#anti wash zone

[thotsforvillainrights]

Do a wash x reader fic

(Happy arpil fools)

I am inside your walls chewing at the insulation and waiting for the right moment to get you...

[adventremnant]

beauty tips to look less like you're actively dying

now of course, if you're following my nutrition tips, you should mitigate the living corpse appearance anyways, but here's makeup, skin, hair, and nail options to keep up the appearance of a normal person

Skin: Using a silicone scrubbie, take off makeup and wash face with an oil cleanser, then wash again with a regular gel cleanser. In the morning, vitamin C serum and then a day cream containing retinol and spf. At night, just petroleum jelly. Cerave sells all of these for cheap and they're recommended by my dermatologist. Use the petroleum jelly on your lips, too. During the day, use carmex chapstick religiously. For your body, use exfoliating body wash and exfoliating gloves. Naturium glycolic acid body wash and bio-lipid lotion are my holy grails. Makeup: You want to look dewy and rested. No matte makeup, it'll settle into your dry skin and you'll look worse. Start with Covergirl trublend in plush plump (or the greenish one if you have redness) to give off the appearance of plumper skin and prime your face. Assuming you have dark circles, you want an undereye brightener. I like Catrice's, you could also layer this over l'oreal's anti-fatigue magic skin beautifier if your dark circles are really bad. No heavy foundation - go for a bb cream. L'oreal magic skin or, my personal fave, wet n wild bare focus skin tint. For blush, avoid pink or peach - you want a shade that'll look natural. Most makeup artists use a red or a berry. If you wear red or berry lipsticks, just use lipstick as your blush, that's what I do with my clinique black honey (which is a great shade for this if you have olive skin). If you're going for red, a great, cheaper option for this would be sheglam colorbloom liquid blush or simply your lipstick like I said. Another berry option that's cheaper than my clinique would be something like wet n wild in my blackberry broke. You'll want a glassy, not powdery highlighter. This can be l'oreal lumiglotion, wet n wild radiance liquid, or an actual highlighter like l'oreal lumi le glass. For powder, just powder your t zone very gently with something like elf halo glow or the catrice blurring loose powder. Do your eye makeup and eyebrows however you want, though I personally recommend learning how to do them properly for your face shape and "animal face type" and learn your color season so everything harmonizes. Set everything down with Milani make it last dewy setting spray. Hair: It needs moisture and volume. A good cheap option is Pacifica salty waves if you don't color your hair and coco peptides if you do. Do a big deep conditioning treatment once a week. marc anthony grow long, l'oreal elvive, or pantene miracle rescue are all good options. Consider oiling your hair, too. research how to do it and what oil to use for your specific hair type. Use a mousse for volume - pacifica makes one that smells like vanilla. You'll scrunch this into your hair when it's soaking wet after your shower. Spritz with a sea salt spray after - ouai is the best, but it's pricy, so feel free to use pacifica's for this as well. Make sure also to trim your dead ends and get a flattering haircut that isn't flat - it'll be easier to hide any thinning with layers, and you won't get the stringy anorexia look. Nails: Get a nail oil, a cuticle remover, and keep your nails trimmed and cleaned, then start wearing press ons (or get gel tips if you can afford it). Bliss kiss nail oil pens are a great option, blue cross cuticle remover, and kiss are cheap, solid press ons. I like the medium length square french, but I was also born in the 90s.

[scribesynnox]

They finally See each other

Ohhhh my god, WAIT, I haven't even talked about the whole tsunami thing AND THE DISASTER RELIEF!!

@keferon and everyone else in here. Woe, more apocalyptic ponyo au ideas be upon ye.

(And if you’re seeing this twice, shhhhh, no you’re not)

- A whole island got WIPED OUT. Humans are a lot of things, but in a big scale natural disaster like this, you KNOW there are relief aids being sent out. So first off, that's an opportunity to bring more characters in here. If any of y'all are into Rescue Bots, you can absolutely include them here.

- OH MY GOD RATCHET COULD BE A RESCUER.

- But anyways, I'm mainly bringing up the disaster relief aid, because maybe for the first time, there will be humans there who are recording what's going on and maybe for the first time, there is video evidence out there of mer and humans working together, and mers showing sign of intelligence.

- Mers like Blurr and Shockwave helping out humans. And humans flying in and having to help out mers who got sick from the pollution. There's a reason why mers avoid human towns after tsunamis and storms and it's not just because of the higher human activity.

- Humans are poisonous/venomous (see: mers getting drugged and dragged into aquariums, see: mers getting sedated to help rescue them, and see: POLLUTION), and after getting their nest violently disturbed like that, the poison seeps out and the whole area is one big hazard zone. It is not recommended to go near a disturbed human nest.

- But there ARE merfolk here. There is Blurr who came back because he wanted to make sure Orange was okay. There is Shockwave who, I have no idea why he's here, but thank god he was because he's here to help the group of feral kids survive and adapt to the disaster area.

- There's also arguably Jazz, who likely went out to sea the first chance he could get and avoided humans when he could because he knows he's famous and if anyone knew where he swam off to, then they'd try to get him back. But I imagine that if there was someone who was drowning and there was no one else around, Jazz would probably go to help anyways.

- And maybe there's a bunch of different other isolated mer stories here and there, here for various reasons.

- Maybe some of them followed after Blurr and wounded up helping out humans since they were there.

- Maybe some of them got washed up along with the waves and are simply lost.

- Maybe some of them ignored the warnings and wanted to get a closer look at a human nest, now that more of it is accessible. Maybe some dumb kids daring each other to go explore, or maybe a reckless researcher wanted to poke and prod things (i’m looking at you First Aid), or something.

- Maybe some of them are wild animal rescue mers who go in with the GOAL to help some humans out, all decked out in anti-poison gear and rescue tools.

- Whatever the case, for the first time, there are a lot of merfolk here and now there's evidence, and lots of it, of merfolk and humans interacting with each other (maybe the Fucked up and Way Too Close Moon messed with previous video files and this is like a post apocalyptic world, or maybe humans and mers are just new to each other, i don't know why it's the first time so many have interacted with each other but let's say that's what's happening), and for the first time, FINALLY, there is undeniable proof that the other species is SENTIENT and SAPIENT.

- On the human's side, there is a small group of children who are very clearly talking in whistles and hums and clicks in a very nuanced and clear language structure.

- They are also very clearly cussing at each other. (There is just a very specific tone and vibe that is universal which makes it obvious that the children are delightedly cussing at each other).

- There is also a very specific tone when a parent barks out, “Language!!”, followed by gleeful chortles of absolutely unremorseful children who don’t show a hint of regret.

- (And everyone who sees the clips, sees the evidence, all slowly becoming horrified. Oh god, they were people this whole time? This whole time??)

- There is an engineer who is very clearly working with a mer and trying to get a generator working to get a door open. And the mer is showing evidence that he is analyzing and figuring out how to fix the generator along with the human. (I imagine blurr knows a thing or two about gadgets. Enough to help here.)

- Jazz who, in no uncertain words, says that humans have language and writing and song and dance and emotions and SCIENCE AND MATH. They are cruel and they are kind and they are clever. They are not pets, they are people.

- Ooooo and maybe like, months or years down the road, the island is fixed and rebuilt, but it’s not rebuilt to be like it was before, it’s rebuilt to accomdate both merfolk and humans. Water cannald and air tunnels and breathing masks and so on.

- Maybe the drowned island becomes the new base for the first human-mer embassy!

- Uuughh and like!! There’s just so many stories that could be told here.

- Reading all those “humans are space orcs” and “humans will packbond with everything” is rearing their head at me now, LOOK, THERE IS JUST SO MUCH YOU COULD WRITE FOR THIS. This has the perfect "human-alien meet up and rescue" set up! The language barrier, the uncertainty, the having to escape! Fuck, there’s a reason this is just tickling my brain isn’t there.

- BUT ANYWAYS!! I am digressing. I can play around more with the underwater suvivial platformer idea later, back to tf mer au.

- Just!! The story of two very different peoples coming to the same devastation with the goal of helping out. And in doing so discover that the other person is, well. A person.

- The tsunami that changed everything. You know?

- ough but hey, it wouldn't be complete without angst.

- it's all well and good that merfolk and humans are coming together and helping each other survive in this natural disaster, but it is still very much a natural disaster.

- how many floating bodies do the kids see while they were on their own? how many do they still see days after the first wave?

- how many animals and people drowned, trapped in tanks or in their homes?

- How many captive mers are still trapped in tanks that don't open or crumbling buildings with no exits, and are now stuck with no way to get food?

- How many people died from starvation or poisonings from pollution or down electric lines?

- And putting aside THAT whole horrific mess that comes with a natural disaster,

Where the FUCK did these mutated sharks come from???

- Are they science experiments gone wrong? Who brought them here? WHY are they here?

- Hey... Just how "natural" was this disaster exactly...?

- oooooo, what if the tsunami ISN'T natural, what if someone did it on purpose? Or maybe on accident?

- Or maybe it's weird Fucked Up Moon magic.

- who's to say :))

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Grey Zone 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Oh my mustachioed man!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Lloyd pulls in at the last rest stop before you officially enter the true desolation of the northern wilds. You open your door before he can even turn off the engine, unable to hold back the spew of sickness. You spit onto the tarmac as the sun sets darkly above. You grip the door and flinch as Lloyd reaches over to rub your back.

"You okay, baby cakes?" He asks as you press the back of your hand to your mouth and sit back, trapping his hand against the seat.

"Yeah, I just get car sick, like I said," you're almost breathless as the bile sears in your throat, "I should go rinse my mouth out."

"Need help?" He asks and you send him a confounded look. He winks as you struggle to decipher his meaning.

"No," you unbuckle your seat belt and grab your little leather knapsack.

"I guess you're not in the mood for any snacks?" He says as he climbs out on his side, mirror you as you shut your door.

"No, I'm good," you cough.

You walk in stride with him, trying to keep ahead as you're paranoid about your breath and any possible dribble from your vomit. He reaches past you to open the door and holds it open. You flit in and search for the bathroom sign, leaving him behind as the taste of your sickness dries on your tongue.

You hurry down the hall and push into the ladies. You crank on the sink and bend over to rinse your mouth out. You dry off, wiping away much of your black lipstick. 

You fish a mint out of your bag and reapply the tint to your lips, checking your reflection one last time. You go into one of the stalls, just to be sure and wash your hands before venturing out into the store. 

As you come out. Lloyd stands by the magazine shelf, browsing without intent. He glances over at you and smirks, his hands full.

"Got ya... ginger ale," he holds up the green bottle, "and some anti-nausea stuff." He shakes the box of tablets.

"Oh, you didn't have to..."

"I saw it, so... whatever," he hands over the items, "paid and good to go, unless you need anything else."

"All good," you muster a smile.

"You just relax, sweetheart," he waves you towards the door, "we're looking at making midnight if we're lucky. You rest up... you'll need your energy for your vacation."

"Thanks," you mutter. You don't plan on relaxing, you have textbooks and more than enough homework.

"Let me get this," he opens the door for you again.

You step through and he follows closely, just grazing the loose fabric of your pants. You feel a tug but don't think much of it right as he passes you and hits the unlock button on his keys. You near the car and drop into the passenger seat with your goodies.

You crack the seal on the ginger ale, the mint tainting the flavor. You open the box of pills and break one free of the insert. You swallow it with another swig of soda and put the bottle in the cupholder, tucking away the pills in your bag before shoving it between your feet. You lean back and buckle up.

Lloyd turns the engine and flips the stereo on again. You're tired already. You're glad he's taken on most of the driving, aside from his lead foot.

"That's it, you just chill," he reaches over and claps his hand on your thigh, "we'll be home before we know it."

"Home?" You wonder.

"Home away from home," he shrugs and pulls his hand back to the wheel and shifts into gear. "don't worry about it, babe. I got you."

You don't respond. You're not really sure how to and you're stomach is still gurgly. You just want the meds to kick in so you can close your eyes without getting dizzy.

"Alright, back on the road," he steers around the lot, following another car towards the ramp, "huh," he snorts as he speeds up.

"What?"

"Nah, just thinking... feels like... a movie," he muses as he sits back, keeping one hand nonchalantly on the wheel even as the speedometer ticks up, "like we're going away on a honeymoon. Some ridiculous romcom... or maybe a horror movie. You seem partial to the latter."

"I guess. That's a stereotype though. I'm not really a horror person."

"No?" He sniffs, "my bad. I saw that Poe collection on your shelf, so I assumed--"

"I like to read, not so much into seeing gore," you shrug.

"Fair," he replies, "surprising..."

"Why's it surprising?"

"I didn't take you as squeamish with the whole..." he points to his nose, "ring thing."

You reach up to touch your septum.

"Oh, I couldn't really see them doing it," you say.

"Not that I don't like it," he assures you, "it's a look."

You furrow your brow and nearly laugh. Is he trying to sound young and hip or something? At least he's not like your mother, lecturing you on mutilating your body.

"You got any ink? Tattoo or something?" He asks, "something mommy and daddy don't know about?"

"Um, no," you say, "it's... expensive."

"Oh, do I ever know," he clucks.

"You have a tattoo?"

"Sure do," he pats his chest, "I'll give you a look once we get where we're going. It's nothing hardcore. Mostly a college mistake."

"Ah, makes sense."

"What else is college for?" He winks at you in the rearview, "making memories."

"Sure," you agree and yawn into your hand.

"I'll shut up now," he scoffs, "you rest that pretty head."

You look at him, hesitating before letting yourself relax against the seat. You cross your arms and lean into the door, closing your eyes to keep from glancing out the window. He must have got the drowsy stuff, your head is swimming.

🖤

Soon the motion of the car turns from alarming to soothing. You let yourself sink into the anti-nauseant laced drowse itching on your eyelids. You blink, slower and slower, as you succumb to the dark sky and your induced exhaustion. You drift into semi-consciousness, the engine still whirring in your ears.

The hours slip by like seconds and you wake much before your ready too. Not quite all the way as your head wobbles and your body feels buried in sand. You drag your hand across your face clumsily as the car slows and you hear the chirping of crickets. You grumble, batting your lashes before letting them close again. You nestle into the door, reaching for sleep once more.

A soft rumble, like a chuckle, rises as the engine quiets completely. You feel a shift and hear the driver's side door. You can't tell if it's real or you're dreaming. Not until your own door opens and your seatbelt barely keeps you from falling out of the car.

Lloyd nudges you back and snickers again, "ah, look at you, sleepy girl."

He bends over you, his fingertips fluttering over your stomach as he reaches to undo your seatbelt. You moan as you struggle to keep your eyes open. His shadow blocks the moonlight as your tongue sticks dryly to the roof of your mouth. You feel... more tired than you should.

"Let's get you to bed, huh? Look at you," he lets his hand wander down your thigh, "fuck, you're so warm." He tickles you through the fabric of your pants and you shiver, "and it's damn chilly, isn't it?"

He pushes his hands between your thighs and you gasp. You reach for him and he bats your hand away easily. He cups your cunt through your pants and you squirm. He puts his other arms below your chest, pinning you to the seat.

"Wha..." you babble.

"Shhhh, it's alright, babe," he purrs as he bends, pulling his hand down your thigh as he parts them wide, dipping his head into your lap. "Mmmm, you smell delicious."

He buries his face in your pelvis and takes a deep breath before exhaling hotly into you. You whimper and push on his head. He chuckles and pulls his head back. He raises the hand he had cupped against you and sniffs that too.

"The way I'm gonna taste you and find out it you're just as good as you smell," he stands and hooks his arms under yours, lifting you out of the seat, "and you're gonna be begging me for it."

"What are you talking..."

"It's okay, honeybee,  you're fucking out of it," he snaps shut the passenger door, keeping you against him, "if I wanted to, I could fuck you in the dirt right now but that's no fun."

"Huh?" You lean against him, your feet unsteady in your platform boots.

"My dicks been hard since we got in the car, you're lucky I don't test your throat out," he guides you along the pebbles and twigs, a large structure looming limned in moonlight.

"Mr. Hansen?" You eke out.

"Relax, I'm gonna put you to bed, nice and cozy. Cozier on my dick but we'll save that," he teases as his hand creeps down to squeeze your ass, "you got some of those rings in your nips too? Kinky shit."

You shake your head, stumbling with him up the wooden steps of the cabin. The place is dark and you didn't notice if your dad's SUV was there yet. They must have got there by then.

Lloyd angles you through the front door and moves seamlessly through the dark. His strength is unsettling, knowing he could do anything and you couldn't fight him off. Even if you weren't groggy.

"Come on, princess," he hums as he takes you up the stairs, each step creaking.

"Please," you beg, "why..."

"Shhh," he hushes you as he gets you to the top.

Your panic pulses and you try to shove away from him. He lets you and you go crashing into some unseen shape and bounce onto the floor. The noise of your tumble is deafening. Lloyd cackles and you hear something else. Suddenly, footsteps barreling but uneven, a door opens further down.

"What the fuck is going on?" Your mother snarls drunkenly.

"Nothing, Connie," he calls through a chortle, "girl's just a bit hopped up."

"Hopped up?!" She shrieks and you hear her struggling before she emerges, shining a light at you from the flash of her cell phone, "what?!"

"Calm down, she had some dramamine," he scoffs, "she doesn't have the same tolerance as you, Con."

"Oh, shut up," she huffs and turns back, casting the light away from both of you, "keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep."

"Pleasant as ever," he mutters as he slides his arms under you and lifts you. You touch your forehead, dizzied as he cradles you against his chest. He walks down the hall and stops to push open a door with his foot. He stands in the frame and clucks, "just like a honeymoon, huh? Me carrying you over the threshold." He enters and moves carefully through the dark as it thickens, "but we'll save the fun stuff for now."

He puts you on the bed and you grumble. He hovers over you, his hand trails down your body. You shiver and he presses his lips to your forehead and growls, "I can wait…"

He pushes away and stands straight, lurking as you feel him staring down at you. You hug yourself and roll onto your side, weak and disoriented. He takes in an audible breath and lets it out. 

"I'm not even gonna jerk off, as much as my balls are swinging like barbells," he taunts as he leans back on his heels, "I'm saving it all up for you, baby." He clicks his tongue in his cheek, "I'm even gonna be a gentleman and bring your stuff in. Don't worry, you can be naughty for me."

You don't say a word as you close your eyes, hoping to shut out this twisted reality. You hear him retreat, slow deliberate steps that stoke your nerves. He's letting you be for now, but it won't be forever. And now you know exactly what he wants…

🖤

The morning greets you with the sight of an unfamiliar room. Your memory doesn’t rush back but trickles in. A patchwork begins to form in your mind; your father sending you off with Lloyd, his herky jerky driving, the rest stop, and the wobbly scenes that came after.

You remember a conversation but not every word. Only enough to set you on edge. You sit up sharply as the words etch in your mind; ‘don’t worry, you can be naughty for me’. You want to shrug it off as a figment of your own imagination but it’s all too real in your mind.

You look around at the bedroom. Hardwood side for the walls and similarly coloured slats across the floor. The bed frame is elaborate, hand-carved with ornate knobs at the top of each post. There’s a quilty haphazardly pulled over you, gathering at your waist as you hold yourself with palms flat to the mattress.

Your duffle is in the plaid armchair set in the corner. It’s empty. You shake your head, clearing out the last of the cobwebs. Despite the nausea meds and a night of almost lifeless sleep, you wake swiftly. You feel eerily alert of every detail. 

You get up and near the tan dresser, your reflection appearing in the circle mirror perched above. Your eye makeup is smeared and your lipstick only left at the edges of your lips. You’re a mess.

Your hat hangs on the one of the posts that holds up the mirror and your knapsack from the other. You rest your hands on the thin metal handles and slide the top drawer open slowly. You look down as the wood grinds loudly.

Your underwear is neatly folded to one side but you didn’t pack enough to fill the whole drawer. At the other side, there’s something else, something unfamiliar. You touch the lacy fabric and hook your fingers through the slender straps. 

You pull it out of the drawer and let it hang down to the floor. It’s a full body suit, lace in the pattern of spiderwebs, with no lining. It wouldn’t hide much at all. You look up and see yourself positioned behind it, as if you’re trying to see what it would look like on.

You lower the garment and clear your throat. Last night wasn’t a dream, you’re lucky it was a nightmare. You quickly tuck the lacy bodysuit back into the drawer and close it.

What do you do? Do you tell your parents? You don’t imagine your mother would believe you, if she even listened. She’s already into the wine. And your father, Lloyd is his friend. He’d probably shrug it off as one of his jokes.

You back up and turn to the rest of the room. You hear the birds chirping, trees swaying, and the soft breeze flowing in through the slightly open window. You cross to the pane and look out at the deep cluster of trees that stretches for miles. It’s all the more obvious then that you’ve walked straight into his trap.

[plo-koons-favorite-padawan]

Last line challenge from @biscuityskies

Actually putting two snippets in here. As a treat! I'm not sure who to tag so you can consider this your invite to post anything you want!

From my Codywan fic (on my extended Clone Wars timeline AU—this is year 7):

The journey to Moraband saw the revival of the 212th hull-ball tournaments. Cody watched Wooley lead Team Bridge Command against Team Parjai, who were the undefeated champions, in the opening rounds. Five days in, Team MedSurg upset Team Bomb Squad in the day’s quarter-finals. Cody, as the highest authority on the rules by which the game is played, found himself adjudicating point disputes. He started using his HUD to give him an action-replay to analyze particularly close calls. Watchdog acted as a second pair of eyes when necessary.  Obi-Wan commed him every night. He filled Cody in on details of his Temple life. He had been mobbed by Jedi Initiates that morning in one of the meditation halls. He was spending more time teaching. He was thinking about taking another Padawan, after the war. They spoke in code about information not available in reports: Vos was alive. Fox had eaten a meal that day. The full journey took three weeks. By the end, Parjai were still undefeated, and most of the men had moved on to gambling at cards. Vos was still alive. Fox was going for a lot of long runs.  Cody had decided somewhere around year two of the war that ferruginous planets were his least favorite. The reddish, oxidized soil rubbed into armor or mixed with sweat on skin always looked like blood. It took days to polish the red scuffs out, and that was after the actual blood was all washed away. Obi-Wan had told him that Moraband used to be known as Korriban, that it was the homeworld of the ancient Sith race. Cody was not sure what else he could have expected, other than this blood-colored mess of mountain ranges and sandstorms that vomited hundreds of thousands of battle droids into the galaxy each week. Watchdog stood with him on the bridge, looking out at the rotation of the planet as the atmo transports were prepared.  “Ugly fucking thing, isn’t it?” he asked. Cody hummed in agreement, hands folded behind his back. “First wave leaves in fifteen. Figured you’d want to be on it.” “Thank you, Watchdog. Keep everything locked down up here,” Cody said, nodding to him. “You have the bridge.” Watchdog saluted.  In the lift, Cody sent a typed message to Obi-Wan’s comm. Landing soon. Will report tonight. The doors opened to a rush of astromechs and GNK droids. Mechanics, pilots, and troopers flowed along walkways and into larties, into Nu-Class shuttles, and smaller fighters.  Moraband did not get any prettier when they got closer to the surface. Breaking atmo revealed hideously jagged mountain ridges. The droid foundry was ten heavily-armed kilometers from the drop zone. Cody was not looking forward to the trek.  He never got that far.  He was glad that he was wearing his jetpack, because when the first round of anti-air artillery hit the LAAT, he had less than two seconds to react to the gaping hole in the hull, to the sudden absence of eight other troopers, to the breach alarms wailing, before the next blast hit. He grabbed two of the other men and leapt out the side of the ship. His jetpack was not designed for this heavy of a lift, and they were falling too fast. The propulsion was sputtering; the explosion of the ship above them hailed flaming debris and blasted them towards the surface of the planet. His comms were screeching in his ears as fighter pilots scrambled to support. The ground was coming too fast. One of the men, Quarter, was shouting to drop him so that he could save himself and the other man, Piecemeal. He started to beat on Cody’s wrist, but Cody held on. The ground was coming too fast. Cody’s jetpack sputtered out, and they fell the remaining one-hundred and sixty feet to the surface of the planet. Cody went out on impact.

From my QuinFox fic (same timeline, this is year 1):

Fox’s office was empty when he opened the door. It was empty when he tugged his helmet off and set it on the shelf by the door. It was empty when he keyed the door closed and locked. It was not empty when he turned around.  “So,” said the man leaning against Fox’s desk. “Pretty interested in Kenobi, hm?” He had a lightsaber clipped to his belt. The gold tattoo across his nose and cheeks flashed in the light.  Fox had a hand on his blaster. “Don’t move,” he warned.  The man raised his hands. “I come with peace in my heart and curiosity in my mind. You’re a great slicer, for what it’s worth. Took me forever to figure out that it was you.” “That what was me?” Fox was grinding his teeth. His right hand was itching. “You pulled Obi-Wan’s records. Don’t totally understand why you covered your tracks so thoroughly, though. That’s what I want to know.” He stepped forward, hands still raised. “It’s not like you were breaking any regs. What gives?” “Get out of my fucking office,” Fox snarled. “Ooh, you’re mean,” the man said, smiling at him. Fox stepped back and adjusted the grip on his blaster. “I like that in a guy.” Fox knew he was blushing. Idiot.  “And shy, how charming.” The man had crossed his arms. He had a matching gold tattoo on his bicep.  Fox called to mind the standard punishment for murdering a superior—firing squad—and weighed his options. “How did you get in here?” “Oh, it’s a fun trick. But if I explain it, it’ll ruin the fun.” “I’m not very interested in fun,” Fox retorted. “Somehow I don’t think that’s true,” the man said. “But if you insist…” He vanished. “Fuck,” Fox whispered, followed by a much louder, “Fuck!” when the man reappeared inches from his face.  “Part of the job,” the man said, smirking at him and not the least bit uncomfortable being within striking distance. Fox swallowed. “You’re a Shadow?” The man nodded, spreading his arms.“Quinlan Vos, at your service. No need for any formalities���I’m not technically a member of the GAR.” “Fox.” “So, back to my original question. Why so interested in my friend Obi-Wan?” “I think you probably already know. Why come if you know who I got them for?” “You caught me,” Vos said, smiling. He had a small gap between his front teeth. “I know you got those records for your batchmate, who they call Kote.” “Cody,” Fox snapped. “Cody, sorry. He wouldn’t have had access to those without going through Obi-Wan. You don’t have a Jedi overseeing you,” Vos said. “So you can get any records you want.” Fox raised his eyebrows. “I fail to see how any of this warrants sneaking into my office.” “Well, this was more for fun,” Vos admitted.  “You have a strange definition of ‘fun,’” Fox said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “And you don’t?” Vos had one eyebrow raised. “Well, you’ve had your fun,” Fox said. “So, now you can get out.”

[girlactionfigure]

🟢 Tue morning  - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

❗️YESTERDAY’S MASSACRE STORY FALLS APART.. the attack DID NOT take place in a designated safe zone but 1 km away.  The fire was caused by a nearby vehicle loaded with EXPLOSIVES - more specifically rockets.  The IDF used a “very small” bomb, and the damage shows no bomb dispersal pattern (meaning it wasn’t from the bomb).  

▪️UNRWA - 1 MILLION LEAVE RAFAH.. everyone who wanted to leave Rafah has.

▪️AID PIER DIFFICULTIES.. most of the aid pier was floated to Ashdod, to shelter during wavy seas.  One part broke away and beached in Ashkelon, along with a vessel trying to pull it off.  Another 2 pieces washed ashore in Gaza.  Several experts weighed in: bad place for this type of pier, there were other better options.

▪️ROBOT / DRONE ARMOR?  Spotted in Rafah: armed APC’s with no humans aboard - new drone armor by the IDF.

▪️HEZBOLLAH LAUNCHES A CROWD FUNDING CAMPAIGN.. you too can buy a drone or missile to kill Jews.  

▪️PROTEST CONVEY.. is slowing traffic along the coastal highway.  The protest for the "return of the mandate to the people" motorcades left from several points in the country as part of the protest calling for the elections.

♦️RAFAH - TUNNELS.. The IDF has so far located more than 10 smuggling tunnels along the Philadelphi axis, crossing from the Gaza Strip to Egypt. Some were destroyed, the IDF is working to destroy the rest.

♦️RAFAH - FIGHT.. a 6th combat brigade has entered the fight.

♦️GAZA CITY TUNNEL DESTROYED.. 800 meter-long and 18 meter-deep tunnel was located close to the Netzarim Corridor, n the Sabra neighbourhood.  Demolished by explosion.

⭕ 3 IRAQ SHIA MILITIA SUICIDE DRONES at EILAT, intercepted.

⭕ NEAR TULKARM, TERRORISTS FIRING AND IED.. shooting attack combined with an explosive device against the Deir al-Hausun checkpoint North of Tulkarm.

⭕ HEZBOLLAH - “WE’RE USING BOMB DROPPING DRONES NOW”.

⭕ 3 ANTI-TANK MISSILES at Shtula.

[scarybabe]

Speaking of sensory stuff and gaining. How did you deal with all the new bits touching each other when they didn't before?

I've gained a bit over the past year. I love being soft and squishy but I really can't handle feeling myself all the time ya know.

It takes a lot of getting used to - the chafing and friction in my chin and neck area and armpit areas especially are borderline unbearable for me when trying to sleeep.. it just comes with the territory 😮‍💨 the fatness is super hot but all the friction/moisture when I’m out in the heat or being physically active is sensory overload sometimes.

I do recommend using an anti chafing stick to make sure everything glides together smoothly - Megababe makes products for plus size people and I love theirs! They also make a moisture absorbing lotion that dries to a powder that helps with some of those sensations - any similar brand will do though :) 🩷

another thing that I didn’t learn until I was in the 270’s is that antifungal ointments (like Terrasil) can really help with redness and irritation in areas you chafe! I’ve used it in my armpit zone & under belly fold and it really calms my skin down. It’s hard as someone who HATES having wet hair but taking a rinse off shower every other day or after any intense physical activity helps as well, also I use Lume antibacterial body wash 🥰 it also has stuff in it that brightens the hyperpigmentation caused by chafing and makes me smell amazing.

[tvckerwash]

hi @banamine-bananime I didn't want to rb the post these tags are on since it's not mine, but I NEED to talk about how important it was for the bgc to forgive wash no questions asked at the end of s8 for a minute.

the washed hands interview, in conjunction with wash's speech to the chairman, along with what we see of wash throughout the series, all shows us that he is someone who has been repeatedly punished throughout his life for doing the right thing. whether it was standing up to his childhood bully, saving the lives of his fellow soldiers, or putting an end to an experimental military program gone wrong, and stopping the mindless killing machine his former friend had been turned into because of said program—he always ended up with the short end of the stick. he was supposed to be the hero! the guy who was brave enough to do what no one else would! but instead, all he was ever seen as was the crazy guy with violent anger issues who couldn't let things go and ruined everything because of it. he didn't stand up to his bully, he brutally attacked a classmate unprovoked and caused him to lose vision in one eye. he didn't save a platoon of soldiers, he disobeyed orders and attacked his CO. he didn't put an end to a corrupt military program and save his friend and former teammate, he destroyed government property and hindered a federal investigation.

wash in s8 is a man who never wanted to be a villain, but if no one would see him as the hero, what other choice did he have? the reds and blues answered by showing wash that there was a third option that he had never considered before: do neither, just give up and go home. who do you think they are? the master chief? who gives a crap about any of that savior of humanity garbage when they could stand around bickering about the shitty box canyon they're stuck it? or daydream about picking up chick's with a tank? or constantly blow up their brand new vehicles? the possibilities are endless!

wash had spent so long fighting against the world trying to prove everyone wrong and make them see him the way that he sees himself, that reds and blues forcibly adopting him as one of their own purely out of convenience, not asking for anything in return beyond "don't be a team killing dick", and being more than happy to forget his fucks ups as water under the bridge is EXACTLY the type of unconditional acceptance and anti serious try hard zone wash needed to grow as a person. the power of friendship, the art of not giving a fuck, and taking a chill pill for the win!

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 17

Sea Urchin - Danti (Siren!AU)

Dark sat at the shore of Mad’s island, watching the waves wash over his feet. The other Humans were finishing up their food while the Sirens went out for a hunt. Dark was one of the first ones done with his food and decided to get some peace while waiting for the Sirens to return.

“Dark?” Anti’s voice eventually broke the zoned-out trance Dark was in. “I found us an urchin,” Anti said as he sat on the sand, casually cracking open the urchin with his hands. 

“We’re going to cause the species to go extinct at this rate.” Dark joked, watching Anti’s graceful movements as he cleaned a piece of the meat and held it toward him. 

“Sirens are very good at maintaining ecological balance,” Anti stated.

“Did you get the phrase from Madrick or Henrik?” Dark teased, popping the piece of urchin into his mouth and kissing Anti’s cheek as his thanks. 

“Both.” Anti giggled, eating some urchin himself and offering another piece to Dark. 

“I’m shocked you were listening to them.” Dark continued to tease, eating his newest piece and resting his head on top of Anti’s. “You can have the extra one.” 

“I listen…sometimes.” Anti chuckled. “And you sure?” He was already eating his second piece. 

“I’m feeling nice.” Dark was more than happy with sitting beside Anti and listening to the wind that moved the water.

“A rarity.” Anti winked and finished cleaning out the last piece of meat. 

“A bit.” Dark hummed with a grin as he nuzzled his nose against Anti’s hair. It wasn’t shocking that the Siren smelled of the ocean. Dark always expected to smell blood on him, but he never did. Maybe the water washed it away, or the Sirens took extra care to clean themselves before coming back to the Humans. Dark didn’t know. But what he did know was that being with Anti was comforting, and he finally no longer questioned why that was the case and just embraced it. 

“Can I pick your hair?” Anti asked.

“Pick my hair?” Dark lifted his head and saw that Anti had one of the urchin's spines in his hand. “That’s the hair combing Sirens do, right?” 

“Yeah. So…can I?” Anti’s eyes shifted down, and the look on his face had it click for Dark that this was something soft and domestic he was asking for. Something mates would do for each other. Dark could literally hear Wilford’s voice in his head, yelling at him for not catching on sooner. 

“Of course.” Dark smiled with his answer and felt a little flutter in his chest at the way Anti perked up with excitement. He straightened himself when Anti crawled over to sit behind him. 

“Lean back,” Anti instructed, placing his hands on Dark’s shoulders and guiding him down to rest his head on his lap. “Hi.” He greeted with a chuckle as Dark looked up at him. 

“Do I need to do anything?” Dark asked.

“Nope. Just lay back and relax.” Anti started running the spine through Dark’s hair, being cautious of his scalp while doing the meticulous work of undoing knots and removing any signs of debris. 

It was easy to slip into the peaceful lull of the moment. Dark’s eyes closed as Anti’s fingers played with his hair as well. The waves still washing over his feet and lower legs. There was no telling how long they were like this. Anti was taking his sweet time and soaking in the warmth this brought him, and he was eventually purring, adding to the soothing sounds surrounding Dark. Anti finished picking and was now just running his hands through Dark’s hair, smiling softly at seeing the usually overstressed Human be fully relaxed. He didn't want to ruin the moment, but he heard the others calling out for them. 

“All done.” Anti leaned over and gave Dark a quick kiss. “You didn’t fall asleep on me, did you?” 

“Almost.” Dark chuckled. 

“Maybe I’ll let you sleep next time.” 

“I’d like that.” 

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@ctheotter

[cars2-renaissance]

I need to make a post on this little guy cause he’s too good

I got Mac so long ago, I don’t remember it. Probably ‘06 or ‘07. But he is iconic. Let me take y’all on a little tour.

Mac’s trailer opens up into a whole mini condo for cars. There’s a bathroom, game room, kitchenette, and workout room. It’s funny but it also gives some pretty cool insight into what living quarters look like for cars.

I’m gonna show y’all around with Francisco demonstrating the different amenities because I still haven’t found my lightning mcqueen yet so improvisation!

First we see the shower. It’s fully equipped as a mini car wash with rolling sponges, a shower head, and a water-proof, anti-slip mat. The car can drive through as many times as they need to get squeaky clean, with the rollers a perfect hight except Francisco is a shorty so doesn’t reach-

Next we have a vanity with cold and hot water levers built into the floor that Francisco can’t reach properly because of his dumbass low front bumper and a low, accessible sink, complete with a hands free toothbrush and a mirror that Francisco can see himself in.

Then there’s the game room with a fully positional (sofa? Bed? Mat?) cushioned parking spot.

If he pulls forward, there a tv/game controller for his front tires. And of course behind there is the phone. (Harv’s phone number yall)

Next is the kitchenette where we find a water tank and gas pump positioned to be accessible for Francisco. There’s some products which I can only assume is McQueens pantry. The labels are kinda hard to read but he’s got Nitroade™️, shiny wax, and transberry juice. Hehehehehehhehe 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️Then there’s the fridge that has a single product inside labeled “ENERGY.”

Then there’s the whole work out zone which I’m going to need to add in the reblogs.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

On June 20, I'm keynoting the LOCUS AWARDS in OAKLAND.

#15yrsago Student challenges prof, wins right to post source code he wrote for course https://memex.craphound.com/2009/06/10/student-challenges-prof-wins-right-to-post-source-code-he-wrote-for-course/

#15yrsago France’s three-strikes copyright rule is unconstitutional and hence dead https://www.laquadrature.net/en/2009/06/10/hadopi-is-dead-three-strikes-killed-by-highest-court/

#15yrsago The Brain that Changes Itself: hopeful book on the science of neuroplasticity https://memex.craphound.com/2009/06/10/the-brain-that-changes-itself-hopeful-book-on-the-science-of-neuroplasticity/

#10yrsago National anti-censorship orgs protest cancellation of Little Brother summer reading program https://ncac.org/incident/little-brother-pensacola

#10yrsago Piketty’s inherited-wealth dystopia: private capital millionaires multiply https://www.bbc.com/news/business-27774753

#10yrsago How Heinlein went from socialist to right-wing libertarian https://newrepublic.com/article/118048/william-pattersons-robert-heinlein-biography-hagiography

#10yrsago Whistleblower org says it will go to jail rather than turning over its keys https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2014/06/to-defeat-encryption-feds-deploy-the-subpoena/

#10yrsago Texas school bans sunscreen because a child might drink it https://web.archive.org/web/20140608074518/http://www.keyetv.com/news/features/top-stories/stories/san-antonioarea-school-district-do-not-bring-sunscreen-school-18590.shtml

#10yrsago Small town sheriff buys tank: “the United States of America has become a war zone” https://www.indystar.com/story/news/2014/06/07/police-officer-safety-surplus-zeal-military-equipment-spurs-debate-mrap-military-vehicle/10170225/

#5yrsago A grandmother is suing the TSA for strip searching her to get a look at her panty liner, on Mother’s Day https://professional-troublemaker.com/2019/06/06/tsa-strip-searches-grandmother-on-mothers-day-for-over-feminine-hygiene-product-gets-sued/

#5yrsago A trove of leaks show that Brazil’s “anti-corruption” task force was secretly trying to oust Lula and install a far-right strongman https://theintercept.com/2019/06/09/brazil-archive-operation-car-wash/

#5yrsago Americans are too poor to survive whether or not they’re working https://eand.co/half-of-americans-are-effectively-poor-now-what-the-c944c518db6a

#5yrsago Competition can fix Big Tech, but only if we don’t make “bigness” a legal requirement https://www.economist.com/open-future/2019/06/06/regulating-big-tech-makes-them-stronger-so-they-need-competition-instead?fsrc=gp_en?fsrc=scn/tw/te/bl/ed/regulatingbigtechmakesthemstrongersotheyneedcompetitioninsteadopenvoices

#5yrsago Weekend SIM-swapping blitz targets US cryptocurrency holders https://www.zdnet.com/article/wave-of-sim-swapping-attacks-hit-us-cryptocurrency-users/

#5yrsago The NRA begs gun nuts for donations, spends lavishly on its board of directors and execs https://www.washingtonpost.com/investigations/nra-money-flowed-to-board-members-amid-allegedly-lavish-spending-by-top-officials-and-vendors/2019/06/09/3eafe160-8186-11e9-9a67-a687ca99fb3d_story.html

#5yrsago On Grenfell’s second anniversary, 60,000 Britons are still living in firetraps clad in the same deadly, decorative materials https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/grenfell-tower-fire-material-high-rise-buildings-flat-block-a8946276.html

#1yrago Links, dumped https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/10/in-the-dumps-2/#do-the-humpty-dump

[scribesynnox]

Ohhhh my god, WAIT, I haven't even talked about the whole tsunami thing AND THE DISASTER RELIEF!!

@keferon and everyone else in here. Woe, more apocalyptic ponyo au ideas be upon ye.

A whole island got WIPED OUT. Humans are a lot of things, but in a big scale natural disaster like this, you KNOW there are relief aids being sent out. So first off, that's an opportunity to bring more characters in here. If any of y'all are into Rescue Bots, you can absolutely include them here.

OH MY GOD RATCHET COULD BE A RESCUER.

But anyways, I'm mainly bringing up the disaster relief aid, because maybe for the first time, there will be humans there who are recording what's going on and maybe for the first time, there is video evidence out there of mer and humans working together, and mers showing sign of intelligence.

Mers like Blurr and Shockwave helping out humans. And humans flying in and having to help out mers who got sick from the pollution. There's a reason why mers avoid human towns after tsunamis and storms and it's not just because of the higher human activity.

Humans are poisonous/venomous (see: mers getting drugged and dragged into aquariums, see: mers getting sedated to help rescue them, and see: POLLUTION), and after getting their nest violently disturbed like that, the poison seeps out and the whole area is one big hazard zone. It is not recommended to go near a disturbed human nest.

But there ARE merfolk here. There is Blurr who came back because he wanted to make sure Orange was okay. There is Shockwave who, I have no idea why he's here, but thank god he was because he's here to help the group of feral kids survive and adapt to the disaster area.

There's also arguably Jazz, who likely went out to sea the first chance he could get and avoided humans when he could because he knows he's famous and if anyone knew where he swam off to, then they'd try to get him back. But I imagine that if there was someone who was drowning and there was no one else around, Jazz would probably go to help anyways.

And maybe there's a bunch of different other isolated mer stories here and there, here for various reasons.

Maybe some of them followed after Blurr and wounded up helping out humans since they were there.

Maybe some of them got washed up along with the waves and are simply lost.

Maybe some of them ignored the warnings and wanted to get a closer look at a human nest, now that more of it is accessible. Maybe some dumb kids daring each other to go explore, or maybe a reckless researcher wanted to poke and prod things (i’m looking at you First Aid), or something.

Maybe some of them are wild animal rescue mers who go in with the GOAL to help some humans out, all decked out in anti-poison gear and rescue tools.

Whatever the case, for the first time, there are a lot of merfolk here and now there's evidence, and lots of it, of merfolk and humans interacting with each other (maybe the Fucked up and Way Too Close Moon messed with previous video files and this is like a post apocalyptic world, or maybe humans and mers are just new to each other, i don't know why it's the first time so many have interacted with each other but let's say that's what's happening), and for the first time, FINALLY, there is undeniable proof that the other species is SENTIENT and SAPIENT.

On the human's side, there is a small group of children who are very clearly talking in whistles and hums and clicks in a very nuanced and clear language structure.

They are also very clearly cussing at each other. (There is just a very specific tone and vibe that is universal which makes it obvious that the children are delightedly cussing at each other).

There is also a very specific tone when a parent barks out, “Language!!”, followed by gleeful chortles of absolutely unremorseful children who don’t show a hint of regret.

(And everyone who sees the clips, sees the evidence, all slowly becoming horrified. Oh god, they were people this whole time? This whole time??)

There is an engineer who is very clearly working with a mer and trying to get a generator working to get a door open. And the mer is showing evidence that he is analyzing and figuring out how to fix the generator along with the human. (I imagine blurr knows a thing or two about gadgets. Enough to help here.)

For the merfolk, there is JAZZ. Jazz who, in no uncertain words, says that humans have language and writing and song and dance and emotions and SCIENCE AND MATH. They are cruel and they are kind and they are clever. They are not pets, they are people.

Ooooo and maybe like, months or years down the road, the island is fixed and rebuilt, but it’s not rebuilt to be like it was before, it’s rebuilt to accomdate both merfolk and humans. Water cannald and air tunnels and breathing masks and so on.

Maybe the drowned island becomes the new base for the first human-mer embassy!

Uuughh and like!! There’s just so many stories that could be told here.

Reading all those “humans are space orcs” and “humans will packbond with everything” is rearing their head at me now, LOOK, THERE IS JUST SO MUCH YOU COULD WRITE FOR THIS. This has the perfect "human-alien meet up and rescue" set up! The language barrier, the uncertainty, the having to escape! Fuck, there’s a reason this is just tickling my brain isn’t there.

BUT ANYWAYS!! I am digressing. I can play around more with the underwater suvivial platformer idea later, back to tf mer au.

Just!! The story of two very different peoples coming to the same devastation with the goal of helping out. And in doing so discover that the other person is, well. A person.

The tsunami that changed everything. You know?

ough but hey, it wouldn't be complete without angst.

it's all well and good that merfolk and humans are coming together and helping each other survive in this natural disaster, but it is still very much a natural disaster.

how many floating bodies do the kids see while they were on their own? how many do they still see days after the first wave?

how many animals and people drowned, trapped in tanks or in their homes.

How many captive mers are still trapped in tanks that don't open or crumbling buildings with no exits, and are now stuck with no way to get food?

How many people died from starvation or poisonings from pollution or down electric lines?

And putting aside THAT whole horrific mess that comes with a natural disaster, Where the FUCK did these mutated sharks come from???

Are they science experiments gone wrong? Who brought them here? WHY are they here?

Hey... Just how "natural" was this disaster exactly...?

oooooo, what if the tsunami ISN'T natural, what if someone did it on purpose? Or maybe on accident?

Or maybe it's weird Fucked Up Moon magic.

who's to say :))

[wack-ashimself]

This bullshit on is-(it)-real is tiring. No joke, they had....10 major articles about it, all pro israel, but with a few patterns that showed their biasedness.

1-they ALWAYS blamed hamas, and almost refuse to ever say Palestinians or the country of Palestine. They always say West Bank or Gaza. Where is hamas based out of? MAGIC-ville? Like in real time, they are white washing history....acting like the place they are attacking isn't there...and soon, it won't be.

2-they regularly try to tie in ANYONE from another country visiting or who have dual citizenship that are in the war zones, basically guilting the countries to get involved too. WHY? israel has been slaughtering Palestine for decades. They have every-single-advanatage but they constantly act like THEY are the ones being bullied. CRUNCH THE NUMBERS-you killed over 2000 Palestinian kids since 2020. YOU KNOW THEY HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED THAT IN TOTAL KILLS AGAINST ALL OF ISRAEL. I know. I pay attention. They kill even 2 israeli soldiers, IT MAKES NEWS EVERY TIME.

3-They are releasing REAL UNEDITED video of stuff they claimed hamas did. That is fair: we should have to see the dark sides of war, in full, if WE ARE PAYING FOR IT (BILLIONS TO ISRAEL EVERY YEAR. NEVER ONCE TRULY STOPPED). However...I have seen fucked up shit israel has done to Palestine for...20 years. I HAVE SEEN SOME SHIT. But NOW when israel is attacking IN FULL RAGE MODE, they play the sympathy card? Palestine has begged for aid for decades, with regular video evidence of dead babies, but YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY THAT CARD NOW?! HYPOCRITES. Fucking israel is ran by hypocrites. Especially their fucking media.

It just pisses me off cuz it ignores who is doing most of the killing, has all the money, cuts off their resources and emergency aid, then tries any small and stupid way to look innocent or defenseless when that is not even close to the case. YOU can shut off resources they require to survive; in no form can they do that to you. HYPOCRITES. FUCKING HYPOCRITES! Lying, selfish, cruel hypocrites. Fuck all zionists.

<and again, for all the stupid fucks in the back. zionists=people who believe in the state of israel AND its' superiority AND in their right to kill anyone they feel is in their way of their rights. Tell me how ANY OF THAT is a good thing? Sound like NAZIS. Cuz zionsists are the new nazis. And that's isn't anti Semite. Tried of that bull shit. Tons of smart great people who are Jewish do NO support israel CUZ THEY HAVE SOULS. I love those Jewish people. I hate anyone of any background that blindly supports israel & what they are doing. Because that's what zionists do: support israel's ethnic cleaning. Then the try to make it sound like you're hating certain people. No. Fuck, I even wish the best for Israelis but (like the USA I live in) FUCK THEIR GOVERNMENT TO HELL AND ANYONE WHO BLINDLY SUPPORTS IT. ...I mean, we, the USA, basically GAVE israel nukes.....WE ARE THE BAD GUYS TOO.)>

[lunafad04]

How start skin care as a beginner

Here's a simple guide to starting a skincare routine for beginners:

Identify Your Skin Type:

Normal: No or few imperfections, no severe sensitivity, barely visible pores, a radiant complexion.

Dry: Almost invisible pores, dull and rough complexion, red patches, less elasticity, more visible lines.

Oily: Enlarged pores, dull or shiny, thick complexion, blackheads, pimples, or other blemishes.

Combination: Can be dry or normal in some areas and oily in others, such as the T-zone (nose, forehead, and chin).

Sensitive: Redness, itching, burning, and dryness.

Establish a Basic Skin Care Routine:

Cleanse: Choose a cleanser that does not leave your skin tight after washing. Clean your face no more than twice a day, or just once, if you have dry skin and don't wear makeup.

Moisturize: Apply a moisturizer immediately after washing your face to keep your skin hydrated.

Apply Sunscreen: Use a broad-spectrum sunscreen with an SPF of at least 30. Sunscreen is the easiest way to prevent premature aging of the skin.

Introduce Additional Skin Care Products:

Serums: Use serums that address specific concerns, such as anti-aging serums with antioxidants like vitamin C or hydrating serums with hyaluronic acid.

Exfoliants: Depending on your skin type, incorporate an exfoliant into your routine to help remove dead skin cells. Use gentle exfoliants if you have sensitive skin.

Masks: Face masks can be used occasionally to deep cleanse or hydrate your skin.

By following these steps, you can establish a skincare routine that suits your skin type and addresses your specific skin concerns.

[catgirltitties]

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OMG My fave murk sent me an EPIC ask !!! Thank you !! 17)most frequently worn pair of shoes? I just got a new pair that ive been rocking ! Ive wanted them for so long, the Jayson Tatum 1 Pink Lemonades, theyre color obsession colored !! they were originally really pricy, but i found a cheap bootleg it was so sick 23) strange habits? Im a weird mf with a lotta weird habits i feel like. One thing that i posted about today is that i get sour gummy worms and wash the sour off with water before i eat them. 28) five songs to describe you? YOU WOULD ASK ME THIS MY LOVELY MUSIC MUTUAL !! Ok 5 songs that have me embodied within them (choosing ones i hopefully havent selected for other asks) 1) grynpyret - Green Thrill Zone (Ft Sensei) (My brain sounds like this) (also grynpyret - wings is the song that is me in song form) 2) Amine - Beach Boy (How my style's been since 2015) 3) Halcali Bacon - Peek-A-Boo (The way i present myself sounds like this) 4) Open Mike Eagle - Ziggy Starfish (Anti-Anxiety Raps) (We rollin with it but still a little anxious) 5) Sleigh Bells - Riot Rhythm (My abrasive cutie heart is this) HM: @ - My garden (thank u again hehe)

[yourlocalrabidraccoon]

taking anti-depressants is like stepping out into the warm sun after years and years of being cold. it takes a bit to feel the difference, and then when it hits you, you’re overwhelmed. taking anti-depressants is like being underground with stale air, and starting to make your way to the surface. beginning to feel the fresher air coming in, and realizing you could never go back down.

taking anti-depressants is being excited to shower to use the new body wash you actually enjoy, and not just tolerate. taking anti-depressants is looking forward to things, and not just being in a permanent gray zone of detachment.

being on anti-depressants is leaving the house and volunteering for things willingly, not having to be forced. being on anti-depressants is starting projects, hobbies, after being disinterested in things for years. being on anti-depressants is hanging out with friends and enjoying it. being on anti-depressants is creating things.

being on anti-depressants for feels like waking up for the first time in years.