#bikini line razor

[ashleybelmont]

For shaving

Inspired by some beauty tips I found online, I decided to try this exfoliating body scrub paired with Billie's whipped shave cream for a smoother, brighter bikini area. Here's to achieving adult film star-level results where it matters most.

[drivemysoul]

How do you shave without cutting off your bottom growth?

i mean. that’s. that’s very hard to do???????? like it’s your clit. that’s all it is. you’d have to put a lot of continual pressure and force to cut it off.

[linneakou]

My skin whenever I try to remove body hair:

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍒 ┊Roll On Wax | Katsuki Bakugou꒱ 『♡』 F! Reader, domestic, reader is waxing coochie, established relationship, husband!katsuki, katsuki loves u so he helps lmao, unedited, one suggestive scene at the end 『♡』 I got a new wax roll on kit-- majority of my punani is smooth now. That's how.. this happened.

No because imagine you get a new roll on wax kit and get bold and decide to do your bikini line and coochie. And you're doing it, but holding the skin taut and yanking at the same time isn't a task for the weak.

Cue Katsuki walking in on you with your legs in a butterfly position, shirt in mouth to chew on, yanking strips of wax off of your crotch and thighs. He blinks momentarily, carmine eyes scanning you just to double check that he's really seeing this.

"What're you doin' now?" The blonde exasperates with a sigh, leaning against the bedroom doorway with furrowed brows.

You pause right before pulling off another strip and clamp your legs closed. Your face burns just about as much as the side of your crotch while you formulate a flustered answer.

"Waxing?"

His lips quirk up in amusement, tilting his head to look at where the strip is still stuck to your skin. "...and how's that workin' out for you?"

Katsuki's never been picky about the state of your pubic hair. Hair, no hair, shaven, waxed-- he doesn't really give a damn. Pussy is pussy. Call him a pussy connoisseur. But you wanted it waxed. Shaving has been a pain in the ass lately with all the ingrowns and razor burn you're getting.

"It's. Well it's going." Your hand gestures to the grocery bag of already-used strips and the heated wax roll on to the left of you.

Katsuki strolls forward languidly in his work pants and socks, huffing a little laugh at the sight in front of him. His brows furrow.

"Is it hard?"

"Mmm. Keeping the skin taut while I yank is... proving to be difficult."

Big hands reach for your thighs and you squeal, clamping them closed and pouting up at your husband. He looks confused at your embarrassment and rolls his eyes.

"Quit acting shy, y're pussy ain't anything new to me." His thumbs rub over the fat of your thighs again and slowly coax them open. Your hand reaches to cover up your face and he snorts.

"It's different when I'm waxing n' stuff!" You insist, feeling self conscious for the first time in a long time.

"I've seen you shave your asshole, it really isn't that different, sweetness." He chortles, cooing when you relax your thighs and gesture to the half-done wax job.

Your face never stops burning but you demonstrate and instruct how it's done. He frowns and holds up the wax strip to look at all the hairs and makes a comment on how weird it looks. He gets a smack to the shoulder for that.

He let's you do majority of the work but yanks a few of the hard to reach strips off, pressing the back of his hand to the red area to soothe you after.

"You shouldda just used my card and got it done at the salon." He pulls off the last strip and throws it away, giving you a little pat on the butt once he's finished.

The shower after goes smoothly for a little as you reward him for it in the form of a shoulder massage and kisses. His fingers trail down and slide toward your folds, dipping in momentarily, only for you to grip his wrist with a stern look.

"No sex for three days--"

"Goddamnit." A huff and sigh.

You lower down to your knees with a quirked brow. Ignoring the water hitting you in the face as he catches on and reaches for the roots of your hair with a grin.

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

shark

john bs little sister, y/n routledge got attacked by a shark while surfing with the pogues

warnings- blood, sharks, drowning 

a/n- please don’t read if your afraid of sharks. however, what you read  is not my responsibility  

y/n walked from her room to the living room where all the pogues are. “can someone go out to surf with me? i don’t like being alone and i really want to go out”

“sure.” john b said 

“i’ll go!” pope added, smiling

“im in” jj yelled 

kiara and sarah looked at eachother and shrugged.

they all got ready to surf. y/n had a pink bikini on and brought her white board

“ew look at the water it’s all grey” sarah said disgusted pointing to the water. 

“your fineeee” john b joked. “let’s go”

they swam out into the water. the waves were pretty calm. y/n had drifted off while she was laying on her board.

they layed there for a while, hopeful some nice waves will come in.

the salt air had y/ns y/h/c hair all wavy and perfect. everything was perfect. until something was under y/n. she didn’t notice, she was falling asleep laying on her stomach. both feet and right hand in the water.

out of nowhere, there was a splash. the shark had gotten y/ns left leg, tearing it to shreds as it had held her underwater. blood curdling screams were coming from her mouth underwater, begging that someone would hear her. 

“y/n?” sarah asked, noticing there was a splash and she wasn’t on her board.

the shark brought her above water and she screamed. he leg was being ripped off by a thousand stake knife’s, and she couldn’t get away. i was like she was in a car wash, but instead of soapy clean sponges, it was razor sharp knife’s. 

“oh shit” john b paddled over to her fast and got her in his arms. the water was red and thick. the pogues watched with shock in their eyes. “call 911!” john b screamed as he sucker punched the shark. it finally swam away, not after taking another bite.

kie and sarah rode a wave in to shore in a panic and grabbed their phones. 

“911, what’s your emergency” the operator  spoke through the phone

“hi um we have a 15 year old female that just got t attacked by a shark” sarah cried with a shaky voice into the phone

“is she conscious and where was the bite”

“i don’t know, she’s still out in the water but the shark is gone now. uh- i think it’s her leg”

“ok. i’m just going to send a medivac to your location. stay on the line.”

“ok” sarah was crying.

“y/n, talk to me, your ok” john b said as she layed on the board slipping in and out of consciousness. “come on, kid give me something here” he slapped her face gently a few times to keep her awake

jj and pope had rushed over to help, but there was nothing they could really do. once they had gotten to where they could stand jj tied the leash of his surfboard around her leg as tight as he could to stop the bleeding. it was gruesome and horrific but they were gonna do what they had to to save y/n

“jj?” she asked in a hushed, raspy voice as they swam her back to shore.

“i’m here, i’m here” jj said brushing her wet hair out of her face, trying to put on a brave face for her

“i can’t feel anything” she said closing her eyes slowly. he watched her eyelashes flutter in pain, shock and fear coating her glassy eye.

“i know, i know, keep your eyes open, your gonna be alright” 

the boys and y/n got to shore after fighting with the fast crashing waves and rip current 

“y/n, they have a medivac coming for you ok?” john b said as he tightened the makeshift tourniquet to where if it was her neck, she wouldn’t be able to breath

“that hurts, john b, stop your hurting me” she was crying and trying to catch her breath

“i know, i know, im sorry. we need to stop the bleeding and this is the only way i can do it. if i didn’t have to i wouldn’t”

her eyes were heavy and she was pale pink. her lips were chapped and had blood all over her. her pink bathing suit and white board were stained with a dark red

“jj?” she pleaded as she opened her eyes in pain

“yes?” he asked.

“i’m scared” 

“me too, we all are. your…” he paused, not knowing if the next statement was true “your gonna be ok” it was convincing him and the pogues as much as it was her.

“i’m cold” she said, lifting her head to see what john b was doing. she also was looking for a towel or be wrapped around in.

john b nudged her back down to the towel her head was resting on “don’t look, it’s ok” he didn’t want her to see her own leg that was bleeding profusely and had muscle and bone popping out at every spot.

“i’m cold…” she drifted off. she was trying to stay awake, but she was just too tired. 

“oh shit” pope tried to wake her up by squeezing her face, but it was no use. he checked to see if she was breathing. she wasn’t conscious a few times, but not like this. she was still. her eyes were shut. not shut in a fluttering way, but a frozen way. her flushed chapped lips parted and still. she didn’t flinch at any contact. she was out.

pope tapped her face a few times, looking for signs that she was just sleeping. she was frozen. she was still bleeding, which in this case, was a good sign. he put his ear to her chest to listen. she was breathing.

john b walked away, crying “come on y/n/n, your ok, they’re almost here” he said as he paced back and forth while pope was examining her conditions.

“she’s still breathing, just make sure it stays that way” pope directed jj to put his finger under her nose to monitor her breathing. he put his bloodied finger under her nose. and his ear on her chest.

sarah walked away to john b, holding him in a bear hug as they both cry, looking towards an almost lifeless y/n. their usual bubbly, energetic, and crazy y/n was just attacked by a shark which left her bleeding with a leg bearly on the bone.  they could everything that made up the leg. there was no way they could keep reattach it, even though the hoped.

“damn it! we should’ve just stayed at home” jj screamed, pulling at the roots of his hair. he walked away to wash his bestfriends sisters blood from his calloused hands 

kiara sat there in shock. mouth wide open, eyes in a bliss. she was somewhere else. trapped in the memory of what just happened to her friend. they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. they had give. every effort to stop the bleeding, that being all they could really do.

out of no where, a scream of pain came from y/n. “help me, somebody help me” she begged, looking into popes chocolate brown eyes with a plead. “i need help please” she sobbed. she caught a glimpse of her leg. the one she had used for surfing, running, swimming. everything she loved to do. it’s been with her forever. she was shocked and in an unbearable pain. 

“calm down, calm down, your ok, the medivac will be here any minute ok? you need to relax” he said, rubbing the top of her wet with seawater head in an effort to calm her down. 

“where’s john b? i need john b. i- i need him” she stuttered, looking around for him as she grabbed the top of her thigh, whining in pain. 

john b came running back, leaving sarah. “your ok, hunny im right here i walked away cause you were unconscious, ok, im right here” john b caressed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away her tears and blood

“i don’t think im gonna be ok…” she reached up to grab john bs face and smiled “can you make sure jj knows i love him… please” she sighed and looked back down. she loved jj. she had since forever. she didn’t want herself to die, and what she really thought about for the past seven years of her life to be unknown.

“you can tell him once your ok. your gonna be ok” john b said crying “your gonna be ok”

sarah and kiara were sobbing at the deck of the chateau, sitting in the chairs on the deck. sarah’s head was in her hands that were being held up by her elbows. kiara’s head was against the wood boarding of the chaout looking up to the sky in a plead.

the medivac swooped in to get y/n. she was conscious but had lost a lot of blood and her leg was bearly hanging on. the loaded her up and she said goodbye to the pogues with tears in her eyes. “it was nice being with you guys. i love you” 

once she was being lifted away, they all sat there in silence, all of them covered in her blood and were shocked and crying.

“come on, we have to meet her at the hospital” jj said getting off the beach to get the twinkie. he was covered in sand and blood, but john b didn’t mind 

“let’s go” john b squeezed sarah in a hug as they walked to the car, knowing there was a good chance she was dead by now.

jjs bloody hands drove them to the hospital which was 45 minutes away. 45 minutes of silence. 45 minutes of fear. 45 minutes of grieving someone who they didn’t know was even gone

he pulled into a parking spot and they all hopped out. 

they got to the front office. none of them wanted to ask where she was, not wanting to know if she was gone. they didn’t want to have to hear it here. no where really. but in a waiting room of a hospital is not ideal.

pope finally walked up to the desk and leaned on it. “umm… im here to see y/n routlegde…” he asked numbly as the rest stood behind him

the receptionist typed up her name as they watched her as they bit their nails. “it looks like they took her to the hospital in kitty hawk. they have better care for her situation there.”

“can we get the adress” jj asked sternly from behind pope 

“yup.” she passed them a pamphlet and smiled warmly. “good luck”

they walked back outside. their hands were dry of blood and had tear streaks down their eyes. 

after an hour of silence, sarah spoke up. “if they gave an adress she’s probably ok now, right?” she sniffled after her sentence, bringing the back of her hand to her nose

“i hope” john b said as he hopped into the back seat, rubbing sarah shoulders.

jj started driving and took a wrong turn. “FUCK” he scream slamming his hands down on the wheel. he started crying even though he tried not to. 

“jj…” kiara started

“don’t. quit being emotional and shit, she’s fine” he took a breath and sniffed his nose.

he pulled back out to go the right way. he was anxious to get there and was traumatized on what happened.

“where are you going?” kiara asked softly.

“chateau. she needs her stuff and we’re here now anyway”

sarah and kiara washed up and grabbed stuff that she might need at the hospital as the boys sat in the car.

“dude… what the fuck just happened… this morning was normal and now we’re here.” pope said and he threw his head into his hands and shook his head back and forth.

jj clenched his jaw and swallowed the lump in his throat. he honked on the horn for the girls to hurry. 

the trotted back to the twinkie with suitcases and pillows. they hopped in and put her stuff in the trunk. they didn’t even get the chance to buckle in before jj stepped on the gas.

the arrived at the hospital and walked in to the check in desk.

“we’re here to to see y/n routledge” kiara said as she leaned on the counter. 

the lady frowned at the screen.

“is she ok!?!” john b yelled as he cried.

“she’s in surgery. it’s gonna be a while before she’s out. you can get an account and we will send you a notification when you can see her.” the lady informed 

john b scanned the code and filled out the paper. “we can’t see her till tomorrow. this is bullshit” he said as he stormed out of the hospital.

“it’s ok, at least we know she’s alright” sarah drew circles on john bs back as they hugged.

“i just can’t believe it…” he said 

“i know, none of us can” she cried 

“well what do we do now” pope asked 

“my moms probably freaking out” kiara said while she leaned against the door of the twinkie. arms folded 

“same” pope said

“let’s just go back to the chateau and we’ll figure it out from there, yeah?” sarah said hopefully.

“i’m not driving” jj huffed as he plopped down in the back of the car

“i got it” john b said finally letting go of sarah 

they got back to see news people out on the beach in front of the chateau 

“no, they can’t be here” jj yelled. he walked outside with kiara and grabbed their boards and towels they had left on the beach earlier.

“do you know what happened?” the news lady asked. jj and kid ignored her and packed up to go inside.

“you know, this is really shitty of you guys. a 15 year old girl probably  died and your doing a news report for money. that’s embarrassing” he said sternly, not bothered enough to look up from what he was doing.

“it’s our job, kid” one of the camera men said, pointing the camera to him

“profiting off of death? that’s gross.” kiara said as jj grabbed y/n favorite board that was bitten and looked at the marks on it.

“you have quite the nerve to come on our property for this. get out” jj spoke, pointing away from the scene.

“this isn’t your property, it’s the beach.” the same guy spoke.

“your disgusting. all of you. disgusting. i hope your family’s happy with all the money your just brought in from a tragedy. i’m appalled. don’t think my lawyer won’t be hearing about this.”  kiara said as they walked away, flipping the people off.

“i hate people. she’s probably dead and they don’t even care. all they care about is themselves” jj cried to kiara as she hugged him

“she’s gonna be ok” kiara said as she cried also.

they got back inside and the pogues started clapping from the living room.

“what?” kiara asked 

“dude that’s all over the news what you just did. thanks for sticking up for my sister” john b hugged jj and kiara 

“the last thing she wants is for everyone to know. they didn’t even ask” jj cried again.

“it’s alright, buddy. they didn’t say her name or anything” john b patted jjs back.

“oh shit. my moms freaking out. i gotta go, see you guys tomorrow” kiara grabbed her stuff and left

“i gotta go call rose. she’s probably freaking out too” sarah said 

“can you stay tho?” john b pleaded

“yes i will. she’s going to be ok” sarah warmly smiled at him

“i should probably go, my moms scared im sure.” pope said sitting up from the couch. 

“pope?” john b asked

“yeah?” 

john b hugged him and cried “thank you… you saved her thank you” 

“hey,  what’s a pogue gotta do? we stick out for each other. you don’t need to thank me” he smiled

the boys were in a group hug

“see ya” jj waved to pope

sarah came back with her phone and flopped on the couch. 

they sat in silence until john b spoke up

“that was the worst day of my life. worse than when my dad went missing.” john bs head was full of flash backs, him fighting the shark, jj tying the leash, her saying she was gonna die, it was all flooding back to him in waves. he knew it was going t be engraved in his mind d for ever.

“you can say that again. i hope she’s ok” jj looked down at his still bloodied hands. “i’m gonna go shower. get this shitty day over with” 

john b was still in his trance. “tell jj i love him. tell jj i love him.” he got up and stormed to the kitchen, cracking open a beer. he chugged it down and caught his breath.

sarah sat and watched. she didn’t want to say anything. her boyfriend just had to watch his sister die on the beach and he couldn’t do anything.

she got up and sat with him. 

after jj got out of the shower, john b hopped in. he was silently crying, realizing there was no way in letting her know he loved her. he didn’t even say it when she saw him last.

he cleaned up and relaxed a little. they went to bed

meanwhile at the hospital 

“i don’t think we can save the leg. all the tissue and muscle is ripped to shreds. even if we could, all the nerve are destroyed.” one of the doctors spoke as he examined the leg.

“alright” they removed the destroyed leg up to her thigh. it was super risky, considering she had already lost a ton of blood and taking off the leg wouldn’t help. being under anesthesia that long isn’t good for her, and she would be droopy and drowsy for a while, just from the anesthesia. the blood loss is going to be a whole other challenge.

“poor girl” one of the female doctors sighed as they stitched up her thigh. “that’s crazy”

“yup. she’s going to need a lot of recovery time. i mean that’s nothing like we usually see. good work guys.” 

y/n was still on anesthesia. she kept having a dream of the shark getting john b and jj. she couldn’t not dream it. she had to wait until the surgery was over to not have to dream about it. it’s like she was drowning and as soon as she got close enough to the top of the water to breath, she was pulled down again. just like what happened earlier in the day.

they slowly let her off the meds to wake her up. she had no clue what was going on.

“who- who are you” she looked at the nurse with wide eyes and went to move to get up, realizing her leg wasn’t there. 

she screamed in terror, looking at her stitched up thigh that led to nothing. for some reason she could remember what happened. like some sort of sick dream.

“WHERES MY LEG” she yelled sitting up “WHERES JOHN B” she started crying and the nurse walked over to her

“your ok, hunny. you were attacked by a shark. do you remember any of it?” 

“oh…yea” she started sobbing again. “i- i need my brother please. i- i need to go home”

“im sorry, hunny, you can’t go home. not until we can get you blood and monitor you. i’m sorry. i’ll call your brother to come, ok?” 

y/n suddenly felt super tired. she layed her head back into the awful hospital pillows. how much she didn’t want to go to sleep was overweighed by how physically tired her body was. she crashed hard.

she felt people hooking her up to more machines and checking her heartbeat, but she didn’t care. she was too tired to care. everything was numb. she couldn’t feel the millions of shots being injected into her body to help with pain. 

when she woke up, there was john b, sitting in the hospital chair fiddling with his fingers, the pogues next to him. she fluttered her eyes back shut, not feeling enough energy to talk to them or talk about what happened. all she wanted was to sleep.

jj noticed her opening her eyes and rushed to her side, holding her hand. they hadn’t seen the nub that was left of her leg, and didn’t want to. it would just make the situation real.

“i’m here, y/n/n” jjs voice gave her the motivation to just open her eyes and smile at him. “you don’t have to say anything, just get some rest. we’re all here”

she smiled and shut her eyes again, feeling more at ease. they hoped she would be ready to talk in a few hours. 

she woke up a few hours later with excruciating pain shooting all the way down her left leg. even the part she didn’t have anymore.

she let out a yelp and squeezed her eyes shut in pain. “what’s wrong, y/n/n, talk to me” john b spoke 

(flashback in her head) “talk to me” 

“it hurts” she cried looking at him with glossed over eyes 

“i know, im sorry”

(flashback in her head) “i know, im sorry” 

“stop, stop get out” she cried to him, feeling sorry but she was traumatized. she didnt want to remember anything from the day before, and the only words john b had said to her were the ones when it happened.

“what?” he asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow

“get out” she sobbed. she was in pain. something about the pogues, her older brothers friends, seeing you in the state she were in yesterday made her cringe and made her want to cry. all she could think was how embarrassing it must’ve been.

“are you sure?” john b asked

“no” she sniffled. she was undeceive. “just… just stop saying that shit, please” she begged

he didn’t know what she was talking about but he didn’t want to stress her out more.

“can you eat something, please?” pope asked, offering her a sandwich they got from the cafeteria.

she turned her head “i’m not hungry”

“you need to restore blood that you lost, you need to eat to have enough energy. please” pope begged, finding her eyes again. 

she held it up to her mouth to take a bite but couldn’t. she couldn’t eat. she didn’t know why, she just couldn’t.

“y/n, please eat. you need to” john b begged

“do you want something else?” sarah asked patting her right thigh.

y/n flinched at the touch. “n-no im not hungry” 

“we can do it the easy way or the hard way, y/n. you need to eat.” john b gets mad when he’s scared

“i- no” she started crying again. 

“it’s ok y/n” jj shot john b a glare as he hugged y/n. just by the hug in the hospital bed, he could tell that the leg was missing. it broke his heart, but he needed to stay strong”

“do you want to get better or not?” john b snapped at her 

she looked at him with wide eyes and her bottom lip quivered.

“john b!” sarah yelled at him, going to join the hug with y/n and jj”

“i- im sorry i- i don’t know what got into me but you need to eat. you can eat it yourself or get the tube. i don’t want to force you to do something but it’s the only way you’ll feel better. please y/n”

“fine… but i don’t want that” she pointed to the sand which in disgust.

“i’ll be back” john b grabbed the keys to the twinkie to go get her her favorite soup from panera. 

“how are you feeling, can i get you anything?” pope offered while he sat in the squishy blue chair in the hospital room.

“it hurts. my leg hurts even though it’s not there, it hurts” she explained looking down numbly

“i read about that once. it’s called phantom pain” pope informed

“shut up” jj said slowly as he turned his head to look over to pope. he still had his hand on hers, head still resting on her right thigh. 

“sorry” 

“it’s ok… where did john b go?” tears started to well in her eyes

“im not sure.” sarah said looking to the parking lot from the hospital window.

“where’s kie?” she sniffled 

“her mom went on a big rant, she wasn’t aloud to come” jj explained

“about what”

“n-nothing” he shook his head. he didn’t want to talk to you about how her mom was scared and didn’t want it to be kie.

around 15 minutes later, john b came back with a soup, just how she liked it. 

he face grew a smile and she sat up, letting go of jjs hand. “thank you john b!” she clapped her hands as her brother moved the bedside table to over her lap. 

she ate her soup in happiness until a doctor came in.

“hello, i’m doctor smith” the blonde lady explained. “i’m just here to check on your stitches and give you your pain meds, is that ok?” she asked y/n

for some reason, y/n had it all planned out in her head that the pogues would never see the stub that was left of her leg. she looked at the group in an indecisive way.

“uh- we can leave if you want?” pope said in a questioning voice

“it’s…it’s ok… you can stay” the doctor pulled down the rack abt the opposite side of the bed and gently pulled the sheets off her leg.

sarah gasped but quickly shoved her hand over her face. john b turned around to take a breath. pope watched with a puzzeled look on his face. jj looked numb and y/n was just sitting there, watching the reactions.

she looked to the side as tears welled back up in her eyes. her emotions were high. the moment was cut off by the doctor

“it looks like it’s healing well, it will take a few months for it to recover but it’s on the right track” she smiled to y/n and put the covers back over it.

the got the shot ready. she injected it into her arm without a warning, causing y/n to jump at the feeling.

“i’m sorry… it looks like it didn’t go in all the way, i have to redo it, im so sorry, i should’ve given a warning” 

y/n was just hit by a bunch of shark teeth, she wasn’t expecting herself to flinch over a measly shot. 

“its ok” the doctor counted off and put a new one in her arm. even though everyone was in the room, she felt like she was by herself. 

they stayed in the hospital for 3 more weeks, y/n was sick of it. the constant check ups, the shots, the not being able to turn on the tv without jj and kiara outbreak, the smell of cleaning supplies, the not being able to really do what she wanted, all of it. all she wanted was to go home.

“we can order you a prosthetic leg. your insurance will cover it, and it will help you get around” the doctor told her 

she shrugged her shoulders and said ok. they fitted her for it.

“it won’t be here for around another month” 

they got home, y/n waddling in on her one leg. she looked around before flopping on the couch. she looked out to the scene of the accident and her face frowned. she wasn���t expecting to feel this emotional about just the spot.

jj noticed and went to hold her. they snuggled up together on the couch, him giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

“what was that for” she smiled, looking up to him.

“i love you, y/n, i love you. i heard you that day, i know what you said to john b and i love you too” 

her smile grew and she layed her head back into his chest, trying to hide the pink flush in her cheeks. he lifted her head back up and kissed her. 

“what do you guys want for di-“ john b stopped himself when he saw you two kissing. he turned around slowly and walked back outside.

they smiled as their foreheads touched, giving them both butterflies.

“i’m sorry you had to see all of that on the beach i-“ 

“you don’t have to be sorry… it’s not your fault that damn fish with teeth got you.”

she smiled at his antics, placing her forehead on his chest.

“it was scary. i was scared. probably more than you” he admitted 

“i doubt it” she booped his nose and fell asleep on his chest.

the next few months consisted of pt and lots of encouragement. as soon as she could go back out into the waves, she was ready. all she needed to think when she was scared was the wise words of her boyfriend, jj maybank  “the chances of getting bit once is 1 in a million. twice is just impossible” 

she slowly climbed her way back to being herself. the relief of taking off your shoes after a long day was replaced by taking off her leg. they all still loved her, even if she was a peg leg.

jj started calling her a peg leg once she was ready for jokes. she thought it was hilarious and laughed everytime. 

she was going to be ok 😊

[heartsforvin]

Hi bestie, can you do an imagine about cutting ur bikini area in the shower while shaving and how vinnie would react, please 🥰

KISS IT BETTER

thank you for the request !! i hope you like it !! <3

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), mentions of cuts on body, bit of blood, lmk if i missed anything !

summary; when you’re shaving, you accidentally cut yourself, so you have vinnie kiss it better

hearing your alarm, you stretch as you adjust to the light that is coming into the room. you begin to roll over to get out of bed, but your boyfriend pulls you back into him.

“few more minutes, please baby.” he mumbles into your neck, his arm wrapped around your stomach.

you comply, leaning into his touch, you smile as vinnie snakes his other arm around you. after a few minutes you start to get up.

once out of the bed, you grab your phone, speaker and clothes for the day.

turning on your music, you start the shower, waiting for it to heat up. once it’s the temperature you want, you strip and step in.

after shampooing and rinsing that out, you put conditioner in, letting it sit for a bit while you decide to shave your bikini area.

as you do so, everything goes smoothly until you accidentally go over a spot too fast and cut yourself.

you try to keep your voice quiet but a string of profanities leave your mouth and you soon hear vinnie walk into the bathroom.

“baby?” he asks, knocking on the wall as if he can’t see you clearly in the shower. “you okay, my love?”

you scramble to pick up the fallen razor and then answer your boyfriend. “yeah, i’m good. just get back into bed, i’ll be out soon.”

vinnie nods and heads back into his room so you can finish up. once you do, you’re soon dried off and dressed, just needing to finish up the basics.

brushing your teeth, hair and doing your skin care routine, you’re finally back in vinnie’s room.

“there’s my pretty girl- what’s wrong?” vinnie asks when he sees you wince in pain.

you shake your head. “ it’s nothin’, just accidentally cut myself shaving.” you explain.

he comes to stand by you, brushing some hair behind your ear and kissing you softly. “where? maybe i can kiss it better.” he tells you.

you blush, realizing the spot it’s in. “where at, baby?” vinnie asks again, making you become flustered.

you hide yourself in your hands, not wanting to reveal to him exactly where the cut is. it was silly, really, since he had seen you naked countless times.

“it’s on my bikini line, but i cleaned it up now so it’s okay. just a red spot now, you know?” you finally speak up.

taking your hands in his, he smiles at you. “can i kiss it better?” he asks.

even though he has seen you naked a bunch of times, he’s always going to ask if he can see you naked no matter what. even if it is just half.

you blush again, feeling like you’re back in middle school with a crush. nodding, you pull your pants down along with your panties just a bit so he can see where the cut was.

“awe, baby,” vinnie coos, running his finger along your bikini line, making you shiver at the contact. “it doesn’t hurt too bad, does it?”

you shake your head. “not really, just feels like harsh pressure if you really push on it.” you told him.

vinnie nods in understanding. he kneels down to get closer to the red spot and then looks up at you, asking you for permission through his eyes.

with a quiet ‘yes’ he softly kisses the redness spot, making you smile at how caring he is.

you soon pull your pants back up and look up at your boyfriend, he smiles at you and kisses your cheek.

“now it’ll heal faster.” he tells you with a cheeky grin, making you laugh.

you hit his shoulder playfully. wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him softly. “thank you,” you say. “glad you didn’t freak out or find it weird.”

“of course i wouldn’t find it weird, silly. you know how many times i’ve seen you naked? plus every time you have a scrape or somethin’ i always kiss it better.” vinnie explains to you, making you smile.

you’re so grateful to have vinnie by your side, to always make you feel better in times you need.

as you are for him.

i really hoped you enjoyed this !!! i loved writing it (:

[werecreature-addicted]

Tbf I use the worlds bluntest razors imaginable and just go back and forth until the hair goes. Even then it’s not 100% gone there’s visible greyness/unshavable stubble . Idk how people shave their bikini line

I stopped shaving because I nicked my pussy trying to shave my bikini line and it was the last straw for me. Bush is a permanent fixture on the menu.

[fallingtowers]

on the planet of serpent cults, where heat lightning always flickers on the far horizon, the queen of swords roams.

a thief, a reaver, a slayer: she is all these things and more. she embraces danger like a lover, and makes a fool of fate. she knows the five secret ways into the cursed temple, where one false move means death. she does battle with skeleton warriors while the stormclouds gather and the rising wind whips the tresses of her hair, which is black as grief or bright as gold—whatever works best for you.

1929, 1932, 1939—the year of publication is irrelevant; the queen of swords is always in her prime, and never grows old or infirm. if she dies, she will die by the sword, and that will never happen as long as she has an audience, and on the planet of jungles and ziggurats the golden age of pulps never ends. she is often wounded, but there is always a hut with dried herbs hanging from the rafters and a kindhearted peasant daughter to nurse her back to health, until the wound is just another scar.

she has so many scars.

she wears a bikini of bronze scales, which is the expected outfit for a woman in her line of work, but she would have worn it even if it wasn't, because she enjoys showing off. her body is muscular and sword-marked. her girlbulge is considerable. her pupils are dilated and her teeth stained red from chewing a root she got in the silver city, where every building is a generations-old repurposed spacecraft, and all the inhabitants are telepathic, and drugs grow freely in every garden. the root improves her reflexes as well as having an aphrodisiac effect, which is a useful combination on the planet of tombs and warlords, where lascivious sorceresses lurk behind every corner.

(when she was just a boy, her entire village was put to the sword. now she scatters deathblows the way a sower scatters seeds, and plumes of blood sprout in her wake. there is nothing wrong or unhealthy about this. it's the natural order of things, on the planet of conquest and savagery.)

the queen of swords, who dances on the razor's edge, who flouts the laws of men and gods! the horse she rides is always rearing; she is always backlit by lightning; her cloak snaps in the boreal gale. vallejo, frazetta, norem—everyone who is anyone has painted her. her name is whispered in the city of knives, where thieves hide in every cellar and hounds of bone and black smoke stalk the roofs, and in the city of sails, and in the city of broken idols. they speak of her even in the city of jeweled thrones, the greatest of all the cities of men, where sleep martyrs take stimulants that keep them awake until it kills them, and sarong-clad princesses burn for her touch.

though she has visited a thousand cities, she has no home. though she has taken a thousand lovers, she has never married. she lies awake late into the night, turning her melancholies this way and that like puzzle boxes.

on the planet of dust storms and pterosaurs, where every swamp teems with lizard-men and eight-foot-tall arthropodal reavers from beyond the stars descend in dropships made of steel and crystallized honeydew, there is always another adventure. but afterwards, in the silence after the clash of steel, she leaves empty-handed. the jewels slip between her fingers, and when her latest woman asks her to stay, of course she cannot accept. there is always another adventure, another forgotten dungeon or distant beckoning city, and as long as she has an audience, the queen of swords must roam.

yes, hers is a lonely life, but look, look: as she trudges through the violet sands of the southern wastes, drops of rain begin to fall, fat and blood-warm, stirring the hot dust—and the desert blooms around her.

[oakparchment]

Itzy's Bikini Lines

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, Yuna

Length: 460 words

Tags: pubic hair, shaving, foreplay, aftercare, masturbation, shower play, self-care

Summary: the k-pop industry has a focus on lines. Dancer lines, vocal lines, body lines etc. But what about their bikini lines?

AO3

Yeji

Landing strip. Simple yet fierce and no need to mess around. Yeji likes that it's easy to trim up and maintain. She usually doesn't bother with professional services and just shaves it herself in the shower every week. All the handiwork on her pubic area and the clean look of her pussy usually gets her horny so once she's done she'll squeeze her hard nipples and rub her clit until she cums on the shower wall. 

Lia

Lia goes to the effort of shaping up a heart. She not only wears her heart on her sleeve but also on her pussy. The intricate work requires a professional's touch though, so she'll get laser done. Lia thinks her heart is really cute. When other people see it, they can't quite tell if they find it cute, sexy, or just downright slutty (probably a mix of all of the above). Lia's pussy tends to get sticky and creamy so making sure to get every other little area lasered helps with that. 

Ryujin

Tried to shave Lia's initials into her pubic hair one time as a joke (mostly), but it looked very scrappy. Though, when she first showed Lia the girl was so flattered by the gesture that she devoured her pussy that night. She now has a neat triangle going on. When she's alone, Ryujin has made it a habit of idly running her fingers over her triangle when she's just scrolling through her phone in bed or watching tv on the couch. Similar to Yeji in that she razor-shaves herself. Ryujin is also into grooming the other girls' hair. This serves as both foreplay and aftercare.

Chaeryeong

Doesn't have a strong preference. She might let it grow out to a full bush between comebacks and then shaves it bare during promotional periods. It's also mostly just what her or her fuck-friend is feeling at the time. Prefers to wax, cause when she goes full nude she likes it proper clean, instead of the bristle hairs that start to grow after shaving, but then wants the option of going back to growth without having to wait many months.

Yuna

Yuna is usually clean shaven but has been sporting a downwards arrow recently, pointing directly towards where she wants it. It's slutty and she knows it. She finds it not only turns herself on more (and yes, Yuna is the type of person who can get off to herself) but when other people see her arrow it also drives them wild. 'Insert your fingers here, your tongue, your cock. It doesn't matter. Just stick things inside of this tight hole and fuck me silly.' Those are Yuna's thoughts. Like Lia, her arrow is a particular shape that requires waxing or laser removal.

A/N: These are fun little headcanons... do you have differing thoughts on any? If you'd like to see accompanying example pics then check the AO3 post

[kindchenschema]

house md ladies - bush headcanons

cuddy -- full bush. there is literally zero question about this. she washes it with shampoo AND conditioner, and it doesn't even fuck up her ph levels because the bush is just That full and thick and opulent. the woman hasn't actually seen her clit since '89 - but don't worry, she's still able to locate it, of course.

cameron - shaved bikini line + trim. obsessively neat in the first few seasons, but has some whimsy with it later on (plus, life as an ER doc is hectic as hell, so it wouldn't always be the prettiest, but she finds that she doesn't actually mind. she and chase come up with names for the different cuts she sports sometimes, like "sonic the hedgehog", "the emo kid", etc.)

thirteen -- now. i feel it is utterly significant to approach this question scientifically, and do a case-by-case analysis for each season.

season 4 thirteen is young, she's fun, she really wants this job, work hard play hard, etc, but there are also The Demons - so i feel like she'd keep it somewhat trimmed, but she got other things going on right now. season 5 thirteen oscillates between waxing every inch of it raw, and then not touching it at all for like two months. this is a symbolism of her extreme and risque partygirl lifestyle as well as suicidal ideation. foreman era thirteen keeps it trimmed verrrry short because that's how he likes it. jail era thirteen has a full bush, because there are no razors in jail, but she discovers she actually prefers it this way. season 8 thirteen and her wife amy maximize their joint full bush slay and ride off into the greek sunset together. there are two slight, pleasant breezes.

amber -- she has a specific waxing salon she is a regular at - literally Regular as in, same day of the month, every month, on the dot. because no u don't understand. it has to be a PERFECT triangle. if even a singular follicle of hair is out of place, she Will make it everyone's problem. amber volakis is not above asking to speak to the manager on account of a scalene pubic hairdo. and no, she doesn't WANT a refund, it's about the PRINCIPLE - she is an ambitious woman in her 30s and how is she supposed to ACCOMPLISH her AMBITIONS if she doesn't have 100% pussy confidence??!! all she's asking for is a triangle that could be used in a college-level maths textbook to demonstrate the pythagorean theorem, is that so hard? i mean, if you're going to pursue a career in waxing, the least you should be able to do is a proper triangle.

she tips generously, once they finally do get it right.

masters -- full bush, she dyes it ginger to keep it matching the drapes.

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Eleven

( Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!Reader )

BODY HAIR/SHAVING / EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM / TEASING

Summary: Your waxing appointment gets cancelled but Will offers to help sort you out.

Day eleven of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Mentions of pubic hair, mentions of razors / blades (no bodily harm), oral - male receiving, facial, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.2k

“Everything alright?”

Will heard your exasperated groan and came to check on you.

“Yeah, well, sort of,” you toss your phone away from you.

You had already expressed to him that you found this time of year stressful, what with your job in the shop and three holiday seasons approaching. They were taking advantage of you and you were technically doing five jobs in one, he was figuring a polite way of telling you to quit that didn’t make it seem like he had no idea how hard it was to find another.

“What does sort of mean?”

“I had an appointment this afternoon but they had to cancel,” you shrug. “They said they’d give me a discount for it being so last minute.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad.”

You scoff, “No, it’s not too bad. It’s just… I’m hairy.”

Sometimes he had to smile at how prude you were, the topic wasn’t really that taboo when you were sharing yourself with four guys.

“You know I don’t mind.”

You chew the inside of your lip.

“I know you don’t, I kind of do though. Because I was getting it waxed, I didn’t see the harm in leaving it grow a little longer and now it’s out of control.”

For you anyway.

Most of the time, you slipped your appointments during your free time or on the rare days where the boys didn’t overlap. Hair down there didn’t bother you, you usually had a high leg bikini or occasionally an, as Benny put it, air strip, a full bush had never been for you.

“Have you ever had anyone shave you?”

You blinked at him.

“I’ve heard it’s actually quite intimate,” he spoke with a glint in his eye.

Will was a generous partner, he’d do anything to assure your happiness, it’s why he had to learn everything about you mentally and physically.

“Would you like to do it?” You ask him, voice soft.

“Sweetheart, you know I would.”

You gave a blushing smile, he didn’t want you to be embarrassed but he’s happy your smiling.

“Come on, we’ll take the bike and pick up some supplies.”

You approached him with a confused expression, cocking your head to one side as you pressed your body to his. Your arms wrap over his shoulders, his hands meeting your lower back as he holds you close. You peck him on the cheek, just above his whiskers.

“You kept that one quiet.”

He dropped his head, his nose brushing yours.

“You never asked.”

He snatches your lips before you can retort.

At the shop, the pair of you stared at columns and rows of different razors, each one claiming to be the best close shave, best for legs, best for the bikini line.

He could never have imagined so many after years of going to the men’s section and plucking his old faithful from the small selection. He referred to his phone for help as you picked up a box and read the back until you swore you were going crosseyed. You were equally as lost, swimming through the sea of pink, purple and rose gold, praying that one would throw you a lifeline.

“I didn’t think it would be this difficult,” you laugh nervously. “How about this one?”

He hums, “It’s not had the best reviews, one even said she nipped herself so bad, she thought she was going to bleed out.”

It was a tad dramatic.

You threw the razor back on the tiny hook from once it came.

“This one comes with a cleanser.”

“Razor blunts really quickly,” he grumbles.

It’s in his best interest for this to go well, he would very much like this to become a regular occurrence that you can share.

“How about just getting a men’s razor?”

You look over your shoulder at him until he stops staring at the screen with knotted brows.

“I mean, you know how to use it, right?”

His features softened, grateful that you trusted him.

The cashier’s eyebrows twitch when Will handed over the basket.

“Did you see the way he looked a you?”

“I think the Hello Kitty kitchen towels really threw him.”

After dinner, Will insisted on setting up the bedroom even as you told him not to make a big deal out of it. It wasn’t up to his usual romantic standards but he lit the candle you insisted on getting to fill the room with the smell of an apple orchard, all the items he’d need to shave you laid at the end of the bed, a bowl of warm water on the floor.

He called you in and asked for you to strip.

“I was expecting worse…”

He was inspecting your pubic hair, arms folded to his chest. Your skin felt prickly under his intense gaze.

“I’ll trim you with my razor first then move on to a closer shave.”

You step into his shower, his idea of not getting hair everywhere more plausible. Taking the electric razor in his hand, a plastic trimmer present at the end, he switched it on. He went straight up the middle first before combing out. Lifting your right leg over his shoulder, he trimmed along your outer lips and did the same with the left side, even catching the stray hairs between your ass cheeks.

He wiped his large hand to brush off the excess hair.

This process would be less distracting if he hadn’t chosen to get undressed down to his underwear.

Guiding you from the bathroom, he takes you to the bed and sits you down on the towel. You lay your back to the mattress and follow the same movements you would do on the waxing table, pressing the soles of your feet together and dropping your knees outward. You pull your stomach to stretch the skin taut, that’s normally how they do things.

“Oh, I love a girl who doesn’t need to be told.”

His comment causes your pussy to twitch.

“Will,” you groan, “don’t make this more awkward than this already is.”

Holding his hands up, he comes to his knees in front of you. He nimbly picks up the razor and balances it on his fingers then drops it to one side, the slosh of water hitting your ears. Shuffling nearer, he lifts his frame to position himself above your mound.

The razor glides seamlessly over the valley of the joint between your hip and leg, it was only a test to see if it worked. His eyes narrowed, a finger running over the now hairless patch.

“How do you want it?”

You don’t say anything as you bring your one hand down and lay three fingers over your pubic hair as an indicator before taking it away.

“I can do that,” he swills the razor again.

Coming back to you, he takes measured strokes, the pressure heavy enough to cut but light as it ran across your skin.

Wherever he heard about this act wasn’t lying about the intimacy.

His other hand was on the inside of your thigh, the thumbs stroking gently as his hot breath teased your exposed folds. The room was so quiet, the light scrape of the metal unassuming and sort of rhythmic in it’s own way. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel them observing how your body reacted to the blade.

When he finished the one side, he patted it dry.

“Any good?”

You straighten up and cock your head, the line you saw crisp and accurate.

“That’s amazing.”

His face brightened.

He pokes at you to lay back down before starting the other side.

Something changed in your body, Will watched as you exhaled a long breath, the tension you were holding lifting. Your leg fell a smidge wider and you closed your eyes to shut off the rest of the space, it was just you and him.

“I’m just gonna neaten you up,” he said when he finished the top.

Shuffling back, he cleaned the razor and fixed his gaze on the inside of your leg. He shaved the few areas he couldn’t reach at a higher angle, pulling your labia aside so he could get right in there and know it was a job well done.

He took your glistening folds as a compliment.

“Want to take a look?”

You focused back on the room.

He stood up, offering a hand which you took gladly. Relaxing your legs, you hop off the bed and he takes you to the full length mirror in the bathroom, switching on the light to fill the space with a white glow.

Your mouth parted, eyes widening as you took another step towards the mirror. Your hair was neat and tidy enough to have been done by a professional, he’d even rubbed a little cream in to protect the skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Will admiring you in the mirror and you’re sure your heart burst.

In a matter of seconds, you had your arms firmly wrapped to his neck, dragging him down so you could press your lips forcefully to his.

“So you like it?” He asks, catching his breath.

“I love it, Will, I love you,” you’re beaming up at him, refusing to let go. “Not many guys would be as inclined as you.”

He starts to unfurl your grip on him.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.”

You place your palms onto his bare chest, his heartbeat soft and slow, then teased your fingertips featherlight down his stomach.

“Maybe I could show you my appreciation.”

“And how’s that?”

His tongue flicked over his lips when he felt your index fingers tuck behind the waistband of his underwear. You ran your hand along the elastic, knuckles grazing his navel, his cock twitching against your thigh as you tuck it into his crotch.

A smile came to his lips, cheeks turning another shade of pink.

“Well, I’m not going to say no.”

You giggle before kissing him again, deepening it as he opened his mouth and allowed your tongue entry. His cock was hardening underneath the thin fabric, the touch along his waist beckoning for it to come. He chases your lips when you pull away but you move quickly, falling to your knees, taking his underwear with you.

You bump your nose to his semi-hardened cock and he shudders, his breath gravelly.

Salivating, you push out your tongue and lick from his balls all the way up, his cock stiffening as you drag. You moisten your lips before wrapping them around his tip to the sound of his moan.

Glancing up, he’d already closed his eyes, his delicate lashes and freckled skin highlighted by the fluorescent bulb. He always looked so fucking pretty when he relaxed, when he wasn’t keeping up appearances.

You roll your tongue over his ridge and taste the saltiness of his precum against the lining of your mouth. You suck his tip before hollowing out and gradually slid down to the base of his cock, a flex in your throat as you stopped.

A hand rests on the top of your head, smoothing your hair.

You pulled back before you choked, taking big breaths after you dropped him. His cock stood proudly, veins prominent, balls sagging filled with cum. As you wrap your lips around him, ready to take his cock all the way, he grabs a fistful of your lock, the sting on your scalp as he tugs.

Craning your neck, your faces meet.

His lids are heavy, the exact opposite to yours.

“Take it slow.”

His throat is dry, voice rough, your pussy clenches round nothing.

You nod and his fingers relaxes.

Returning your lips to his cock, you suck before taking all of him inch by inch as slow as you could and continued until he began to undo.

When you reached the base of his cock, he bucked, notching the back of your throat. You choked yet didn’t falter, tears pricking in your eyes as you composed. He rolled his hips a little gentler and when he wasn’t met with any resistance, picked up the pace.

Your sloppy glugs bounced off the tiles.

His hand coiled around the edge of the sink, jaw seizing shut, his grunts caught in his throat. You place your hand on his pert ass as his thrusts struggle to keep momentum, guiding him deeper. He was on the last leg when he chose to pull out, a string of spit falling from your sullied lips.

Snatching his cock, you lean back and poke out your tongue, ready for his load.

You pump him, milk him until he lets out a strangled groan.

He coats you with his seed, hot and sticky, droplets hitting your tongue as the rest paints your face, your chest.

Combing his fingers through his hair, he tilts his head back like he’s coming up for air. His lungs expand before he sighs, the muscles of his chest juddering with the exhale. He blinks, eyes adjusting to the light and when he finally sees you, he smiles from ear to ear.

You make a show of scooping his cum with your fingers, sucking it from your fingers, smacking your lips as you swallowed.

You thought Will was a generous partner but he thought you were equally so.

[yourgrantaire]

im rewatching the smosh liveshow and i wanted to keep track of my favorite moments so they are below the cut

angela's tippy tappy toes of joy at amanda's new jersey voice

amanda's "LOOK IT UP" for increasingly unrealistic things, and ending it with "are you at peace are you at peace are you at peace hello areyouatpeaceareyouatpeaceareyouatpeace anthony areyouatpeace DON'T GOOGLE ME"

tommy's "only a tragic life could lead to looking like if a motorcycle was gay ... i can say that, i'm a motorcycle" and him saying the meaning of anthony's tattoos was so that he could fuck goth girls. oh and how could i forget describing angela as an "amber alert on rollerblades"

the cool ass music when the guests came on, made by tommy bowe i think? i honestly would listen to the music from the show all on its own

brandon rogers' "let's. eat. anthony!" and then making a very emphatic pitch as to why it would be a great idea

THE HALF-TIME SHOW OF COURSE. i know that they mostly won't post the show on youtube but i really really hope they post the half-time show

also a detail i just noticed is josh playing that escalating carnival "do do do do!" when chanse and keith got iced

dan and phil's extremely explicit video message with dan's repeated references to jerking off onto anthony's sexy calendar

courtney as bikini girl while still wearing doc martins. and there's something about the rhythm of "get you a girl who can do both two things two one time! :D" that is so funny, as well as "women are so scawwy ooohh!! what's under your blouse, two perfectly round GUNS? OHH!!"

rhett and link showing up standing menacingly in the doorway, and their tag line being "A Jesus and a Lesbian Woman"

the multiple "ian loves drinking breast milk" jokes

the chosen: "you're probably wondering why i look so badass right now. its because we are on the cusp of the greatest battle in the entire history of the universe.

and also i got queso on my three wolf moon shirt.

and i fell off my razor scooter on the way here."

i am glad that even though they made him look cool as fuck, shayne still emphasized that the chosen is not nearly as cool as he thinks he is.

"worst of all, anthony padilla HAD SEX!" and then quoting the star wars prequels lmao

also shayne singing without any self consciousness was very funny to me, but i can't put my finger on what the song was

ian saying i love you but having to say it in a silly voice (and in the after show anthony saying he can say i love you back to ian because unlike ian, he's actually said it before)

anthony's joke about how he expected everyone to roast him about his "dick piercing" and the entire audience going "wait wait, go back to that, what did you just say" and him moving on with no further comment

anthony to shayne: "i won't talk about how you were once known for your promising tv career and now you're known for wearing a t-shirt with limes on it''

chanse just full on horror movie screaming when anthony said arasha was in an ad for a republican dating app. also arasha's faces for everything were so great

keith full on responding whenever someone addresses him (and sometimes reacts out loud just because), he did this in the other funerals as well but it delights me every time

anthony saying chanse slides into his dms all the time, and chanse immediately replying "you respond, bitch!" (and then later anthony saying that chanse can go with mythical and he "can call link daddy now" but "watch out, [chanse] dms")

i loved anthony's reference to tommy's show serving cunt

anthony to amanda: "you're like if jessica rabbit drove a mini van"

anthony to ian: "one thing we all know about ian is he might have some trouble showing emotions" ian proceeds to stare deadpan into the camera. it was fun watching ian's reactions because often he wouldn't react to a lot of it or he would react as part of the bit, i've already forgotten the one thing that he really reacted to, fuck so i might have to rewatch it again

and then my favorite part of the aftershow was amanda and tommy continuously leaning in to make out and then saying "no save it for the parking lot, save it for the parking lot", and no they were not going to go anywhere, they were going to stay in the parking lot at smosh and make out in the car

[kittysdiary]

Ok I have a question , but first I will like to say your blog is the best one I have ever seen ❤️❤️your like a big sister giving advice, so i have a question, how can I get my 🐱 and 🍑 soft ? And how can I keep them both fresh and smelling good. It embarrassing to say this but I just need help, when I asked some family members they turn they face up and act like they never smelt before, so I just need help atp.

Aww thank you so much! As an esthetician this question is right up my ally as kitty care is my specialization. 🐈‍⬛🎀

How to keep your kitty + peach soft:

Go in for a Brazilian or Bikini wax. This is a great way to get rid of any unwanted hair and can help prevent ingrown hairs as well. If pain is something that worries you try sugaring instead! It is recommended to get a wax every 3-4 weeks when the hair is about the size of a grain of rice.

Invest in a vagacial or booty facial. These are a great way to keep both areas soft, smooth and free of hyperpigmentation. This can be done once a month but can also be done every 15 days depending on the skin type and skin concerns for that area.

If you choose to shave make sure you are using a good + clean razor. Razors should be changed out every 5-7 shaves! Shave against the grain of your hair for the best results!

Laser hair removal is another option. Note that laser hair removal does not get rid of hair growth permanently but it does slow the rate of your hair growth tremendously. Electrolysis is the only method to completely remove any unwanted hair.

I use the Peach & Lily KP Bump Boss as a way to keep my skin extra soft and smooth. I only use this on the Mona Pubis area and do not use it on any other sensitive areas of the kitty.

Use Fur Professional products! Their line is used by many estheticians including myself for both intimate areas of the body.

Cleaning 101:

Your kitty cleans itself regularly which is why some people only clean theirs by rinsing with water. If you choose to use a soap I recommend Dove’s Unscented Body Soap or Dr. Bronner’s Pure Unscented Castile Liquid Soap. Remember to only wash your Mona Pubis + Outer Labia area and avoid getting soap on sensitive areas.

Summer’s Eve products should only be used to restore your pH and to provide temporary relief for minor irritation or itching.

Remember all kitty’s have a certain scent that many describe to be like a bread scent. If the smell is strong, continues to worsen or begins to cause pain and itching please contact a health care provider!!!!

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Ok real talk bush 2024. What are we even doing these days 🤣

we’re doing whatever we want baby 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

and what I want is no razor burn no weird bumps on my bikini line 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️