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[mekyrdesign]

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[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Products & Services Worth The Splurge

Fashion:

A great couple of bras in black/nude (your best skin-toned shade)

Comfortable, breathable, and seamless underwear

Outerwear (Coats, jackets, blazers)

The perfect pair of jeans

An LBD that works from day to night

Comfortable, sturdy, sleek, and timeless footwear (a versatile black boot, a black heel, white sneaker, and a black flat/loafer/sandal)

A timeless and versatile crossbody or shoulder bag (a larger one for the daytime/work or school and a smaller one for nighttime/events)

One or two well-made classic jewelry item(s)

A conversation-starting item or accessory

Beauty:

Sunscreen

Any skincare/skin cosmetic products that are game-changers for you

A quality hair brush, comb, and hair towel

Your signature scent

A quality razor/hair removal product

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Reliable hair tools and sturdy nail tools

A quality hair heat protectant/scalp cleansing or conditioning spray

Makeup brushes and beauty tool cleaners

Home:

Lamps/lighting

Couch/desk chair

Everything for your bed: Bed frame, mattress/sheets/pillows, etc.

Knives

Dishwasher-safe and microwave-safe dishes & cups you love

A full-length mirror

Vacuum

Storage solutions/cedar blocks or moth balls

Quality holders for everything: Paper towels, shower storage, hooks, mailbox/key bowls

Name brand paper products/household cleaners

Electric toothbrush & Waterpik

Sound-proof headphones/Airpods

MacBook Air

Health & Wellness:

High-quality lettuce and/or sprouts

Organic frozen fruits and vegetables (if fresh is too pricey)

BPA-free canned goods

Potassium bromate & glyphosate-free grain products

Snacks free of artificial colors

Quality coffee

An at-home massage tool/heating pad

Fur products for skin/hair removal

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Quality running shoes

Anything that goes near your vulva or into the vagina: Sex toys, lube, condoms, toy cleaners, pads/tampons/menstrual cups, cleansing wipes, etc.

A yoga mat, resistance band, and a pair of small ankle weights

Spotify subscription

Books and audiobooks

Services:

Therapy

A top-tier haircut

House cleaning (even if it's only once every couple of months)

Top-tier hair removal/brow maintenance services of your choice

Best doctors, dentists, OB/GYN, and dermatologists you can get

At least one personal training/styling session in your life

Professional/Social:

Ownership of the domain for your full legal/professional name and/or business name

A CPA/bookkeeper/fiduciary financial advisor

Automation workflow/content management system software

A lawyer for contract review/LLC services

Personalized stationery/"Thank You" cards

Memorable client gifting for the holidays/milestone successes

Niche skill-based certifications (Google, AWS, Hubspot, etc.) or courses made by trusted professionals in your field

Subscriptions in world-leading and industry-authority digital publications

[adorkastock]

Im an artist trying to take my own pose references for some difficult art, any advice on how to do it right?

Oh gosh I've been meaning to do a big post about this and I will at some point but for now here's the basic basics:

decent lighting - doesn't even have to be 'good' just decent. I used to use light through a slider door, directional will help show the forms. If windows aren't an option some directional lamps could help.

I do form fitting lightly colored clothing because I find it easiest to see what I need. Biking shorts, sports bras, fitted tanks, yoga pants, etc.

Contrasting solid colored backdrop - in my oldest photos this was a blue sheet hung behind me with thumbtacks. Make sure it contrasts both your skin tone and the clothing so you don't wash out anything.

Timer for your camera - most people will use cell phones which are all pretty good enough these days for ref. I know Android cameras have an option to open you hand and close it to set off the remote timer so check what your phone can do. Worst case set the timer and run back if there's not a remote setting. I did this for YEARS. :')

if you want a 'straight on' look with no foreshortening or perspective then you want the camera probably about 6ft away from you and as vertical as possible. Get fancy with boxes and books to prop it up if you need to.

The lens should be around or just above belly button height to eliminate foreshortening. If you WANT foreshortening just mess with the angle and placement of the lens. If you have a wide angle lens that can do some really cool stuff with low and high perspective.

Don't forget your face. Getting the pose is a nice start but future you will appreciate it if you can get a little into character with your expression too.

Okay I think that's all the very basics and I hope this helps! Obv if you have a friend, sibling, parent, roommate, s/o, whatever around they can help you get any very specific angle the way you need it. I hope you make great refs!!! Happy posing, happy drawing! 🕺🏻📸

[bellzsq]

“5 more minutes”

Y/n wakes Pablo before he has his first training back with his team.

Warnings: none.

Y/ns pov

“Baby, time to wake up.” I said as I opened the curtains to our bedroom.

“Amor… no..” Pablo groaned as he covered his eyes.

“Yes. It’s your first day back.” I pulled the sheets off of him.

“5 more minutes” Pablo pulled the sheets back making me loose my grip.

“You take forever to get ready, plus I’m driving you and I need to go to the market for groceries.” I told him.

“Great so we both really have no where to be in a rush,” he smiles at me sarcastically as he sat up.

“Get dressed.” I rolled my eyes before making my way to our bathroom to brush my teeth.

“I made you breakfast, it’s on the counter and your protein shake is already made so I suggest you hurry up before it gets runny and you don’t drink it.” I said.

He groaned loudly before pulling his body up from our king size bed.

“What’s even for breakfast?” He yawned.

“Pancakes..”

“Junk ones or the protein banana ones?” He put his white plain shirt on.

“What do you think?” I shot him a quick glare before putting my toothbrush in my mouth.

He put his arms up in surrender. “Just making sure,” he smiled before he made his way downstairs.

After I was done brushing my teeth I went into our closet and picked out a simple alo yoga outfit.

It was just a simple black pair of leggings and a navy blue alo sporty bra.

I put random Nike socks on with my black Nike tennis shoes.

I went back to our bathroom and used a little bit of gel and put my black/brown/blonde (whatever color your hair is) hair in a slick back bun.

Pablo came back into our room and changed into a pair of Nike sport black shorts and his black Nike long sleeve with Nike air maxes.

He brushed his teeth as I got my purse and my phone off the charger.

Once we were both ready and downstairs I got the car keys to my white Mercedes and I got in the drivers seat and he was in the passenger.

“Don’t go too slow, you know how much I hate it when you make me late.” Pablo had a bit of attitude.

“What’s your problem?” I looked left then right to see if cars were coming then I turned right.

“The pancakes were burnt on the bottom!” He raised his voice a little.

“Are you serious?! Pablo it’s a pancake. There’s nothing special. And you had a protein shake you will be fine.” I rolled my eyes at his sass.

“Whatever. You just never wanna admit that you messed up,” he opened his phone.

“I do admit. Here! ‘I burnt the bottom of your pancake because I was finishing a text to my mom. Sorry.” I stopped at the red light.

“My phone didn’t even charge last night,” he put his phone on the charger in the middle under the radio.

“Are you excited for your first day back?” I said with a small question in attempt to clear the tension.

“Yeah, pedri said that everyone is really excited to see me and help me recover.” He looked out his window.

“That’s good, they wanna help you through your hard time…” I turned left into camp Nou.

“Okay, have a good time shopping. Don’t forget the chocolate protein powder and bananas.” He grabbed his bag and his phone.

“I never do… have a good training.” I said before he shut his door.

After me and Pablo had arguments, even slight disagreements we never say I love you for a couple hours.

But it’s a normal thing for us. It’s not out of hate or envy. It’s just how we both are.

I watched him get into the training ground building where the boys change before staring training.

I pulled out and seen taia, raphinhas wife was behind me and she did 2 honks to say hi.

I drove to the market 20 minutes away then grabbed my purse and phone and locked the door.

As I strolled through the isles I made sure im everything I was getting was low calorie and had atleast some protein and fiber. If not Pablo would have a fit.

After I was done shopping there I seen a new flower boutique so I dropped off all the groceries in the trunk then went in.

They were all beautiful and my eyes landed on beautiful red roses.

Red was Pablo’s favorite color, plus they represent love so I got them and bought them to the checkout.

The woman checking out the flowers was a beautiful middle eastern woman.

“Today your total will be $92.68. But would you like a costume note?” She asks me.

“Yeah that would be great,” I smiled kindly at her.

“It would be another 10 dollars if you still wanna do it.” She says as she took the small papers out.

“Of yeah go ahead I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, what would you like the note to say?”

“Happy first day back”

“Okay…” she wrote the note in beautiful hand writing and I signed my name at the bottom in sharpie.

I handed her my card and as it was processing I spoke up.

“So is this a new boutique? I feel like I’ve never been in here before..”

“Yeah we just opened this weekend. We haven’t had many customers yet and I feel like the price isn’t helping much. But we need money to pay rent to this place.”

“Yeah I understand. In my perspective this is a very nice place you have.” I said as she handed my card back and the bouquet.

“Thank you very much. Have a great day miss,” she smiled.

I smiled back kindly then left the store back to my car.

It was about time to go get Pablo. He was leaving training early because Xavi didn’t want him being too active his first day back.

Once he got in the car I reached behind his seat and handed him the flowers.

“What’s this…” he held them in his hand observing the flowers.

“Amor.. you didn’t have to..” he read the note getting a little teary eye.

I don’t blame him. It was his first day back being with his people, he was probably overwhelmed.

“I had to.. I’m so proud of you pabs..” I kiss his pink lips softly.

“I love you..” he smiles at me softly with a sparkle in his eye from the tears..

“I love you so so much hermoso..” I rub his cheek softly.

I started driving again.

“How was training? Was it worth the wait?” I ask him.

“It was great. Nothing changed between any of us. It was like the good days..”

“Good I’m happy it’s going well.”

Sorry guys I know that was maybe a bit boring but yeah that’s all I have for today.

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 16] Unexpected Visitor

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Kaya was quick to set you up on a date, and a week later, you’re looking for outfits to put on. As spring takes over, the weather warms up and you have to find something to wear, but none of your clothes are fitting as you reach your sixth month of pregnancy. You walk to Kaya, wearing clothes that no longer fit.

Kaya compares color samples for the nursery, and she’s so focused that she doesn’t notice you walking into the room. She’s spooked when you walk into the room, wearing a crop top that clearly doesn’t fit anymore. She can’t help but laugh, and you end up rolling your eyes, “See, I told you going on a date was a bad idea. I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“What about the cute dress you showed me earlier?” She asks, walking over to the window to look at the colors in the light. “That dress was cute.”

“My boobs were showing too much. They’ve grown a lot, I have to get new bras.” You share, and she turns to look at your breasts. She can see through the shirt that you’ve gone up a cup or two. “I don’t think I can go out tonight. Tell your friend that I won’t make it.”

“No!” She raises her voice at you as you turn to walk out of the room. You try to ignore her as she yells, “Wear the dress! Showing him your boobs will get him to fall in love with you!”

“I’m good!” You yell back as you get back to your room, and you begin to look for another outfit. It’s time for you to buy some maternity clothes, as much as you don’t want to. You’ll hold back on it for a bit, at least until it’s too late for Kaya to set you up on a date. You don’t want to go out with anyone at the moment.

“He’s a really nice guy, don’t make me cancel.” Kaya says, and you’re startled to hear her voice. You didn’t hear her follow. “He’s really looking forward to this. I showed him your picture and he was stunned. You should give him a chance.”

“I would, but I don’t have any clothes.” You respond, trying to make up another sort of excuse so you can get out on having to go on a date. You’re not ready to date, especially since you’re having a baby so soon. A new relationship is the last thing you need. The stress of a new baby is already more than enough. “Plus, I’ve been reading this book to prepare for the baby, which I think is more important than–”

“Yeah, yeah. We both know that you’re not going to be reading that tonight. By eight, you’ll be snoring. And don’t tell me that you don’t because I can hear you.” She answers, and you roll your eyes, looking for your yoga pants and oversized shirt to change into. “I'll cancel then. But it’s going to break his heart.”

“Good. I don’t care about anyone’s heart but the two that beat inside of me.” You answer, and Kaya sighs before she walks out of the bedroom, going back to the empty room to compare the paint samples once again.

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Kaya’s right, by eight you’re knocked out. She almost bursts out laughing when she hears some light snoring coming from your room, but she tries her best to not make any noise to let you sleep. 

She goes to the couch, taking a seat with her laptop so she can look for nursery items that she’ll be needing to buy for her little nephew. At this point, Kaya is probably more excited than you are. When she starts to focus on scrolling, adding to her cart anything that she finds remotely fitting, there’s a knock on the door. She furrows her eyebrows, standing up from the couch as she set her laptop down on the coffee table. She walks to the front door, wondering who it could be at this hour. She isn’t expecting to meet with anyone.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Kaya slightly raises her voice when she sees Satoru. Satoru welcomes himself in, after all, he does pay for the apartment. He then asks Kaya,

“Where is she?” Satoru turns to look at Kaya, not bothering to greet her because she didn’t even bother to greet him.

“She’s on a date…” Kaya is quick to lie, but Satoru can immediately tell that you’re not. 

“She’s sleeping, isn’t she?” 

“She’s six months pregnant, what do you expect?” Kaya responds, a hint of attitude in her voice. “Plus we’ve been busy.”

“Busy with what?” Satoru asks, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. He notices Kaya’s laptop, and he realizes what you two are busy with when he sees nursery items. “Don’t fucking tell me!”

Satoru stands up and rushes to the nursery, turning on the light. There’s a couple of boxes, and he sees in the corner a can of paint. The nursery isn’t finished, but you two were definitely planning to start it. 

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you here?” Kaya asks as she approaches him. “Don’t you think that you and Leiko have done enough? Are you here to invite her out again? To ridicule her?”

“What the hell are you even talking about? Look, right now I’m so fucking mad I could burn this aparment down, don’t even say shit.” Satoru brushes past her and goes back to the living room. “I’m just here to check up on her. Believe it or not I care about her.” 

“Really? You care so much about her that you started to date someone that she despises. While she’s three months away from having your baby, keep in mind.” Kaya argues, and Satoru’s eyes almost widen, now realizing that the date of his baby’s birth is coming closer and closer. “She has three months to set up a nursery, and we’re not waiting around for you to make space to come around. Believe me, we know more than anyone just how needy Leiko can be.”

“You didn’t even try to inform me. Trust me, that would be my priority.” Satoru says, and Kaya puts her index finger on her chin, slightly tilting her head as she pretends to think. 

“We did… Or wait. I don’t think we did. Did you inform her about the fact that you were already in a relationship or that you wouldn’t even try to be with her even though she’s becoming the mother of your child? I’m sorry, I can’t recall.” 

“You know… I’m with Leiko to protect her. It wouldn’t make sense, but I’m doing what’s best for everyone.” Satoru begins, and Kaya’s eyebrows furrow. She doesn’t understand how he’s doing the best for everyone by dating Leiko. He’s probably letting himself believe that to boost his ego.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Kaya shakes her head. “Just get out. You have nothing to do here anyway. She’s sleeping.”

“I’ll leave when I want to. I pay for this place, Kaya.” Satoru reminds her. And while they bicker, they fail to realize that you’ve woken up. You groggily interrupt them,

“Please argue some other time. I’m so tired.” They both look at you. “Why are you even here Satoru? It’s way past decent hours.”

“It’s only eight.” Satoru responds, making you roll your eyes as you walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Just wanted to check up on you and the baby… You’ve been ignoring my messages.”

“I’ve been ignoring the world. You can’t complain when I haven’t even been messaging my mom.” You answer, which lets Satoru feel a little better about the fact that he’s being ignored. “I’m not in the mood to talk, if that’s what you want to do. It’s best if you just leave.”

“Yeah… Okay.” Satoru says before he stands up and begins to walk to the door. Kaya watches, in disbelief at how easy that was. She wasn't able to accomplish it. “I’ll be back tomorrow!”

“Don’t!” Kaya yells at him, and you call out her name, and she looks at you a bit annoyed. “What?”

“Be nicer to him. He’s still going to be in our lives, whether we like it or not.”

“I wish he would die–” She mutters.

“Kaya…”

“Sorry.”

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[animezinglife]

ACOTAR Headcanons - Gym AU Edition

Some just-for-fun and weirdly specific headcanons based on my own very regular observations.

Feyre: Feyre is actually pretty typical in terms of gymgoing, who tends to fall into her own zone once she has her playlist up and running. She usually starts on the treadmill and people watches before fully getting into her own zone and opting for intuitive workouts that feel right for her at the time rather than going for strict programs or plans. She doesn't sweat. She glistens. She keeps her attire pretty practical with classic, neutral leggings and a tank top. Often shows up with Rhys even though they separate to do their own thing. Honestly, everyone kind of just likes Feyre even if they don't really know her.

Elain: The Soft Gym Girl™ aesthetic incarnate and the social butterfly who makes friends with everyone in her group fitness classes. Is adored by all the older ladies who work out there and knows them all on a first-name basis, and they bond over gardening. Always has her yoga mat and shows up in paler colors and can fearlessly rock a white 'fit, often with a light wrap sweater or cardigan over her workout clothes. She somehow still always looks put-together and perfect after a workout, a low ponytail with curls/waves still intact and hint of color on her cheeks that makes it look more like she's blushing and less like she's just worked out for an hour. Don't underestimate her, though: she can hold her own in any group fitness class and loves the way they leave her feeling.

Nesta: Don't Talk to Me™. Grandmaster of the RBF, who pulls her hair back tightly in a neat, low bun or severe braid so that no strands stray from their place. She will glare at anyone who tries to speak to her/distract her and will usually completely ignore anyone who makes that attempt without even taking off her headphones. Also looks crazy hot despite it all and opts for sleek, plainer, dark outfits (usually matching sets) in cuts that show off her lean, strong form. Only shows up when she feels like it but somehow doesn't lose strength or stamina.

Amren: The Small But Mighty™, who like Nesta falls a little more into the RBF category but also gains a lot of attention by the absolutely stupid amount of weight she moves for her small stature. She's also the one you never quite know what you'll see doing: she might be deadlifting the weight of two Cassians, or she might be pulling some calisthenics in the corner. Nobody knows much about her. Nobody asks. Has been witnessed talking to Nesta; so far the only time the regulars have seen the former smile.

Mor: Bold Gear Girl. She has no fear when it comes to her wardrobe and will wear anything from unforgiving red leggings, to a bodysuit, to a one-strap sports bra. She knows she looks good and isn't afraid to flaunt what she's got, but she also gets in her zone and can keep up with the best of them in just about any type of exercise. She likes taking classes with others and absolutely kills it in Zumba, but she'll just as easily kill it in kickboxing. Also much stronger than her feminine, curvy frame gives away. When that belt goes on (and it's definitely pink), it's game time.

Rhys: Despite being called "out of shape" by Cassian and Azriel, Rhys is anything but. Like Feyre, he tends to not stand out too much aside from his looks and presence, but definitely still gets noticed for his beauty and sensuality by all the women (and a few men). Definitely dressed head-to-toe in name brand gear that fits his body beautifully to the point of being sinful. The Pretty One™ that's caused at least one gym girlie to walk into a wall or trip over something while trying to watch him. Often shows up with Feyre even though they separate to do their own thing. Has big Married Man and Loyal energy. Wears his wedding ring through every single workout. Silently judges really bad gym 'fits with Feyre. The old ladies who work out there are convinced he's the guy from their sexy billionaire romance novels and they absolutely talk fantasies about him over lunch afterwards.

Cassian: The Fit Pro™. The Trainer, unofficial or otherwise who has the training and education to know exactly how to train his body and others' to maximize both efficiency and benefits. This man is Strong™. He's also built a social media following and has accidentally become something like an influencer because of his funny, easygoing personality and wicked smile. May or may not be hypped up on pre-workout. He will program the perfect workout to meet his friends' goals but is also excellent at improvising. Always willing to train his friends. Unironically and completely intentionally wearing The Sweatpants™. The only man brave enough to ask Nesta how many reps she has left or crazy enough to do so while grinning. Will not do yoga or Zumba. Is convinced both would cause him irreparable injury. Surprisingly agile and quick with rock climbing despite his size. Cannot be left unsupervised for too long. Is universally loved by all of the old ladies and hugs them. The old men really like him too and like to share "back in my day" stories when they used to lift a lot more weight, too. Got kicked out of Planet Fitness.

Azriel: The Strong and Silent Walking Sin™, who always has his headphones on, is always wearing all black, and considers muscle-up ring dips a normal part of his warm-up. This man shows up in layers of black gym gear and is peak V-shape aesthetic, with the kind of shoulder-waist ratio that makes other guys simultaneously jealous and question their sexuality. Nobody knows much of anything about him, but he never misses a workout and he's too many people's gym crush. When that hoodie/pump cover comes off, it's all over. Hits the mat with MMA guys or Cassian on occasion and forces a submission with the former fast. He always knows more about you than you know about him and has probably somehow overheard every conversation you never wanted him to.

Lucien: Simultaneously the Endurance Guy™ and the Social Butterfly™ with a well-rounded, smart training plan. Sure, he's not as big as Cassian or as intense as Azriel, but he's also no slouch when it comes to strength training and is regularly underestimated in it despite his strong, fit body. King of bodyweight exercises with crazy stamina. He's the guy who will overlap you ten times over on the track without breaking a sweat while you're dying. He isn't as quickly noticed when he walks in, but the ones who notice him do so thoroughly. Aesthetics are his middle name. Will kick your ass in a Spartan--only Azriel and Cassian can really compete with him there. Lucien's top of the line in terms of speed and overall agility. Knows everybody's business, but keeps it to himself. Will tease you a little, but will also help you out if you have a question. Likes to wrap things up by lounging by the pool during the warm seasons. Seems like he's spent a lot of time outdoors. Can also handle the rock wall and bouldering like a pro. The old ladies absolutely adore him and keep trying to set him up with their granddaughters.

Tamlin: Pretty, But Distant. Tamlin keeps to himself and focuses mostly on strength training through weightlifting. He's strong as hell but isn't necessarily pushing himself too hard for a new PR. Never asks for a spotter and takes a few seconds too many switching through songs on his playlist. He does genuinely look good, but currently isn't putting off the vibe of someone you could get close to. Not quite getting those revenge reps from his messy breakup in yet, but he's getting there. Raises an eyebrow and stares at grunters with a look of mild annoyance, then ends up moving far more weight with ease and in silence. Unclear if this is out of pettiness or not (but it's low-key funny af).

Ianthe: The Influencer™ with a full face of makeup, a one-strapped sports bra, and the up-the-ass bike shorts trying to get the perfect selfie. Is sitting on the equipment far too long and is starting to annoy people. Spends more time finding the perfect lighting, walking around the gym trying to pick up men, and somehow always being at the front of the weight room doing hip thrusts or bent-over rows with 2 lb. dumbbells. Makes eye contact on the hip abductor.

Jurian: Slightly loud and a little competitive, but also can usually back up his talk and what he's able to accomplish. This guy occasionally disappears at random, but is overall consistent and somehow knows everybody's business (and will bring it up). Probably the one grunting at the same amount of weight Amren's deadlifting.

Tarquin: The Fish™. This man is in the pool at 5:00 a.m. every day and swims a number of laps so smoothly and quickly that Ryan Lochte is nearly able to construct a coherent sentence. When he's not in the pool, he's quietly drifting around the weight room and resistance machines. King of the lat pull-downs. He's pretty sensible overall and doesn't stand out too much outside of the pool even though he looks amazing. Also a popular choice among the old lady crowd. Had to kick Cassian out of Planet Fitness.

Varian: Amren's shadow and designated spotter even though she doesn't need one. Nobody's entirely sure what he does. He kind of just hangs out.

Helion: Gym Daddy™. Helion brings as much knowledge to the floor as he brings swagger. It's hard not to notice him and he's strong af, but somehow makes everything he does look easy and like he's not even trying. Has definitely messed with Cassian at one point or another by "easily" moving a close-to-max weight while carrying on a conversation. Somehow makes everything look slightly sexual even if unintentionally. Keeps thorough records of his training sessions and almost always has a small notebook or notepad with him to do so.

Thesan: The Machines Guy. Thesan likes a workout where he can focus and get into his own zone, and he likes to do so a bit more quietly and on his own time. He's not competitive. He's just here for his health, but is polite if approached. He's fit but isn't the heavy lifter or endurance guy that some of the others are. Pretty generally well-liked; isn't sure how to answer the sweet old ladies' comments about them "having a granddaughter!" for him but is polite about it anyway.

Sorry, I don't know Eris, Emerie, Vassa, etc. enough yet to include them, so feel free to add on!

[toxicanonymity]

BuzzFeed Quiz: Which joelkémon are you most compatible with?

🚨 OMG @missannwinchester made a BuzzFeed quiz in collaboration with @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog to find out which of my Joels you're most compatible with and it's amazing and beautiful 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 blog FAQ. Text version below the cut.

I got Night Walks, hell yeah 💚. but I'm gonna take it more times bc as usual I had some indecision and it has six Joels, five of whom I want 😅😅 The six results:

Night walks

Raider Joel

Left in Lincoln

Stepdad

Thighs Out

Vampire

Text descriptions of options:

(reading the blocks left to right). If you want to send your answers I can take the quiz for you.

Color: red, white, green, Black, yellow, or blue

Perfect date: movie, a meal at a restaurant by the ocean, opera/theater, cozy night in with fireplace, a jetski, a picnic

Your Perfect weather: sunny no clouds, cloudy, thunderstorm, rainy, sunny with some light clouds, one backlit cloud in a very blue sky

Holiday destination: a camper in the desert, a palm tree in the ocean, a woodsy cottage, Paris (Eiffel tower), a pool at night, a castle

Favorite food: Pizza, casserole, soup, Steak, tacos, poultry

Place to live: rocky coast, very modern house with big windows, a modern house more warmly lit with big windows and a tree, a white house with a dark roof taking up much of the pic,  white house with red door and shutters, a rustic looking cabin by a lake and mountains but no woods 

Outfit: closeup of a blue bikini or bra, long white floral dress in a field, red floral minidress, jeans and a sweater, bikini with a surfboard, yoga pants and sports bra

What you look for in a partner: loyalty, openness, independence, sensitivity, composure, looks

Lyrics: a. "I think you're sweet like rock candy warm like beaches that leave me sandy why do you leave me with watercolor eyes" b. "You're a careless con and a reckless liar but baby nobody can compare to the way you get down, down, down" c. "I'm smokin while I'm running on my treadmill, but I'm cutting up rkses. Could it be I fell for another loser" d. "It took 13 beaches to find one empty but finally it's mine. with dripping peaches I'm camera ready almost all the time." e. "She wore blue velvet bluer than velvet was the night softer than satin was the light from the stars. F. "But if you send for me you know I'll come and if you call for me you know I'll run to you I'll run to you I'll run run run."

Drink: beer, piña colada, champagne, whiskey, tequila shot, red wine. 

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Lookbook 4: Pink Sorority Girl 📚👠💕

Genetics: Skin Tone | Skin Overlay | Freckles | Face Shadow | Head Preset | Eyebrows | Eye Preset | Eye Color | Nose Preset | Lip Preset

Makeup: Eyeshadow | Eyeliner | Lashes | Blush | Lipstick | Highlighter (Base Game) | Nails

Everyday: Hair | Top & Skirt | Stockings (Base Game) | Shoes | Earrings (Base Game) | Bracelet

Formal: Hair & Hair Acc | Dress | Shoes | Earrings | Bracelet (Get to Work EP)

Athletic: Hair | Sports Bra, Yoga Pants, & Fanny Pack | Sneakers | Earrings (Base Game) | Bracelet (Base Game)

Sleep: Hair | Pajamas | Slippers

Party: Hair | Dress | Heels

Swimwear: Hair | Bikini | Earrings (Base Game)

Hot Weather: Hair | Top | Shorts | Heels | Earrings (Base Game) | Anklet

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[cottonundiestf]

Transformation Charm Game: justanotherdrone

The Temple Doors open and @justanotherdrone enters the domain of the Fates and the Charm Game begins! The Fates stir and magic fills the air…

[Style: Country Girl]

…and your clothes start to dissolve, reshaping themselves on your body. Your yoga pants and sneakers form together into some cute boots and your skater skirt creeps up, reforming into a worn-out pair of cut-off denim shorts that don't fully cover your ass.

Your top shrinks, the fabric creeping up to expose your belly until the buttondown is tied to snugly cradle your modest breasts.

You reach up over your head to feel the brim of a cowgirl hat and notice your arms have developed a nice tan befitting a girl who spends her time out in the country. The color covers everything but some clear tan lines left from a bikini you wore out by the lake.

This wasn't your style, you know, but at the same time, this IS your style. Now it always has been; deep down, you're always gonna be a country girl, from your clothes to your southern accent.

I blushed when I seen my clothes change, running over to a puddle of water to look at my skin. Seeing it darken, tanning, like the popular girls that I went to school with. The only pale skin on my chest, the tan lines, drawing attention to them, only moreso with my top. I reached up to them to try and undo the knot, to take the top off. I…I still had a bra on under this, didn't I? I…I didn't remember wearing one. All those days workin in the field, it was hard t'breathe, no real point n having one…

The magic makes the room feel like campfires and honeysuckles as energy swirls once more...

[Style: Forever Heels]

…this time focusing on one specific aspect of your wardrobe: your shoes. Boots compliment your new look nicely, but they're still too modest. Your perspective shifts as the heel of your shoes extends, lifting you five inches off the ground!

It isn't just your shoes, though; you feel the tingle in the arch of your foot. Intrinsically, you know; your feet are molded to the arch of a good high heel.

Retroactively and going forward, you feel increasing discomfort when flat-footed. Your natural standing position matches that of at least a four-inch heel. Even barefoot, you'll forever be walking on your tiptoes now.

But permaheels aren't ALL bad; they make your ass look great, after all. In fact, your butt gets a perky little boost so it can be properly shown off hanging out of those tiny shorts.

I felt my calves flex, as the heels grew. I'd also be lyin if I didn't reach round and grab a feel for myself, giving my rear a gentle squeeze. Hopefully I wouldn't trip but…so far there wasn't any downsides!!

The magic is glad to see you so curious, flaring back to life and following your lead…

[Thicc Thighs]

…seeping into your backside. You can feel the warmth radiating through your ass and thighs, like a cake being baked. And just like cake, as the heat grows, your thighs and backside start expanding outward, becoming dense and squishy with layer after layer of new flesh.

When you take a step, you feel the jiggle. Your thighs rub together as you walk, and the perky apple-shaped butt those heels gave you is now a full serving of wobblemeat. Given your love of tiny shorts and skimpy skirts, the lower half of your ass will probably be on permanent display going forward.

I reached back with both hands, squeezing and shaking it. It's be so much fun twerkin on a guy, maybe even getting him to fall in love. Sex would be wild. I could have a handsome husband to run the ranch with me. Course, I wouldn't stay in the house, I'd be pullin my own weight with the chores!

It's nice of this good old fashioned country girl to aspire to a nice domestic ranch life. But the magic swirls…

[Sexuality: Promiscuous Girl]

…and has other plans. This time it settles right between your legs, lighting a little fire in your core that grows quickly, building the heat in your body and spreading to your mind.

You're horny. Not just now, but always. Your cunt probably makes more decisions than you do, leading you to flirt, tease, and seduce anyone that strikes your fancy. Your motivation almost always boils down to getting someone to fill your needy holes.

This unfortunately overrides your ability to restrain yourself, which isn't great news for relationships. You can feel yourself remembering now; you try having relationships and finding that cowboy or girl to settle down with. But you just can't keep from fucking his friends, his cousins, or strangers from the honky-tonk.

You can't help that you put the ho in hoedown?

It just…always feels good!! And with my assets I can have anyone I want, boys, girls, daddy's helpers on the ranch. One day, my helpers. I'd pay em, but the best workers would get a special bonus at the end a the week for bein such a good boy…

Who could blame you, right? The magic was almost spent for the day, but there was enough left to rest like a mote on your tongue…

[Syllable Limit; 1]

robbing it of linguistic complexity. Oh, sorrt, that might sound complicated after the dice of fate roll

and your brain suffers a bit of a drain! Your mental word bank, accrued over decades, loses anything longer than a single syllable. If you try speaking a longer word, your tongue will trip over it, and if a sentence has too many words longer than one syllable, your ability to understand it will dwindle, leaving you with a dumb, confused expression.

It's safe to say you dropped out of high school. You gave up on studying, content for a simple farm girl life on the ranch, slutting it up at country bars ever night. But isn't this so much better than being smart and dealing with a service job, all without a certified country-fed dumptruck ass?

The magical voice of the Fates whispers in your ear, "How do you feel about your new life, cowgirl?"

I shud…shud…shiv…my new hot bod felt like fuzz, and I gave a nod to the weird n fun voice in my head. This felt ama…cool!! Hard to think but like, I can fuck men and wom…and girls, they can talk and think for me!!

Exactly! You have a wonderful life lined up for you now where you don't need complicated words.

Go forth, make do like a country girl, and enjoy riding cowgirl!

(But maybe be careful not to smother whoever you're riding in all that ass...)

End.

Shoutout to justanotherdrone for taking part in her own transformation and giving me the go-ahead to include her replies!

As always, I do these VERY occasionally in my Discord Server if you want to get a live sneak peek. (Fair warning, I'm still pretty behind on my wait list and have been known to go months between games.)

[yogadaily]

(Feeling Neutral? Alo Yoga Airlift Line Up Bra in New Color Gravel $78  || Curated with love by yogadaily) 

[valhallaas]

Sun Across The Sky

pairing: jake hangman seresin x icarus!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: you flew too closely to the sun, but Jake Seresin would die before he’d let you fall.

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) p in v, cream pie, near death experience, mild angst

a/n: soft jake. i love soft jake. we all deserve soft jake for just a moment.

It starts at dawn. The slow-flowing creek, the wildflowers slowly overgrown on the bank, the canopy of vibrantly colored leaves swaying softly in the warm late-summer air, blending beautifully into the warmth of the orange sherbet skyline. Deep inhale, slow exhale. Your arms swing out and above your head, fingers dancing in the wind, reaching for the last of the stars before they disappear with the sunlight. The sound of running footfalls echo through the quiet as you bend forward, palms touching the blue yoga mat beneath you.

“You’re up early.”

Turning, one arm lifts up, placing you into the triangle pose. Jake stares down at you, backwards ballcap on his head, hands on his hips, and bare chest slightly heaving. The rising sun paints him in the warmest hues of oranges, yellows, and reds. Making his lightly tanned skin glow incandescently. His eyes crinkle with his smile — one that could rival the sun — sweat rolls down his body.

You raise your eyebrows at his statement. “I always wake with the sun.”

He says it like he doesn’t know that. You watch his grin widen, follow his movements until he's planting a kiss to your forehead before heading back to the house. Standing upright on your feet, you inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. Moments pass but you still feel the heat, the lingering burn from his skin on yours. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew. Glancing up, the clouds are cast with a golden hue, begging you to get lost in them. The warmth of the sun coats you, wanting you closer. A small smile tugs at your lips. The sky is calling you.

Jake’s stepping out of the shower when you finally make your way inside. Setting the yoga mat by the full length mirror, you watch him get ready. He’s built like he was carved from marble — shaped intentionally, painstakingly, wondrously — each hard-line and defined muscle. A god in his own right. But it isn’t his build or golden skin and blonde hair that inevitably pulls everyone's attention to him whenever he walks into a room — it’s his energy. His aura.

He’s like a beacon, a lighthouse, illuminating the entire room in the kind of magnetic energy that pulls your attention, just by being in it. When his eyes flick over to meet yours in the reflection, his brows raise, and you can’t help the flirtatious wink that causes him to shake his head with a light chuckle.

You turn to face him when he walks over to you. Warm hands grip tightly onto your hips before trailing up your sides, goosebumps breaking out across your bare skin. It’s not often he touches you like this. Normally it’s a hand on your lower back, a kiss to your forehead, lingering looks from across the room. You’re a secret hidden underneath the bed sheets, confined to the four walls of your bedroom. Nobody knows — nobody needs to know. More than anything you’re best friends. Never one without the other. You, Icarus, and he, Apollo. Your head in the clouds and the sun follows him wherever he goes.

Your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hanging around his neck. You thumb at the dogtags, the imprint of his name against your skin. It’s the golden pendant that has your attention. A sun engraved into metal. His lips crash into your own when he pulls you by your own dogtags, a matching pendant hanging between them.

His tongue drags across your fluttering pulse, and when he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, your fingers splayed open on his broad shoulders, digging into the taut muscle that flexes as he draws you closer. Calloused hands pull at your sports bra, the cool morning air drawing your nipples taunt.

His hands slide down your back, holding you close as he leans forward and lays you down on the sea of blankets. You’ve been together too long for you to be embarrassed by the whimper of a moan that escapes you when his teeth tug harder on your nipple before laving the ache with his tongue while his hand palms your other breast, playing mercilessly with the nipple until your back is arching off the mattress, eyes rolling back.

His hand falls away from your breast, and you nearly squeak in indignation until the feel of his calloused fingers slides between your thighs. Fingers dig into the stretchy material of your shorts, your own hands trailing down to free your body of the material. Jake groans, watching you.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“Never do.”

You’ve never given it much thought, but if you had to imagine heaven, this would be it. A sunlit morning, tangled sheets, gentle words, rough hands. An endless loop of intimate moments, of vulnerable confessions, of whispered promises, of sex so intense your mind fractures and pieces itself back together. Your souls touch, they echo across countless lifetimes.

Jake’s thumb teases your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that make your legs spasm every time the callous on the side of his thumb grazes the bud of nerves, lighting up every nerve ending in your body like a firework show.

You attempt to tug him closer, to shift your hips forward, to add more pressure, to silently ask him to go faster. God, please go faster. But he doesn't oblige. Rather, he pulls your hands off his body and locks them into an inescapable hold above your head, pinned against the pillows — a silent demand to not rush him, to let him take his time. A silent promise to make it worth your while.

When his thumb finds your clit again it's an even softer touch — a whisper rather than steady contact. And somehow, somehow that barely there touch, that torturously reserved brush of his thumb has your eyes flying wide and your back arching off the bed so intensely your breath lodges in your throat.

You tug, trying to get your wrists free, the demand to pull him closer nearly short-circuiting your brain, but his hold on them doesn't budge.

"Mmm, how do you want to come, honey?" He hums against your skin, biting down on the hickey he's leaving on the swell of your breast before moving his attention to the other one. His thumb keeps a teasing pace on your clit, giving you more pressure and easing off just when the pressure in your lower belly begins to build.

Up, up, up and then gone.

So close, so so close, and then poof.

Gone.

His tongue drags across your nipple before he pulls back and blows a cool breath of air across the glistening nerves, sending a rush of goosebumps across your entire body.

His thumb adds a little more pressure, a little more friction, and you’re sure you might cry. You might actually cry. It feels so good.

Your entire body is tense, nearly about to hit that peak when he pulls his thumb away again.

Your head slams back against the bed, frustration flooding your veins. Your orgasm is trying to break free, to claw its way out of you. Like water receding from the shore before a tsunami, the air in your lungs is gone, the control over your shaking legs, your shaking arms, your shaking hands — towed away from you.

He sucks on your nipple hard enough to fling white dots over your vision like confetti, and even now, you can feel the haughty smile tugging at his lips as he pulls back to watch you writhe under him because he knows, he knows you're too far gone to answer him.

"Like this?" he slides a finger into you and you nearly shatter. Nearly, nearly, nearly. Please.

You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't respond. You shake your head and tug your wrists feebly. You want him. You want him.

He adds another finger and you moan so loud it echoes back to you.

He curses, pulls his fingers away, and as you nearly break into hysterics at the loss of contact, at the loss of the climax that was so close you could nearly taste the endorphins on your tongue, he releases your wrists and wraps your legs around his hips.

"No. No sweet girl, you're going to come with my cock buried deep in your pretty pussy." His words are a promise against your ear and finally, finally he thrusts into you as he murmurs against your lips. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come on my cock."

It's instantaneous. The tsunami hits with the first thrust of his hips and your throat burns with the scream that rips through your room. It's nearly a sob — a sob of relief, a sob of ecstasy, a sob of pure pleasure.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, lighting up with the kind of mind numbing sensation that pulls you down so deep you can't process anything other than the feel of the waves. Like you’re just under the surface of the ocean, being pulled along with each rise and crash of the tide.

And then you blink and see the brilliant sunlight coaxing you back toward the surface, back to the air, back to reality. And it's only when you break the surface and your lungs unfreeze, helplessly tasting your first breath of air since they froze in your chest, that you realize the sun has been shrouded by a passing storm cloud, and the light, that brilliant light that brought you back is still here, radiating from the man on top of you. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hips reaching a crescendo that sends another aftershock of pleasure flooding up your spine and he buries himself deep inside of you and stills, the heat of his climax pulsing inside of you, sliding down your thighs.

The room is silent other than your heavy breathing. Your fingers card through his hair, his lips grazing your collarbones. It’s only when your breathing steadies and your body completely relaxes that Jake scoops you up and heads into the shower.

“Ask the sunflower who she used to be, she will tell you she was the mortal who fell in love with me.” He hums.

Your head rests lazily on his shoulder, the warm spray hitting your back. This was the perks of waking with the sun. There’s no rush. Rough fingers trail up and down your spine. He didn’t need to get in the shower again, but he knows it’s a comfort.

“I think if I gave you my heart you’d treat it tenderly.” You whisper into his skin.

“Icarus,”

Meeting his gaze, your breath catches. Jake’s looking at you with such devotion, total adoration. There is no questioning how he feels for you. You know without a second thought that he’d go to the end of the world for you. Smiling softly, you push up on your toes, lips meshing softly with his.

It’s a Sunny afternoon. Not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for flying. You and the rest of the dagger squad are sitting around the empty classroom. It’s a Friday, the last day of the month, and something in your veins sings. Turning to look when you hear approaching footsteps, your eyebrows raise at the devious look written all over Maverick’s face.

“Who’s up for a dogfight?”

You turn to meet your wingman’s excited gaze. In the end it’s always you and Coyote up against Rooster and Hangman. Nine times out of ten, you come out on top. Maverick is barking out instructions as you make your way to Javy. But you pause, brows furrowing when Mav repeats his words. Teams are being split up. Suddenly you’re looking into familiar sea glass eyes. A crooked grin taking up his face.

“Looks like I’m your wingman, Icarus.”

There’s no hiding your smile. When was the last time you had flown with Jake? When you were both stationed in Lemoore. God, that was right after you graduated Top Gun.

“You ready to win for once?”

“Ouch,” Rooster says appearing next to you. “That hurt.”

You snort, turning to Javy, his hand already out for your secret handshake. “See you up there.”

“See you up there.” You turn to Rooster with a grin. “Fights on.”

Maverick always makes the four of you go last. It’s a training exercise, it’s not supposed to be fun. When you love doing what you’re doing, and love the people you’re doing it with, how could it not be fun? You’re all so competitive too, so it makes it easier.

Up in the air, head in the clouds surrounded by golden sunlight, Jake’s voice in your ear — you’re right where you’re meant to be. A dynamite duo, the both of you falling into place like you’ve never been separated. Coyote gets marked first, and you can’t help your wince. Better him than you. Rooster’s pulling out all the stops, but he’s flying like he’s forgotten who his wingman is, and who’s team he’s on.

“That’s a kill.”

You giggle at the smirk in Jake’s voice. Can only picture the annoyance that decorates Rooster’s brow. Why Jake got under his skin so much, you didn’t know. They’ve gotten better, but it's still funny from time to time. You look over when Jake appears next to you, he nods, motioning for you to head back to base.

It’s a bird strike.

There are too many voices raging in your head, trying to be heard over the excessive blaring of alarms. It’s not your first time, the left engine is out. It’s fine. You know what to do. Jake’s voice echoes in your ears when you go to start the right engine. It’s on fire.

You’re burning in the sky. It’s fine. You’re cool, calm and collected. Until you eject and your parachute isn’t working. It’s not fucking opening. You tug and tug only to get the same result. If you make it out alive, you’ll never be able to fly again. It’s the first time you’ve ever taken your callsign to heart. Icarus. Would Apollo really let you fall? Catch fire by the very sun that he pulls across the sky? Would he stand by and watch as the wax melted from your wings?

You remember the poem your mother used to read to you. About how Icarus laughed as he fell. The sun painted everything in shades of gold. He was the center of the fire. Triumphant in his fall, even though he should be soaring. Death breathed burning kisses, blazing trails down your back. Your screams go lost in the wind. Pulling and pulling you could not bring yourself to laugh. Your Apollo would never let this happen to you. Images of Jake and the life you have, the future you want flash before your eyes. Your eyes meet the sun, and you feel its warmth. You know what it was like to fly, and now you know what it was like to fall.

One more time, one more tug. Your breaths are short, eyes glued to the ground that is coming up fast. One more tug. With all the strength you have, you pull, and by some miracle, the parachute opens.

Tilting your head back, eyes on the sun, you can’t help but laugh.

You can tell you’re in a hospital by the starile air. Your body aches, but at least you know you’re alive. You can hear the heart monitor, the steady beeping. But the sound of your name catches your attention. Jake’s sitting beside the bed, your hand wrapped up in both of his, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

“— take her away from me. I wouldn’t survive.”

This is something you shouldn’t be listening in on. Jake talking to a higher power, about you of all things. You flex your fingers wrapped up with his, letting him know you’re awake.

“Fuck, honey,” he says as your eyes open. “You scared me.”

“Scared you? I lived up to my callsign, Seresin.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

You cocked your head, brows furrowing. “Wait so long for what?”

“I watched you fall, Icarus. Why did you wait so long to pull the shute?”

“I-I didn’t. The parachute malfunctioned, Jake. I can’t tell you how many times I pulled on it before it finally gave.”

Jake shakes his head, grip tightening on you. “Are you telling me I could’ve lost you?”

You smile, pulling your hand free to trail your fingers along his chain, thumbing over the rising sun. “I don’t think he would’ve let me fall.”

“Who?”

“Apollo.” You say, meeting his eyes. “He let his own Icarus fall, I don’t think he could do it a second time. I think he knew how much I needed my Apollo.”

He doesn’t say anything, eyes closing when your hand cups his cheek, five o’clock shadow rough against your palm. Your heart breaks when a tear falls from his eye. Pulling him to you, your lips clash with his, clumsily reminding him that you’re right here.

“I love you, you can’t leave me.”

As if. You couldn’t leave him if you tried. Drawn to him always. He’s the reason you're alive, you’re sure of it. So you smile, leaning in to kiss him once more.

“I love you too.”

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Crossroads- Chapter 7

banner by shesaidpoptarts

!Warning: Sexual Content! Thick Carolina heat snuck under the doors and the windows overnight, greeting me in the morning with a sheen of sweat coating my skin. my arms and legs clinging to the bedsheets.

The temperature always spiked in June, sparking a chain reaction of short shorts and chopped hair. Its timing however had always been unpredictable The heat of the south was known for its sneaky nature, catching far too many off guard. Sometimes in life, there are some things you're never ready for, no matter how prepared you think you are.

I knew that better than anyone.

The weekend passed both quickly and painfully slow. Between stewing over my conversation with Ryan, a lack of conversation with Harry and too much conversation with Mom, my desire to be alone only returned. People had become to complicated and my feelings too fragile.

While it was easy for my to avoid Ryan and Mom for a while, I didn't have those privileges when it came to Harry. Tuesday had arrived too soon and he would be home again ready to give me the cold shoulder or worse, start a new fight between us. Harry's homecoming and the sweltering heat made the day seem dreadful before it had even started.

I slammed my hand against the alarm clock a total of five times. I had no food runs and as tempting as staying in bed seemed, I knew I'd have nothing to do but sit around and wait for Harry. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, the sight of a pair of yoga pants draped over the hamper instantly reminded me of my neglect for pilates. I'd promised myself I wouldn't let pregnancy stop me from my normal fitness routine and it was the perfect motivation for getting out of bed.

The baby and I could both use some exercise.

"River!"

The high-pitched southern drawl that usually annoyed me was surprisingly pleasant to hear.

After the kindness she'd shown during my fit of morning sickness, I'd completely misjudged Hannah. Maybe she was the type of person I needed in my support group right now: positive genuine and nonjudgemental. A steady ally in the mixed circle of attitudes toward the new change in my life.

I grin kicking off my sandals and placing my bag in one of the cubbies along the wall.

"I thought you'd quit." Hannah smiles brightly, stretching on the balls of her feet.

"I just needed some extra time to figure things out." I place my mat on the floor next to hers. "I really have to thank you for your talk the last time. You were right."

"No problem." she grins. "So how far along are you? I can already see a bit of a bump."

I glance at my tiny bump that's more visible than usual under the spandex of my tank top. Any other time I'd just throw on one of my sports bras and go but as the bump grew, the more I felt modestly was necessary. I didn't feel completely comfortable exposing my bare bump to random strangers. It felt far too intimate.

"Sixteen going on seventeen weeks," I answer, my eyes widening in the realization that I'm nearly four months pregnant.

" Aww," she squeals. "a few more weeks and you'll get to know what color to paint the nursery. By the way you're carrying, I reckon you're having a boy."

I chew at the corner of my lip, eyebrows furrowing slightly. I'd never thought about what the gender of the baby could be. I had no preference, a baby was a baby to me.

"Why do you say that? "

Hannah grins.

"Have you looked in the mirror, River? You're gorgeous. Not like you've ever not been gorgeous to me but pregnancy has faired you well. Your skin is flawless and your hair looks like it belongs in a Pantene commercial. I would have killed to look like you when I was pregnant with Bristol. A little girl will turn you from hot to not in a second."

I couldn't really disagree that pregnancy had a few perks. I was certainly enjoying the volume and shine of my hair these days. After all my suffering so far I deserved some sort of compensation.

I chuckle.

"I'm sure you looked great, Hannah. Those are just myths. There's no way you can predict what gender the baby is by the way a mother looks. Every woman is different." I reply, tugging at the hair tie of my tight ponytail.

Her grin only widens, a mischievous twinkle in her big brown eyes.

"If you're having a girl, I'll be so jealous."

For the rest of the workout I find myself in a daze thinking about the baby boy or girl I'll get to call my own in a few months.

By the time class ended I was starving and sweating and not looking forward to going back to an empty home. While most of the class had cleared out, Hannah and I were amongst the few that still lingered. The idea struck me as I stuffed my mat into my bag.

"Are you doing anything after this?" I ask slowly.

It felt weird asking Hannah to hang out with me when I'd politely avoided her for almost a year.

She grins, patting her damp face with one of the soft, white gym towels.

"I don't have to pick up Bristol from nursery until one. It's scorching but it's a nice day to grab some brunch," she replies.

I grin.

"I know a really great spot."

"She's precious," I cooed as I swiped through Hannah's photo roll that was completely full of pictures of her little girl.

Bristol had inherited her mother's big brown eyes and obvious optimism, never failing to flash her set of tiny white teeth in every picture. It made me wonder who the little bean in my stomach would take after. Would they be Harry's twin or my own little mini-me? Maybe they'd be a nice balance between the two of us. The idea that both of our genes had meshed together to create a new human being was still so unfathomable.

"She's my world," she replies with a bright smile as she cuts into a piece of her quiche. "It was hell getting her here- twenty hours of labor, all natural, no epidural- but it was worth it."

My ears perked at the mention of labor as I popped a piece of mango in my mouth.

"Twenty hours?"

Regardless of how hot it was outside, goosebumps had managed to rise on my arms at the thought of how long and painful the process was and I have to take a deep breath.

Hannah nods, a small smile on her lips as she reaches for her glass of ice tea.

"It was torture but I was prepared. Lamaze really helped."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What's Lamaze?"

Her brown eyes widen in surprise.

"It's only the most popular childbirth option. I would have died if I didn't go to those classes. You are planning on attending some classes, right?"

I swallowed a piece of chicken, the familiar guilt washing over me. Everyone around me seemed more prepared for my pregnancy than I was.

"Not really, no. " I admit slowly. "My husband and I haven't really talked anything through yet. He's super busy."

Part of me loved the privacy in which I treated my marriage when speaking with others but another part of me wished there was someone I could confide in.

Hannah flashes a sympathetic smile.

"I can help you look at some options. I can even go to class with you if your hubby can't make it."

Maybe I'd revealed too much. I'd always been the independent type, the girl that had it all together. Other people didn't help me, I helped them.

"I really don't want to be any trouble, Hannah. You've got your own little girl and-"

"Nonsense." she interrupts. "I'd be happy to help. I'll think of it as a refresher course. There's no telling if and when I'll be pregnant again."

I bite the corner of my lip to hide my grin.

Sometimes the journey is a little bit easier when you take it with someone who's walked the path before.

The heat had managed to rush me off to bed early that night. The fans were set on high and the duvet had been snatched off the bed but the heat had still managed to annoy me. To most I was probably over exaggerating but being fairly pregnant with raging hormones made temperatures feel different to me. The further the summer progressed, the hotter it would get and I'd be more miserable than ever trying to brave the heat with my bump.

When I'd finally had enough of tossing and turning I stripped out of my pajamas and into a thin silk robe that felt cool enough for sleeping. I'd hardly realized I'd dozed off when the sound of the doorknob turning shook me awake.

"Riv," That deep voice I wasn't sure I wanted to hear feels the room.

It's impossible to make out his whereabouts until he flicks on a lamp near the bed.

"Harry?" I croak, blinking my eyes to adjust to the new lighting in the bedroom.

I notice his luggage sitting by the door and the small grin on his lips as he hovers above me. I reach out to touch his face, my hand brushing against his new stubble. I was completely unprepared for his arrival, failing to pull out the stops with dinner like I usually did. It had all slipped my mind. Pregnancy makes you forget things so I'm told.

"Hi, darling. I made it back."

The mattress dips with his weight and I sit up, slowly crawling onto his lap pulling him into a kiss. His lips are warm and inviting like he's never been mad at all. It's moments like these when I'm reminded just how amazing kissing him feels. He wraps his arms around me, placing light kisses along my neck.

"I missed you so much," he whispers against my skin, causing my eyes to snap open in surprise.

His behavior the whole time he was away said otherwise.

"Yeah?" I hum.

"Umhmm," his hands travel down to my abdomen gently pressing against the tiny little bump under my robe. "you and our little gumdrop."

My heart flutters at the term of endearment and I weave my fingers in his curls, a wide grin stretching across my lips. All the pent-up aggression I'd felt towards him had completely managed to melt away.

" Baby Styles is much bigger than a gumdrop now." I laugh. " they're actually the size of an avocado. And they can hear now."

Harry grins, dimples denting his cheeks as he stares down at my bump.

"Grew up on me while I was gone, huh little bugger?"

I bite the corner of my lip feeling my cheeks burning a sheepish tint.

"I made risotto yesterday. Do you feel like eating? I can heat up the leftovers,"

"No," he drawls, leaning in to press a kiss to my mouth. "I just remembered; I got somethin' for you. Well, maybe more like a little someone."

He tears away from me to rummage through his luggage eventually retrieving a plain, white box which he extends to me. A small grin settles on my lips as I tear away at the taped sides and tissue paper. My hand comes in contact with the softest material, a soft gasp leaving my mouth.

"It's the baby's first blanket," Harry explains, sitting on the edge of the bed once more. "I figured once it's born we can get it monogrammed with its name."

I hop from my spot on the bed, excitedly pulling the creme colored blanket out of the box and gently brushing it against my cheek.

"It's cashmere," I sigh. "Oh, Harry, it's beautiful but you didn't have to spend so much."

He grins.

"Why not? Our baby deserves the very best."

I already feel the tears burning in my eyes only this time they're tears of joy. I place the opened box on the nightstand before sauntering back over to him.

"I love it," I exclaim, draping my arms around his neck. "and I love you."

I can hardly contain myself, pressing kisses along his face and jaw until I capture his lips. They start out gentle and chaste, like the kisses we'd shared on our first few dates-nervous and clumsy kids that were still getting to know each other- but soon grow into the bold and breathless kisses of the present. Suddenly the heat isn't so bothersome.

"I think you deserve a very nice welcome home gift," I murmur against his lips.

A knowing smirk settles on his lips, hands already toying with the sash of my robe. I let out a soft moan at the sensation of his large hands against my skin and Harry hums in satisfaction upon realizing I'd neglected wearing any undergarment under the satin fabric. He pulls his mouth away from me to redirect his attention to my bare shoulder. He's lavashious yet playful, making sure to graze his teeth and tongue against my clavicles. I can hardly control my breathing as his lips make their way to my neck, my robe gently sliding its way down my arms and waist and a familiar warmth rushes from my head to toes.

I tug at the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

"Let's go to bed, babe."

I nod in agreement, knowing that we'll be doing anything but sleeping. He sits on the edge of the bed, kicking off his shoes. I take the opportunity to straddle him, connecting our lips once more. No matter how crazy he drove me, I could never tire of kissing him.

His hands travel the length of my skin, up my back and down my thighs as his mouth opens and closes against mine. I was sure I could stay like this for the night but I knew we both wanted more.

"I couldn't wait to get off the plane," he rasp. "couldn't stop thinking about touching you."

Harry tosses his shirt over his head, giving me the chance to roam my hands over his strong chest. I can already feel him underneath me but before I can grab the gold he flips us over.

He practically unstoppable, having wiggled out of his jeans and boxers in record time. Gently and expertly he pries my legs apart, his hand moving between us to brush a thumb against the bundle of nerves that's been begging for his attention. My eyes squeeze shut in bliss but I can hardly ignore the pressure on my back thanks to the added weight of my uterus. Still, his fingers and the sight of his length serves as a nice yet temporary distraction from my discomfort.

"Harry- fuck! Oh, Harry."

My vocal satisfaction has certainly fed is ego, the wide, dimpled grin on his face a clear indication.

"So ready for me, love." he leans down to pepper a kiss against the tops of my breast. "Gonna fuck you so good."

The words have little effect in this position.

"Harry," I wince. "Harry, I can't."

His face drops and his eyebrows settle into a deep furrow.

"What do you mean you can't?"

I bite the corner of my swollen lip, inhaling deeply and hoping I haven't ruined the mood.

"It's not you, I promise. It's my back. This isn't comfortable." I speak gesturing between us.

His eyebrows raise.

"I think I get it. So?"

"So, let me ride you."

Harry had always been the dominant one in the bedroom. It was only natural in the beginning, me being the inexperienced virgin in the relationship. The more years that passed and the more familiar we became with each other's bodies created a routine between us. He led, I followed.

My moments of taking the wheel had been few and far between.

The smirk returns.

"I quite like this plot twist."

We switch positions once more and the view couldn't be better. The sight of Harry under me, swollen lipped and bed-headed is enough to make me come undone right there. I smirk down at him. running a hand down his chest until I reach his navel.

"Fuck," he draws in a deep breath once my fingers wrap around his length, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

I suddenly feel bold.

"Open your eyes, Harry," I speak with a long, slow stroke. "I want you to look at me."

He groans lowly, fastening his hands to my hips.

"Fuck, River. I need you."

Knowing that he's grown just as restless, I position myself to align with him. We both hardly manage to contain ourselves, sighing loudly once our hips meet. My head is a haze of decadent passion as our bodies fall into a natural rhythm. His hands trail up and down my body as I roll my hips against his, ragged breaths and whispered names passing from our lips.

It's not long before I lose it, the strong sensation of release racks my body, and I steady my palms against Harry's chest, gasping in pleasure. Breathless and dizzy, I rock backward and forward until Harry finds his own release. Grunting with satisfaction he pulls me in for an open mouth kiss.

"You were incredible,"

I smile weakly, easing myself off of him to retreat under the sheets. I lie on my side to face him, connecting our lips once more.

"Welcome home." I breathe.

A dimpled grin settles on his lips and he reaches over, brushing a hand over my stomach. It's moments like these that make all the fussing and fighting worthwhile, even if I know it won't be long before I change my mind.

"I really- I really needed this." he rasps.

I don't really have a reply, knowing that I've probably contributed to whatever stress he'd needed to release. Suddenly the thing I know should've said a while ago burns at the tip of my tongue.

"I'm sorry."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he reaches to push the fallen hair from my face.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," I repeat, biting the corner of my lip "for suggesting therapy. I shouldn't have."

Apologizing sounds stupid and trite when I know I'm right but I'd rather take the blame and clear the air between us. Through the years I'd learned to swallow my pride and overcompensate for the humility Harry often lacked. Ali MacGraw had been wrong when she choked out that famous line in Love Story. Real, unscripted love means apologizing a million times if you have to.

"Don't ruin a perfect night, River Dawn." he sighs, pulling me closer.

I'm not sure if I should be happy that he's letting this go so easily or concerned. Trusting him had become so complicated. My head often said one thing but my heart knew the truth.

"You wouldn't talk to me," I continue. "I know you were mad. So I'm sorry."

He presses his mouth to mine, a kind way of telling me to shut up.

"Let's shower," he drawls against my lips. "I need to wash off this flight."

I watch him slip out of bed in a daze, a sinking feeling settling in my chest.

Let it go, River. You've just had mind-blowing sex with your husband. Everything is fine. Stop overanalyzing before you fuck it up again.

"Coming, darling?"

His deep voice startles me, snatching me from my thoughts. His eyebrows rise in anticipation, his hair a mess as he pokes his head through the door.

I hate being like this: anxious, insecure and pessimistic. I just couldn't help myself. All my life I'd been searching for some sort of approval, some sort of assurance. Being with Harry had made all those feelings go away at once but for the past year they'd only come back stronger. Adding a baby to the mix made the anxiety almost unbearable.

I force a grin, untangling myself from the sheets.

"Is this your way of getting another round out of me?"

He smirks, those dimples that I love so much making their appearance.

"Come in and you'll find out. "

I just want everything to be okay, even if it's just for tonight.

[ragedagainst]

bold what applies to your muse; italicize what sometimes applies; strike what never applies.

► AESTHETIC -- dark colors. bright colors.  neon colors.  soft colors.  blood.  forests.  space.  mansions.  ghosts.  asylums.  wastelands.  fire.  injuries.  hands. dolls.  fog.  storms.  galaxies.  snow.  dawn.  midnight.  cold.  animals.  sharp teeth.  neck.  shoulders.  bruises.  freckles.  legs.  feminine.  masculine.  burns.  weapons.  colorful hair.  witchcraft.  lips.  webs.  fields.  corn fields.  tears.  sweat.  glitter.  flowers.  plants.  magic.  fear.  pain.  murder.  guns.  scars.  missing posters.  old paintings.  strange eyes. explosions.  creatures.  lingerie.  kissing.  playfulness. metal.  diamonds.  rust.  iron.  stealth.  running away.  steel.  glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  fur.  lace.  leather.  synthetics.  robots. droids.  monsters.  childhood fears.  cigarettes.  alcohol.  cameras.  video cameras.  polaroid cameras.  phones.  computers.  war.  peace.  angels. demons.  decay.  sadness.  red lipstick.  powder puffs.  abandoned cars.  skeletons.  strangling.  overcoats.  puppets.  torture. ptsd.  insomnia.  old cottages.  loyalty.  hospitals. syringes.  bared teeth.  scary basements.  butterflies.  prosthetic limbs.  cats.  dogs.  dreams.  burned-out buildings.  armor.

► APPEARANCE -- thick waist. narrow waist.  narrow hips.  average hips.  wide hips.  curvy frame.  muscular frame.  chubby frame.  petite frame.  lanky frame.  voluptuous frame.  lean frame.  skinny.  long legs.  stumpy.  average legs.  thick thighs.  muscular thighs.  toned thighs.  slender thighs.  beer belly.  toned stomach.  flat stomach. feminine frame.  masculine frame.  six pack.  harsh facial features.  baby face. shaved face.  soft features.  angular features.  square jaw.  beard. five o'clock shadow. freckles.  scars.  moles.  dimples.  braces.  tattoos.  piercings.  pigtails.  messy hair.  pixie cut.  bald.  long hair.  shaved head.  ponytail.  clipped-back fringe.  shoulder length.  bob cut.  old-fashioned hairstyle.  dreadlocks.  bun.  braids.  shaved side.  mohawk.  buzz cut.  afro.  asymmetric.  crown braid. wavy. short.  cotton buns.  fade.  comb over.  side part.  other.

► WARDROBE -- tight pants. denim jeans  cargo pants.  fatigues.  chinos.  khakis.  dress slacks.  slim-fit.  dockers.  pajama bottoms.  shorts.  short-shorts.  jean shorts.  dungarees.  skirt-overalls.  pencil skirt.  long skirt.  mini skirt.  tutu.  leggings.  sports bra.  yoga pants.  basketball shorts.  joggers.  sweats.  sweater.  sweater vest.  vest.  t-shirt. tank undershirt. long-sleeve.  tight shirts.  polo shirt.  athletic shirt.  cardigan.  button-up shirt.  v-neck. henley.  flannels.  plaid. crop top.  tank top.  blouse.  racerback shirts.  boob tube.  sundress.  1-shoulder dress.  strapless.  jumper dress.  apron dress.  dress shirt.  ball gown.  nightgown.  hoodies.  army jacket.  mechanic coveralls.  trench coat.  bomber jacket.  sport coat. leather jacket.  lots of layers.  uniform.  dress uniform. armor.  bare feet. high heels.  ballet shoes.  jelly shoes.  flip-flops.  sandals.  rain boots.  sneakers.  pumps.  flats.  thigh-high boots.  cowboy boots. timberland boots. doc martens.  slip-ons.  slippers.  motorcycle boots.  chukkas.  loafers.  dress boots.  knee boots. riding boots.  knee-high socks.  socks.  hose.  stockings.  beanies.  top hat.  sunhat.  newsboy cap.  fedora.  baseball cap. belt.  tool / utility belt.  gloves.

► HAS YOUR MUSE EVER… broken a bone. had a near death experience.  killed someone (and succeeded). saved a life.  self-harmed.  attempted suicide. had surgery.  kissed the same gender/sex.  had sex.  had sex and regretted it. lost a loved one.  had a pet.  gotten arrested.  gotten married.  divorced. cheated.  gotten shot.  been stabbed.  witnessed death.  taken drugs. gotten drunk. kept a promise you regretted.  played with an ouija board. seen a ghost.  been in a car accident.  gotten stitches. suffered from amnesia. survived a natural disaster. survived an assassination attempt. survived a plane / ship crash. been framed. gone undercover. faked death. assumed a fake identity. led a double life.  invented something. had something slipped in their food / drink.  been kidnapped. been taken hostage.  been sexually assaulted.  been bullied.  bullied someone.  had a stalker. been betrayed.  been a traitor. been blackmailed.  been abused.  gotten away with crime. killed someone (and failed).

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[stillsolo]

bold what applies to your muse; italicize what sometimes applies; strike what never applies.

► AESTHETIC dark colors. bright colors.  neon colors.  soft colors.  BLOOD.  forests.  SPACE.  mansions.  ghosts.  asylums.  wastelands.  fire.  INJURIES.  HANDS. dolls.  fog.  STORMS.  GALAXIES.  snow.  DAWN.  MIDNIGHT.  cold.  animals.  sharp teeth.  neck.  shoulders.  BRUISES.  freckles.  legs.  feminine.  MASCULINE.  burns.  WEAPONS.  colorful hair.  witchcraft.  lips.  webs.  fields.  corn fields.  TEARS.  SWEAT.  glitter.  flowers.  plants.  magic.  FEAR.  PAIN.  MURDER.  GUNS.  SCARS.  MISSING POSTERS.  old paintings.  strange eyes.  EXPLOSIONS.  creatures.  lingerie.  KISSING.  PLAYFULNESS.  METAL.  diamonds.  RUST.  IRON.  STEALTH.  RUNNING AWAY.  STEEL.  glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  FUR.  lace.  LEATHER.  synthetics.  robots. DROIDS.  monsters.  CHILDHOOD FEARS.  cigarettes.  ALCOHOL.  cameras.  video cameras.  polaroid cameras.  phones.  computers.  WAR.  PEACE.  angels. demons.  decay.  sadness.  red lipstick.  powder puffs.  ABANDONED CARS.  skeletons.  strangling.  overcoats.  puppets.  torture. PTSD.  INSOMNIA.  old cottages.  LOYALTY.  hospitals. syringes.  BARED TEETH.  scary basements.  butterflies.  prosthetic limbs.  cats.  dogs.  dreams.  burned-out buildings.  armor.

► APPEARANCE thick waist. NARROW WAIST.  NARROW HIPS.  average hips.  wide hips.  curvy frame.  muscular frame.  chubby frame.  petite frame.  lanky frame.  voluptuous frame.  LEAN FRAME.  SKINNY.  LONG LEGS.  stumpy.  average legs.  thick thighs.  muscular thighs.  TONED THIGHS.  slender thighs.  beer belly.  toned stomach.  flat stomach. feminine frame.  MASCULINE FRAME.  six pack.  harsh facial features.  baby face. SHAVED FACE.  soft features.  angular features.  square jaw.  beard. FIVE O'CLOCK SHADOW. freckles.  SCARS.  moles.  dimples.  braces.  tattoos.  piercings.  pigtails.  MESSY HAIR.  pixie cut.  bald.  long hair.  shaved head.  ponytail.  clipped-back fringe.  shoulder length.  bob cut.  old-fashioned hairstyle.  dreadlocks.  bun.  braids.  shaved side.  mohawk.  buzz cut.  afro.  asymmetric.  crown braid.  WAVY. SHORT.  cotton buns.  fade.  comb over.  side part.  other.

► WARDROBE tight pants. DENIM JEANS.  cargo pants.  fatigues.  chinos.  khakis.  dress slacks.  SLIM-FIT.  dockers.  pajama bottoms.  shorts.  short-shorts.  jean shorts.  dungarees.  skirt-overalls.  pencil skirt.  long skirt.  mini skirt.  tutu.  leggings.  sports bra.  yoga pants.  basketball shorts.  joggers.  sweats.  sweater.  sweater vest.  VEST.  t-shirt. TANK UNDERSHIRT. LONG-SLEEVE.  tight shirts.  polo shirt.  athletic shirt.  cardigan.  button-up shirt.  v-neck. henley.  flannels.  plaid. crop top.  tank top.  blouse.  racerback shirts.  boob tube.  sundress.  1-shoulder dress.  strapless.  jumper dress.  apron dress.  dress shirt.  ball gown.  nightgown.  hoodies.  army jacket.  MECHANIC COVERALLS.  trench coat.  BOMBER JACKET.  sport coat.  LEATHER JACKET.  lots of layers.  uniform.  dress uniform. armor.  bare feet. high heels.  ballet shoes.  jelly shoes.  flip-flops.  sandals.  rain boots.  sneakers.  pumps.  flats.  thigh-high boots.  cowboy boots. timberland boots. doc martens.  slip-ons.  slippers.  MOTORCYCLE BOOTS.  chukkas.  loafers.  dress boots.  knee boots. RIDING BOOTS.  knee-high socks.  SOCKS.  hose.  stockings.  beanies.  top hat.  sunhat.  newsboy cap.  fedora.  baseball cap. BELT.  TOOL / UTILITY BELT.  gloves.

► HAS YOUR MUSE EVER… BROKEN A BONE. HAD A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE.  KILLED SOMEONE (AND SUCCEEDED). SAVED A LIFE.  self-harmed.  attempted suicide.  HAD SURGERY.  KISSED THE SAME GENDER/SEX.  HAD SEX.  had sex and regretted it. LOST A LOVED ONE.  had a pet.  GOTTEN ARRESTED.  gotten married.  divorced. cheated.  GOTTEN SHOT.  BEEN STABBED.  WITNESSED DEATH.  taken drugs. GOTTEN DRUNK. kept a promise you regretted.  played with an ouija board. seen a ghost.  been in a car accident.  GOTTEN STITCHES. suffered from amnesia. survived a natural disaster. survived an assassination attempt. SURVIVED A PLANE / SHIP CRASH. been framed. gone undercover. faked death. ASSUMED A FAKE IDENTITY. led a double life.  invented something. HAD SOMETHING SLIPPED INTO THEIR FOOD / DRINK.  BEEN KIDNAPPED. BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE.  been sexually assaulted.  BEEN BULLIED.  bullied someone.  had a stalker.  BEEN BETRAYED.  been a traitor. been blackmailed.  BEEN ABUSED.  GOTTEN AWAY WITH CRIME. KILLED SOMEONE (AND FAILED).

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[magratpudifoot]

3, 5, 8

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

French's mustard yellow. I am allergic to turmeric, and food companies keep using it as a colorant, so I actually have a psychosomatic response to the color at this point.

5. favorite form of potato?

I used to eat baked potatoes about three nights a week in grad school, and I got to where I was cutting them into wedges about 2/3 into the baking time and grating Colbyjack and sprinkling scallions over them so they got really crispy and the flavors baked together. I lost the magic when I stopped being the primary cook, but I think it's time to try to get it back.

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

Sort of? I have a few pairs of flare-legged yoga pants I wear around the house, but the main getting-home clothing ritual is replacing my bra with a tank or cami. At-home shirt is usually a graphic tee, but changing that isn't as much of a necessity for me.

Thank you!