feel disgusting and lesser in their own eyes. Republicans hate women and want them to suffer for not being men and the best way to ingrain that is during a vulnerable, confusing time in their lives. Removing the ability to teach girls about a natural process and open a door to understanding also removes the opportunity to be educated about sex in a country where women have become second class citizens, expected to martyr themselves for nonviable pregnancies, or die because they cannot access the health care they need.

Removing the ability to talk about periods and puberty with girls opens doors for them to be abused as they grow up, abused by a lack of knowledge and access to resources to help them navigate their reproductive health at all stages, abused by men who will lie to them about sex and protection, and finally, abused by the state who will not allow them the opportunity to receive care when an inevitable pregnancy goes wrong.

[celiaelise]

Did anyone else ever watch the TV show "Alphas"? My family watched it while it aired, (over ten years ago) and I haven't seen it since. I think it only had one season, maybe two. It was a drama about people w superpowers. Not the most original in many ways, but I remember finding it very compelling. I think it was on SyFy? Not sure lol.

There was one character who canonically had autism, I think his name was Gary? And he was your standard TV show white autistic boy, whose superpower was tech-related. But I remember liking how respectfully he was treated by both the narrative and the other characters, even when his support needs were inconvenient for them.

I also remember feeling like none of the "Alphas" were nuerotypical, and their powers were kind of used to illustrate that. My favorite was a young Indian-American girl named Rachel, whose abilities were heightened senses. But they emphasized how that functioned as a disability for her, because she couldn't interact with the world the same way as everyone else, because she was hypersensitive.

Her love interest was this boring angsty white man, but he was always really considerate about accommodating her. When they first met, he thought she didn't like him bc he noticed she kept a distance between them, but, when he learned it was because the smell of his soap/body spray was overwhelming to her, he bought a bunch of mild/ unscented products, and asked her to choose which was most tolerable to her. (They were superhero coworkers, so they were around each other a lot.)

When they admitted their feelings, she confessed being distressed about the possibility that they might never be able to be very physically intimate, due to how her senses can become overwhelmed. And he's like, "i understand and that's cool with me, i just want to date you bc i like you!"

Of course it would've also been fine if he was like, "a physical relationship is important to me, so this isn't what I'm looking for." But the way they did it was kind of groundbreaking to me? Like, to see someone's debilitating sensory issues portrayed as not a problem or a joke, but a personal boundary to be respected?

Anyway, I don't remember the plot at ALL, but I do remember being touched by the compassion with which the characters were treated

[speedlimit15]

d&g dolce rose review: gave me a migraine yesterday bc i sprayed too much but when applied correctly it’s giving high end bath and body works glitter spray. in a good way. it smells like gossip girl and lizzie mcguire. it smells like a victoria’s secret or limited too. it smells like mid-00s american high school comedy movies. it smells like a clothing item you borrowed from your friends sister