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sidewalkchemistry · 2 years ago

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simple skincare tips!

🌼eat the foods that love you back. your skin is a direct mirror of your internal situation. if your digestive system is being bombarded often by foods that create a lot of wastes and residues, that does more harm than good. and so, the struggle to eliminate them will be reflected in your skin. your diet constitutes the vast majority of your skin health. change your meals to be whole food plant based (still delicious, satisfying, and exciting) & watch your skin glow and your skincare routine simplify.

🌼be conscious of what's going on your skin. the skin layers can be over-cleansed, imbalanced, and aggravated when the skin microbiome and pH are disrupted. if you wipe out the beneficial bacterial populations with harshly formulated products, you may find that you break out (i.e. harmful bacterial populations begin to thrive). use gentle, simple skin formulas such as castile soaps, natural oils & butters (i recommend jojoba oil for mostly everyone), natural soap bars, and clays. most commercial skin care products disturb the skin cells (introduce too much foreign material to the body, unsuitable pH ranges, imbalance the microbiome, etc). they sell because it's convention to buy them, the brands are well-known, and their sales pitches are enticing. but really, no cream or serum will ever be the magic potion your skin was asking for. it will only be a band-aid, at best. truly healthy skin comes from diet, and the products are just for any other necessary maintenance. if you get a pimple, you should look first to why the pimple emerged, not what treatment will remove it.

🌼keep your lymph flowing. simple ways to do this are through good lifestyle habits. things like doing exercise & sports you find fun, breathwork, dry brushing, eating lots of fruit, avoiding wearing bras & other tight clothing items, lymphatic massage/gua sha can all be helpful.

🌼focus on hydration via fresh fruits and veggies. the water within plant foods is more useable to your cells, and your skin will cease being overly oily or dry overtime (especially if you reduce/eliminate your salt & oil intake). it will also help to encourage lymphatic flow, so you can see problems like blemishes, cellulite, old scars diminish after great consistency.

🌼allow your skin to breathe. this is especially good if you spend time in stuffy (poorly ventilated) indoor environments, like offices, hospitals, planes, etc. one great way is via herbal facial steaming (i recommend it 3x a week or so). make a hot infusion of an aromatic tea, cover it and allow it to cool a few minutes, and, with closed eyes, allow the pores to open and receive the herbal medicine (this is a great time to meditate, manifest, and just feel pampered). getting more fresh air, working up a sweat, and going to a sauna are also ways to allow your skin to breathe.

🌼avoid steroid prescriptions creams at all costs. they are very deleterious to health in the long term, and they can be very painful to come off of. it's not a real fix. it's not worth hurting your kidneys & adrenals for. evaluate your diet instead. do you eat dairy? choose plant-based dairy options instead (they're simple to make yourself too). do you eat a lot of fats? try oil-free cooking methods instead (opt for sautéing with a bit of water, baking, steaming, air frying, etc). avoiding eating out as much.

🌼be aware of what you're putting in your hair as well. your shampoos, conditioner, leave-ins, gels, moisturizers, oils, serums, etc all tend to touch your face too, when your hair touches your face. if they wouldn't be good enough to put on your face, don't put them in your hair. a lot of the best skin cleansers are also suitable as shampoos. a lot of oils and butters can be used for both. plant-based gels like aloe vera or flax seed are simple to DIY, and are dual-use once again. basically, this will simplify your life.

🌼understand the water that runs through your pipes. if your shower and tap water are like most people's around the world, they aren't optimal for our skin. for example, they contain added chemicals to sanitize the water but that can prevent the proper microbiomes from developing on your skin. a weak skin microbiome is prone to skin issues. so, try to use distilled water on your face (if you're not able to get a water filter, a gallon jug at a store is affordable. they're about $1.30 USD in my area).

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lanachap · 1 day ago

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I want to sleep under a different piece of sky. I want to live a little bit before I die. I want to be so close to heaven I see angels. I could walk away and leave my family. Or get buried alive in this legacy.

— full biography.

ABOUT

Full Name/Nickname: Milana Aquino Chapman / Lana, Mila, or Mia.

Age/DOB: 39 / April 10th, 1986.

Zodiac Sign: Aries.

Gender: Cis woman.

Place of Birth: Briar Ridge, South Carolina.

Neighborhood: Chapman Ranch.

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual / Biromantic.

Religion: Christian.

Occupation: Private pilot & Chapman's Grocer heir.

PERSONALITY:

Goals/Desires: To make peace with what she can't change, to find definitive answers so that she can finally sleep at night, to make her family proud and not let the Chapman legacy fall.

Fears: Pieces of her forever being lost to the past.

Hobbies: DIY projects around the house and ranch, hiking, horseback riding, dancing, flying, writing the novel that she'll never publish, paint, cook/bake...

Likes & Dislikes: Likes moving her body and working with her hands, solving puzzles, when people look you in the eyes, those that open doors for others, manners, strong willed people, sunrises and sunsets, deep and meaningful conversations, philosophy, fresh baked bread with creamy butter and flaky salt. Dislikes being idle for too long, annoying repetitive beeping sounds like a microwave or washing machine/dryer, social media, small talk, negative people, secrets and lies, having to wait in a long line, coffee, the fantasy book genre, feeling limited.

FAMILY:

Parents: Garron Chapman & Denise Ochoa Aquino.

Sibling(s): Older brother & younger sister.

Pet(s): There's at least 10 horses on the ranch. Along with some other farm animals.

AN INTRODUCTION:

trigger warnings: brief mention of abusive relationship, plane crash, death, stroke

growing up in briar ridge with the surname of chapman meant there was a storied history built into her DNA. somewhere way back in the line of grandfathers the chapman ranch was settled around the time briar ridge was formed as a town. the ranch had always been about raising and training horses, and even if there's pretty good money in it now, the foundation still stands that the horses need to have the form and function to fulfill their demands as a working ranch animal.

it was her great grandfather who opened up the grocer store when the town had grown enough to need one. when it was no longer logical or convenient to travel to the next town over. in old age he passed the store down to her father, garron.

at only 20 her mother moved from the life she knew in the philippines to marry and live with her father here in briar ridge, south carolina. they'd met when her father was in the navy and quickly fell so in love that she gave up everything for america. lana's older brother came first, then it was her turn, and a couple of years later her younger sister was born.

each side of lana's DNA and the importance of her lineage was shared with her. on her father's, the chapmans, it was the ranch and the way of life as a horseman, and on her mother's, the aquinos, she just wanted her children to know about the culture and customs of the pampanga province she'd come from. in fact, a few times growing up lana's mother took her and her siblings to the philippines to see where she's from and to meet family.

ever since she was a little girl she'd been obsessed with two things; horses and flying. there wasn't much her father could do about the dream of flying when she was growing up but he definitely took her love for the equine and taught her everything he knew about the way around a horse. the basics like respect and reading body language to more complex things like how to ride and understand the animal, the best ways to guide them and work together.

that foundation did her wonders when she began competing in barrel racing and roping. each were an adrenaline rush that lana couldn't get enough of but it was roping where she truly shined. as a youth she won several roping championships. even a couple in barrel racing.

as a teenager lana had thought the future of her life had been set. the boy she'd grown up with, their parents having been friends and each with lineage to the origins of briar ridge, had changed their dynamic of best friends to sweethearts. growing up, maturing, and hormones took over from a pair of children who played and ran together since they could walk. not only did they find love in each other, saw a good life mapped out ahead of them, but their parents wishes had come true with them being together.

maybe it was foolish, that whole young, puppy love thing but lana and shane planned out going to the same university and getting out of their hometown. they talked of the day they'd get married and what their children's names could be. it was bliss and it was the life lana had wanted. until shane, the night before graduation and the start of their plans, decided he didn't want that anymore. shane stayed for his family and told lana to go. heartbreak practically rocked her to a standstill.

but then adulthood came, and with that, the part of growing up where she had to go off on her own and figure out who she was outside of her family. in many ways she'd been desperate for it and dreamed of it. now with that ache in her chest she needed it more than ever. after university had led her to southern california where she had her first big girl job working at a marketing firm.

in a few years time she'd done well and had begun to climb the corporate ladder but her mid twenties was also when she made her first huge mistake. lana got involved romantically with her boss. at first it was intoxicating and sexy but then the older man became controlling. eventually it became way too much so lana left it all with the drop of a hat.

outside of horses her only big dream had been to fly so lana lived off her savings and took lessons and studied to become a pilot. it was one of the best things she'd ever done for herself. once she had her license she began making a living as a private pilot and got to travel the country, and sometimes, the world. got to see it all from the windows of the cockpit of her own plane.

the day would come where she fell in love again, only that time it had been different, he was secure, emotionally available, and well balanced. not only that but he was patient as she healed and learned how to love all over again. he was a fellow pilot and they'd met at a small metropolitan airport.

after years together, no plans, just living and enjoying life together he would take off for a flight and never return. it was a flight from seattle up to fairbanks, alaska and his plane would have some trouble over the gulf of alaska. days later some of the debris was found but that was it. she went up there to search herself, fly the same path, sought out answers for what could have happened, and begged for officials to continue searching and to continue their investigations.

somewhere just after a year later her father would suffer a stroke that would leave him weak on his right side and incapable of running the store and ranch anymore. lana's mother called her and asked her to come home. it was time. she needed her family and her family needed her.

it's been two years now and lana thinks she has running the store down but she lets her sister mostly handle that. she was better with the business and management sense anyway. lana spends more of her time flying locally, using her income to help support and sustain both the store and the ranch when and where needed, and she also mostly takes care of the horses and the ranch. it's where she gets to spend more time with her father.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:

OLD FRIENDS: with the chapmans being one of those generational and founding families of briar ridge, i would really love any and all longtime friends that could span back to early childhood. you know the type where their families were longtime friends so they grew up since babies just being apart of each other's lives? maybe they kept in touch after lana left briar ridge for uni or maybe they've been reconnecting since she moved back a couple of years ago.

HORSING AROUND: raised on a horse ranch and with her grandfather essentially thought of as a horse whisperer it was inevitable that she'd be involved in the world of horses and rodeo as well. growing up she competed it barrel racing and roping but truly excelled at the latter and won statewide championships in youth categories. she loved helping out on the small ranch her family had and learning from her grandfather and father. please, if your character is involved with horses or rodeo at all, this would be fun! especially with lana living on the ranch again these last 2 years and her reconnecting with who/what she used to be.

ZIP CODES: anyone that lana would've met when she was living in socal or in her travels somewhere. maybe even someone she met in alaska since she recently spent some significant time there before moving to back home to briar ridge. given that she's a private pilot i figure it's easy to place her most places so wherever your character might have traveled to we can work something out.

HIS BEST FRIEND: this might be an official wanted connection on the main at some point. maybe. it would likely require a completely new character but this connection would be HUGE so if you see a way please let's chat. the quick details are that he was her ex's best friend and since the tragic loss they've found comfort in each other as the two people that maybe knew him best and closest. this could go 100 different ways but i enjoy that at it's core it could very well just be two people deciding to stick together.

HUMANITARIANS UNITE: growing up she'd visited the philippines a few time to see where her mother had grown up and to meet her family on that side. she's always felt a connection there. once she started making good money as an adult and even more so when she became a pilot she got involved in humanitarian efforts. especially the devastating natural disasters when they've struck the philippines she's traveled out there. when she lived in socal she was involved and is in briar ridge locally as well now that she's moved back. maybe she and your character work together?

#⸻ ✸ intro.#briar ridge: intro

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cielosuerte · 5 months ago

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btw speaking of periods. here's a couple tips if nobody's told you — and these r just my personal experience of what worked for me, so take with a grain of salt! also just to say it from the jump i hope at least some of this could help a trans woman experiencing periods <3

Caffeine can help with cramps & (some) headaches. Even if it doesn't help you feel more awake or affect you in the typical way for whatever reason, it still helps with the cramps! If you don't like caffeinated beverages, midol or excedrin are both painkiller brands (acetimenophen i believe in both) that have caffeine in the pills as well, so you can take those to help without having to drink coffee or tea etc.

Heating pads or an electric blanket will change your life, but they can be expensive. You can make your own microwaveable heating pad with thick fabric and dried beans for much cheaper, just look up a diy guide to make sure you don't blow up your kitchen in a beancident (tone tag: silly!! very unlikely you can explode your kitchen, but you should still handle it carefully and not microwave it too long). If you don't want to or can't buy a heating pad/hot water bottle/make a heat plush, you can buy those little handwarmer bags at convenience stores (especially in the colder months). They're air activated and not all too expensive and last a while. I would take two or three and put them in a pillowcase and fold it up so i could lay it on my stomach like a heating pad without it directly touching my skin - since that can burn you.

Even if you don't experience bleeding, i would still recommend drinking a lot of water especially if you're like me and can barely get through a 16oz water bottle over two days (i'm working on it shh). It just is really good for you & again, can help with cramps, headaches, fatigue, and tbh even emotional symptoms.

You may not feel like eating anything when ur on ur period and i get it, i really do, but u gotta eat still bc it will make it all so much worse if you're on ur period AND hangry. that said, if you have any food sensitivities i would take extra care to avoid them during ur period bc you don't need to feel bloated and sick from your period And from eating lunch. it's horrid & i would sometimes end up playing myself like this right before a 6-8 hour shift on my feet and talking the whole day (i'm a teacher so i also would have to be explaining things and yknow, teaching without collapsing face first bc stomach ache).

As far as food goes, here's what worked for me: eating the same amount of food i normally do, but instead of 3 big meals and a snack or two (eating every 4 hours or so) i'd take my food amount and spread it out to turn it into a kind of constant nibbling the whole day (so finishing eating something every hour or two). i have stomach issues as-is so this helped prevent nausea and bloating, and also helped my energy stay consistent especially if i mixed it with drinking a lot of water and juice. personally it might be worth it to avoid super heavy/dense foods and invest in easy to make and simpler foods. like, protein bars, fruit strips, fresh fruit (apple slices and peanut butter <3) and veggies (carrots glazed in honey or roasted brussel sprouts are more delicious and easier to make than you think!). also, as much as you can, listen to what your body wants to eat. if ur craving chocolate, eat that. bc it's better to eat and feel good abt what you're eating than either not eating or feeling worse than you already do by forcing urself to eat stuff you don't want.

Last thing about food sorry it's just that eating is so important: If you have a good idea of when you get your period or when the worst symptoms are, try meal prepping the week before. nothing huge and complicated. you can straight up just make like six PB&Js and keep em in the fridge. if you have the energy to cook something you can have as leftovers, awesome! (one of my go to meals was boiling frozen pork & leek dumplings in chicken broth i made from store bought concentrate. took like 15 mins and i could sit by the warm stove and just watch it cook and then pour it in a thermos and then go lay face down somewhere. and it had salt, protein, carbs, veggie, just a great meal. and it being hot helped with cramps plus it was super light on my stomach!!)

Hate to say it but exercise helped so much with making periods manageable. If you can, try taking a 15 min walk each day. at the very least do some stretches within ur ability and comfort to help with general joint pain and keeping your body from feeling "creaky".

I love u please take care of yourself 🤍

#txt #long post #ok2rb if u want #since im never having a period again. might as well share my knowledge whilst i remember it...

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bah-musing · 23 days ago

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Hii! Can we have a lvl 4 headmate/part who is in her 20s? We also wanna add the handwriting, art style, handedness, and accent (preferably Irish since we are Irish). I will also add emojis for you to go off of.. 🌑📓🔐💡

Loved the emojis, thank you! :D

Level 4 - Mused - 🌑📓🔐💡

All under the cut!

Name(s): Erin, Locket, Maura, Caitlin, Autumn, Noelle, October,�� Journey

Pronouns: she/they/ae

Age range: 20s (21-24 range)

Species: Human, with some dog-ish traits if you please! May or may not be werewolf-y

Personality Snippet: Nostalgic, calm, patient, quiet but not shy, unafraid to ask questions, intro astronomy

Role(s): Soother (x), Delight (x), Memori (x), Nostalgia Holder (x), Census Taker (x), Doorkeeper(x)

Source: N/A

Gender: Afemfluid (x)

Orientation: Neptunic (x)

Front Triggers: Craft stores, thrifting, DIY projects, fall in general

Faceclaim: First two are from pepperjackets’ friend maker. Third one is from baby_carrot_art’s baby carrot character maker. Added the favorite color so it looked nice!

Nickname(s): Lune, Eri, Lo, Lockie, Mauve, Cait, Lin (/Lynn), Honey, Elle, Oxeye, Journal

Food: Honeycrisp apples, simple lasagna, honey on toast, caramel apples, oranges, roast chicken, rolls, spaghetti, caramel popcorn, kettle corn.

Drink: Tea with honey, cherry coke, sparkling water, water with flavor packets, old fashioned root beer.

Color: #CD8223 - CIL Golden Amber (x)

Game Genre: Cozy games, strategy games, collector games

Movie Genre: Nature documentaries, maybe paranormal stuff (would get a little scared, but in a fun way!)

Song Genre: Lofi, calm breakcore, acid jazz,

Hobbies: Walks, enjoying nature, looking into native plants, journaling, thrifting, drawing, writing personal essays for fun, poetry, watercolor, scrapbooking, DIY shenanigans,coloring books, and meditating.

Habits: Butters toast on the lighter side, always keeps track of her glasses, always does the spinny when she wears a skirt or dress, keeps a spare hair tie and headband on their person. Caries a lot of things- just in case!

Songs:

Hunned Bandz - Tanukichan

Rose - midnight muse

Mary - Alex G

C:\\M00G_C?TY_2 - bxnwxghxrn (link since i know it's certainly a title!)

Everlong - Foo Fighters

anything - Adrianne Lenker

Harness Your Hopes - Bside - Pavement

Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse

Media recs: I limited it to only one midnight muse song above, I would recommend the album Flower Language as a whole. Midnight Gospel (show on Netflix, I think there’s more.. But it’s leaving my mind atm!)

Minecraft, Sid Meier’s Civilization (6)

TQ: Either writes with proper punctuation and capitalization or writes in “internet casual” where she just has wanted punctuation and no capitalization or apostrophes (ie. “Yeah, I just went to JoAnn’s.” vs. “yeah, i just went to joanns!”).

Handwriting: I couldn’t find one that seemed to click, but I think the fonts Playpen Sans and Caveat are lovely for her! Demonstration attached.

Art Style: An image since I had a hard time with words to start. I could see her having a semi-scratchy way of doodling with whatever she has near her! Not afraid to experiment and have fun, tends to doodle space. They love to sketch with ballpoint pens (lightly) and play with colors and hatching! Stars they draw are all sorts of different shapes and are colored with orange and green most commonly.

Second image is how I imagine they would doodle people, a bit of a chibi-ish Animal Crossing style that is disconnected and Cute!

Handedness: Right-handed for precision (writing, drawing, cutting food, etc), left-handed for strength (carrying, archery, etc)!

Accent: Irish

Misc: I feel like she would find learning Latin or Greek fun and maybe even write in it! Favorite season is certainly fall. I think there would be a fondness for apple-scented shampoo or “grandma smells” in shampoo and body wash. Would have fun with press-on nails, but not have the commitment for professional ones that last a lot longer (due to crafty hobbies). Super into match-y outfits! Maybe ae would enjoy DnD? Unsure! I could see the cottagecore aesthetic being appreciated.

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townofcrosshollow · 1 year ago

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This is part 2 of an ongoing horror romance story about a depressed and isolated man finding new life after rescuing an injured fallen angel.

You can read part 1 here.

CWs for this chapter include graphic violence, references to alcoholism, and sexual innuendo (lots of it)

Samson had used a knife on flesh before, but never while the creature was still squirming. It was clear just at a glance that the angel-thing was suffering- he even considered for a moment whether to put it out of its misery like a deer that had a run-in with a car. But upon stepping closer to it with that hunting knife raised, he realized that the thing was far from morally wounded. Its whole body was scraped and bruised, but only those wings were broken. Those massive, unweildy wings.

At the base, where feather met flesh, it didn't look good. The bones had both dislocated. A significant amount of meat had been torn off, revealing mottled flesh under the pale skin- blue like spoiled beef, shimmering in the ambient light of the thing's own aura. More of that golden "blood" had started to run down its back. It drenched the ground beneath it like paint. That bleeding needed to stop if this thing was going to not die, but it looked like there was no saving those wings. So Samson slung the rifle over his back and pulled out his hunting knife.

The thing was compliant, almost docile in the face of the knife. Its screams quieted to whimpers. Samson got it prone and kneeled down straddling its back, golden stains pooling on the front of his jeans. He grabbed the wings and spread them out as best he could, feeling those downy soft feathers between his fingers. Its skin was soft too, and cool like a placid lake.

Samson unsheathed the knife, its serrated blade glinting in the holy aura of its soon-to-be victim's body. His hand was unsteady and his head swimming. He slid the blade between the ripped edges of skin on the thing's right wing. Everything came sharply into focus when he could feel the resistance of skin against metal. Gritting his teeth and holding the grip tight like a lifeline, Samson started to saw. More cool blood coated his hands as muscle split and tore around the knife's jagged edge. When he finally reached the skin, it stretched and shifted along with the serrations. He had to force it, his strokes further, faster, harder. And then he nearly caught himself in the leg as the last little piece of skin finally snapped.

Time for the second one. Sweat dripped from Samson's chin, his breathing quick. Underneath him, the thing wasn't squirming anymore, but it was whimpering, crying out little sounds of pain. Its cries were still bordering on musical. Hearing them, those melodic notes, a strange euphoria bubbled up in his chest and clouded his mind. This one was easier- or maybe it just felt faster, as he wasn't sure how well he could rely on his sense of time anymore. The blade sliced through muscle like butter, every little bit of fiber snapped rewarding him with more beautiful crying. With the last sawing motion, the pieces were finally disconnected, and Samson kneeled there panting and coated in the thing's golden blood. The creature was silent.

That's what this was all about- blood. Fuck. Mind clearing, Samson ripped his shirt off and started slicing starting cuts into it to tear it into shreds. This would have to do until he could get back to the cottage. With wads of plaid against the wounds, he started wrapping up its torso in DIY bandages. He had to grab the thing by the shoulder and pull it up slightly to get the bandages around its chest, but its head wasn't limp- a good sign.

Kneeling beside the thing, he turned it over on its back. It was passed out cold. Samson slipped a hand under its shoulders and another under its knees, lifting it into his arms. He was surprised by how light the thing was, maybe around 90 pounds, and 5'4" at least. Its body was slim yet soft, not bony or angular in the slightest. Its dainty hands hung limp, and its head lulled back into his arm.

The thing was stunningly beautiful- soft, a slight pout on its soft bluish lips. Reminiscent of a Bouguereau. A head of long, dark hair was draped over Samson's arm, glittering in the morning sun. "Angel" was clearly the appropriate term for it, this creature forsaken by God, left now in the arms of a sinner. What awful timing, too. Arms heavy with a new responsibility, Samson trudged back to the cottage.

The guest house on the lakefront property was in a state of disrepair ever since daddy died. Maintaining it was far too much work, and he didn't like to come in here anyway. But the roof wasn't leaking, and the floorboards were intact, and the lights still came to life when Samson nudged the light switch with his shoulder. It was barren- he'd sold most of the usable furniture years ago. An old fridge was disconnected and pulled out of place next to the cabinets by the wall, and an ancient wooden stove was against the opposite wall. Its flue disappeared into the roof. Probably still blocked up. He never bothered to fix it. A wrought iron framed bed sat in the corner, its mattress ancient and its sheets worn. The walls were originally wallpaper with a layer of beige paint over top- where it had flaked off, a flowery green design showed through. This was going to have to do.

Samson gently laid his "guest" down on the bed, careful to arrange its sleeping body into some semblance of the recovery position- something he remembered from his days of getting blackout drunk around other people (as opposed to the more private arrangement he had now). He pulled the sheets up to cover the thing's crotch- he had tried his best not to look. It seemed disrespectful.

He smoothed the creatures hair out over its shoulders, which rose and fall with gentle breaths. Just for a little he sat there in that moment, hand hovering over it, watching it breathe. How long had it been since he'd touched a living thing?

This was not important. With a deep and ragged sigh, he went to fetch the first aid kit.

The next time he opened that door to the guest house, Samson was greeted by that face again. The angel was not upright, but hunched over and supporting its weight with its arms, its legs splayed out beneath the covers. Stringy hair hung limply from its scalp, obscuring parts of its face- but its eyes peered through, locked in Samson's gaze. They were pale grey, like a foggy morning.

His instincts took hold and Samson approached slowly, not making any sudden movements, like he'd spotted a spooked dear. "You're awake," he observed, his voice hoarse. "Do you... speak?"

This being only stared, leaning further back as he approached like a cat ready to pounce. Maybe his approach was correct- maybe this thing was feral. But then, eyes still locked on Samson, it slowly lowered its head in a nod.

"But not now? Okay." The thing might have needed some time. At least it seemed to understand him. "I have bandages here. I'm going to patch up your wounds, until I can find a way to get you to... a hospital, I guess." Would a bird-person go to a hospital or a vet? Now that it had no wings, was it just a person?

The angel-thing didn't move. It just stared.

Samson kneeled down slowly by the bed, placing the first aid kit down and opening up the latches. "I need you to turn around so I can see your back."

There was another moment's lag, but then the thing complied. It shifted around to sit cross legged, facing the wall, its hands bunched up in the sheets to cover its lap. From the back, just as from the front, the shapes of its body were stunning. Although it had barely been fifteen minutes, the skin of its back was soft and smooth, still drenched in dried golden blood but otherwise flawless. Hadn't it been bruised and scraped the last time Samson ran his coarse fingers along its back?

Samson slipped a pair of cold metal bandage scissor's between the thing's back and the remains of his shirt (he had been so frazzled by the situation that he had almost forgotten he was half naked, until this moment brought his blood-covered bare torso sharply into focus). As the "bandages" fell away, what was left behind puzzled him.

There were no more remains of bone there- all had been covered up by that mottled blue flesh. The bleeding had stopped, and the edges of the skin were no longer ragged and torn. Rather, little tendrils of it snaked across the open wound, connecting to each other and forming a strange network of branches across its surface. Like a slime mold searching for food.

Grabbing his supplies- a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, a clean rag, and a long strip of gauze with packing material to accompany it- Samson climbed up onto the bed to get a better vantage. Kneeling with his legs on either side of the thing's body, he ran his fingers along the strange web of flesh. The angel only winced a little, leaning further forward and gripping the sheets tighter.

"You heal fast," Samson muttered, holding the rag up to the mouth of the bottle and soaking it just a little with alcohol. "I'm going to disinfect it with alcohol, okay? It's going to hurt."

The thing nodded and braced itself, shoulders hunched forward. The moment the rag hit its broken skin, it let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. It was familiar for some reason- a sound that made something happen in Samson's chest, a quickening of his breath, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. But he carried on, rubbing the cloth into its back in little circles, that feeling rising in him more and more as its little cries of pain continued.

"I'm finished," he whispered, the dropping the gold-soaked rag on the bed beside them and grabbing the gauze. "I'm just gonna wrap it up, and you can rest."

Unspooling the length of gauze, Samson reached his arms around the angel's chest, to grab the other end and start looping it around. He had to push himself up against it to reach, his jeans pressing against its lower back and his skin against its soft, nude flesh. For that moment of contact, he could feel its breathing matching his, quick and uncertain. Was it pain, or was it that same feeling that had lodged into his chest and wouldn't go away?

Once the wounds had been covered up, Samson ran his fingers slowly down the creature's back. He didn't want to leave this moment. But he had to go. He got up from the bed, dusted himself off. "It's all patched up now. I'm done with you."

The angel turned to look over its shoulder at the man. It said nothing, just nodded, its eyes locked on Samson. Its brows were drawn up, the corners of its eyes a little wet, and its lips curled into the slightest smile.

This was not the last time this angel would look that way at its new host.

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dollielicious · 9 months ago

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Sunday reset: a how to 🧖🏽‍♀️

I just wanna say that whoever coined the idea of a Sunday reset is a genius! It’s the perfect way to end/start a week on the right foot, and it’s extremely beneficial! here’s a checklist that I like to use:

Skin

steam your face: I just let my steamer run until there’s no more water left but you can steam for as long as you like

face mask/extractions: I use some kind of pore cleansing mask and if needed I’ll use a pore strip to get rid of pesky blackheads

derma planeing: use a small face razor to get rid of peach fuzz, this helps with acne and makes makeup sit smoother!

moisture: after all this do your skincare routine as you normally would and moisturize really well

lips: buy or make a diy lip scrub (coconut oil&sugar works for me) and apply some vaseline or aquaphor to your lips afterwards

Body

exfoliating: I don’t own a dry brush so I use exfoliating scrubs and my sapo to keep my skin baby soft

body hair: (shave only if you want to) I like to use the eos shaving cream, I have really irritable skin and this product hasn’t given me any problems! Use a razor with at least 5 blades and be gentle, always exfoliate first to soften the hairs

body oil/lotion: lotion up your whole body, I recommend cocoa butter or shea butter if you’re melanated since they’re better for our skin. Then top it off with body oil, I use one with essential oils and then one with glitter in it from b&bw

etcetera: I don’t own a body gua sha and I don’t really tan so I won’t be giving tips on those, sorry!

Nails

trim cuticles: Reminder to be careful when doing this! If not you can slice your finger and cause bleeding so be gentle. Clean up your cuticles by evening then out and get rid of any hangnails

buff/file: Use a buffer to even out the tops of your nails, and a file to shape them however you want 💅🏽

cuticle oil/nail strengthener: apply cuticle oil to the nail bed and nail strengthener. If you have weak nails like me this will help a lot in the long run, and if you have trouble with biting your nails there are products you can buy that will help with that

manicure/pedicure: If you really want to feel like that girl, go get your nails done! Or do them yourself, like I do! Get them all cutesy and sparkly or however you want!

Hair

massage your scalp: I have one of those scalp massagers so while I’m washing my hair I use that to help get the shampoo/conditioner really in there. It’s also a great way to stimulate hair growth and cleanliness

apply glycolic acid to scalp: I get my glycolic acid from ulta in the big ordinary one, it helps with a flaky/ dry scalp and soo much more. I basically use it for my whole body.

oiling your hair: There are tons of different hair oils, I use the ones from Mielle specifically the rosemary one. Whatever problems you have you can find the solution with hair oils.

hair masks: I do one every 2 months or just between protective hair styles. You want to get your hair nice and wet and apply it everywhere. On your scalp to your ends and wash it out thoroughly after about 20 minutes or however long it requires

heat protectant: If you’re going to put heat to your hair, use a specific shampoo and conditioner before to help make it easier (ogx has some good ones) and put heat protectant products in your hair. Nobody wants heat damage!

Lash/brows

brows: I get my eyebrows threaded once a month, 2x if needed because my eyebrows get really long and messy sometimes. Before you go in, have a set shape in mind, try and follow the natural shape of your eyebrows. Dear peachie and channels like that are great for finding one kind of shape suits your face for better facial harmony!

lashes: I only just started wearing falsies so I can’t tell you too much. Just make sure to keep your natural eyelashes clean, and moisturized. Use castor oil, vaseline, or coconut oil (or all 3!) on them to keep them thick and healthy. While wearing fake ones keep them clean and don’t leave them in for too long!

That’s it! It may seem like a whole lot, but your body will thank you for taking extra time to really care for it. Don’t forget to properly hydrate and eat lots of fruits and vegetables. Your body is the only one you have, so keep it healthy!

xoxo!

#pink #cute #girly girl #dollielicious #prissy #self care #self care sunday

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eldritchsurveys · 7 months ago

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1243.

Is there anyone at your work that you want to just deck in the face? .

Last thing you drank? >> Leinenkugel's Juicy Peach beer. It continually amazes me how much peach flavour there is in it. Most fruity beers are nowhere near that fruit-forward.

Last thing that pissed you off? .

Last thing that made you feel better? >> Getting a full haul of groceries after weeks of just winging it. Food insecurity definitely tanks my overall well-being, but the upside is that having food in the house increases my quality of life equally drastically.

Something you did differently today that wasn't so bad? >> I don't think anything I did today was markedly different from any other day.

Last plans that were ruined because of things you can't control? .

How old are you? >> 37.

Someone's YouTube that annoys the crap out of you? >> I don't get exposed to any channels that annoy me.

You are lucky because? >> I have Can Calah.

What kind of jeans are you favorite? >> I have a pair of flares (!!!) from Old Navy that make me so happy. I don't care about style trends, flares will always be a top-tier jean style to me. They just flatter my figure so well.

Mini skirts, slutty or stylish? >> Yes. (Something being slutty is a point of admiration and delight for me, by the way.)

Do you like a partner who is clean cut or rugged? .

Pale or tan, which would you rather be? >> I am darkskinned and I love being darkskinned. What if you were drastically what you'd rather be overnight? .

What about kids on leashes? What do you think about that? >> It might sound alarming without context, but I've seen child leashes and they don't look nearly as bad as they sound. Also, if I had to choose between someone harnessing their child and someone losing their child to an impulsive dart into traffic that they couldn't stop quickly enough, I know what I'm choosing.

What lip balm do you use to keep your lips moist? >> I use Palmer's cocoa butter and Vaseline Lip Therapy. I also sometimes use a bit of my facial moisturiser on my lips and seal that in with the Vaseline to sit overnight like a DIY lip mask. I used to have extremely bad dry and peeling lips and this is the stuff that finally, finally worked for me.

How many piercings have you had, BESIDES ears? Which are those? >> In total, I have had labret, lip, bridge, and septum. (I've also had ear cartilage and stretched earlobes, which I feel is different enough from just regular lobe piercings to mention.) Currently, I only have the septum.

New tats in your near future? How about piercings or re-piercings? >> I can't afford body modifications right now. Who would you like to hang out with? .

Next new thing you are wanting to try? >> Well, I got this new Snapple beverage I'm going to try soon...

If your skinny you are underweight, true or false? >> Context-dependent.

Would you wear short shorts, long socks and converse? >> I would if I could wear short shorts without the sensory overload of my thighs touching. I love short shorts so this makes me sad. :( Also, Converse have never struck me as particularly comfortable and my feet are really sensitive to that. Most shoes hurt my feet. Do converse look/feel uncomfortable to you? >> I should have read ahead, lol.

Thing that bothers you? >> The fact that because my room is at the back of the house, I have to make use of a wifi extender, and I have older computers (not even that much older, but the tech obsolescence rate is insane these days), my internet connection is total ass in comparison to what Sparrow gets. I'm so pissed about that, man. Oh, I guess that's also the answer for the "last thing that pissed me off" question.

Do you believe that you can feel energy from others from their thoughts? >> Not their thoughts so much as their bodily energy. Like, the state of their nervous system, what they're actually feeling in their gut (or wherever else their body holds emotion). Which can sometimes be different from how a person is presenting themselves, because not everyone is in tune with their actual emotional state like that. (I know this intimately because I spent most of my life wildly out of tune with mine.)

Would you ever visit a psychic medium? If you would, what would you wanna know? >> Sure, I mean, why not. I don't want to pay for it, but if someone else did, I won't say no. There's nothing in particular I'd want to know, though...

Are some days a waste of makeup? .

Would you buy a Coach bag? >> Absolutely not.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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lillslillslilly · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER TWO

Chapter two

She had spent the last fourteen hours kneading dough and mixing batter and rolling out mix until her hands locked, her head was light from dehydration and her stomach was practically screaming for something consumable. Though every millimetre of her five-foot-three self was monopolised in a dull ache from the uninterrupted production of baked goods, Maxine was glowing with relief, disbelief and reward at the milestone she had just accomplished. She was not phased by the agonising hunger and thirst that her body desperately called out for; instead, it brought a subtle sense of peace, of solidarity to her mind, in tandem to the playlist of soft songs levitating from the speaker in the corner of the bakery, like an energy or an aura.

Positioned above the checkout area, the glass display case exposed a heavenly stash of perfectly browned croissants, glazed cinnamon rolls, an array of stacked cookies and chocolate-chunked brownies, buns and a clique of other devastatingly beautiful pastries and doughs. Shelves encompassing the store accommodated sourdoughs, whole wheats, ciabattas, baguettes, paninis, ryes… individually wrapped in some sort of cellophane material, accompanied by a little red ribbon holding it in place. A freshly polished glass casing lined the centre of the back cherry-red wall, occupied by several fresh pies – cherry, blackberry, peach, pumpkin, apple – each one satisfyingly golden and crisp. Pies were always Maxine’s favourites to make; she enjoyed watching them bake, fruit bubbling, seeping through the flawlessly measured lattice on top, eventually settling, leaving a dye of colour around the pastry. Below the array of pie, still filling the casing, lay angelic looking, soft to the touch, heavenly tasting cakes (two teared with a generous layer of butter icing between tears and coating the top of the exterior): Victoria sponge, triple chocolate, red velvet (the greatest creation in the whole world in the eyes of Max) and coffee and walnut. Depending on which she believed would suit best to each specific cake, Max had dusted them with either silver or gold edible glitter – very lightly as if it was from a fairy. The interior of the bakery also looked as though Maxine had waved a magic wand over it: everything was pristine, perfect. The magnolia walls hung paintings of all sorts of baked goods – paintings her best friend had created for her throughout their friendship ready to store in the bakery she always dreamed of, and so she had kept every single one from over the years for this exact purpose. Crimson, cursive LED lights hung above the checkout counter read ‘welcome’ to match the single red wall hosting the pies and cakes. Earlier in the week, Maxine had purchased two small, rounded, metal tables with shiny, metal, basket-like chairs for customers to eat-in. A few cans of red spray paint and an afternoon of DIY later, she had a small seating area to compliment the red theme that she had been going for. And of course, weaved around the legs of the tables and chairs, and among the sides of the checkout counter were fairy lights.

She was finishing writing products and prices on the colossal chalk board that had earlier been fused to the wall, when a faint but familiar knock presented itself at the door. Behind it: her best friend with a face full of excitement. This was the first time that she had let Wrenn see the bakery; the finished result. She wanted it to be perfect before she let anybody else see, not even her best friend, and now it was.

“Holy shit,” Wrenn gasped as she bounced inside of the store, encouraging her roommate to move to the side. “You did it, like actually. God, it’s just how you described it when we were younger.”

She’s looking around now, spinning in circles, her eyes fixing onto all the different views of the room, occasionally humming with agreement. She giggled at the sight of the fairy-lights knowing that Maxine could not and would not resist incorporating them into the design somehow. Amused, she paced around, letting her eyes bring in all of it.

Then she paused, frozen, glaring up at the paintings on the magnolia walls. She was silent for a moment (which was an unheard-of event for ‘Miss talks-a lot’), as she processed the familiar artwork that lay before her eyes. Wrenn herself broke the silence after gathering her thoughts with a near whisper, “You kept them? ALL of them?”

“Of course I did.” Maxine chuckled in reply, gently caressing the signature, Wrenn’s signature, at the edge of one of the canvases with a chocolate cupcake painted onto it.

“I said I would put them in my bakery, so I have. Besides, I think they bring the whole look together, you know?”

After few soft smiles were exchanged between the pair, Maxine found herself being tackled into a bear-hug, both girls still giggling like teenagers at a sleepover.

“I am really, really, really proud of you Maxie.”

“You are?”

“I am.”

It was starting to get darker earlier, October in the UK and all, and colder too. The bitter air bit at the girls sharp forcing Max to wrap her wine-red scarf around her, covering her nose and mouth. She was aware that it would be a late finish and a cold evening, so she had worn her black trench coat too. Maxine had never really minded the cold weather because she argued that one could always layer up to stay warm or drink a hot drink or tuck yourself in bed, and instead hated the summer. Wrenn always gave the opposing argument that summer in the UK was pathetic: it was barely hot, rained a lot and only lasted a few weeks.

“You’ll love summer abroad. We could go to Spain! Or Los Angeles! Or Portugal!” She’d say.

“We could lay in the sun and get tans and drink martinis.” She’d say.

“We can cool off in the pool and wear our bikinis all of the time.” She’d say.

But Max did not want to go to Spain or Los Angeles or Portugal. She did not want to lay in the sun. She did not want to drink martinis. She did not want to cool off in the pool. She did not want to wear her bikini all the time. And she certainly did not want the summer, though she agreed with her because that’s what friends do. However, she’d rather be curled up by a fireplace with a blanket and a book, some fairy-lights and candles glowing, a coffee, and rain splatting the window: undisturbed. That was what she wanted.

They had been strolling back in the direction their apartment for a while discussing their plans for the rest of the evening. Eventually, the two decided that they’ll stop at the coffee house that resides just beside their apartment block and then they’ll order a pizza and watch a movie to end their day. ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ was their final decision for the movie after a pointless debate on what to watch – this settled right in the middle of their choices: romance and comedy. Perfect – it was also one of Maxine’s favourites, so she felt as though she had still won regarding deciding the film.

‘LIVE LOUNGE COFFEE’ was quite vintage, classical from the outside. The exterior was a deep brown with vines growing along the wood like veins. It seemed quite tiny, secluded and still from the outside. It seemed untouched. Why had it taken them both so long to investigate this coffee house? Maxine especially had become dependent on caffeine, so why has she not visited the coffee house that is quite literally attached to her apartment? In a way, it never really crossed her mind; she hadn’t even fathomed that there was a coffee house attached to her apartment until Wrenn’s mentioning of it on their walk home. Better late then never though, she thought.

Wrenn pushed the door open into the shop, which was rather heavy so this must have been an old shop as they figured, and stepped in, Maxine close behind. She was taken by surprise – this is not what she had thought the interior would look like: it was so… modern; unique? Sofas of mix and matched colours and sizes and an additional similar array of armchairs consumed a lot of the interior. Bar stools and taller tables were dotted around two large speakers which outlined a stage-like area towards the back right hand side of the room. Nothing matched except the walls which were all white, however they were plastered in a series of different quotes and posters. Max was a perfectionist: everything she ever worked on was thought about so particularly for it to be perfect. She needed that control. This was nothing like that. This was unorganised and randomised… so why did she like it?

“Hmm, comfy,” she whispered under her breath as she untangled herself from her scarf, to which her friend turned to her with a facial expression of a mix of surprise and satisfaction.

“Coffee, a beverage that smells like fresh ground heaven,” Maxine read from one of the quotes on the wall to her left. “Amen to that.” Her eyes took one last stroll around the interior of the coffee house until they locked with an unfamiliar pair across the counter. She’d been so caught up with the interior that she hadn’t realised how empty it was, except this pair of forest-brown eyes connected to hers.

“Good evening. How are you?” spoke a soft voice – a soft voice that she did not recognise as her own, nor her best friend’s. A beautiful voice. An angelic voice. A calm voice. It was like music to her ears: blissful and sweet, but soft like feathers.

She realised she was still maintaining eye contact with this person’s exquisite set of russet eyes, and she felt herself burning up, turning red. She swallowed and quickly looked down at her feet. ‘What the fuck is happening?’ she thought to herself. Taking a slow and quiet deep breath Max repositioned her eyes once more, desperate to see the owner of the eyes she had connected with. Her muscles tensed and her breathing fastened. Her once blistery cold skin was now forming beads of sweat as she warmed up against her coat.

She started at the bottom so she could avoid the trance those eyes put her in. They wore a clearly loved pair of Doc Marten boots (she could tell from the frays and the scratches that consumed them), shiny and laced all the way to the top of the ankle. They connected to a pair of black jeans pulled over a long pair of legs. Her eyes glided up to their hips, flawlessly curved, falling into a petite waist shaped by a small apron pulled around it and tied with a bow. Her breathing heavied again, falling irregular now. After a moment of trying to collect herself, she continued her eyes on their journey up, analysing this stranger. One of their hands sat dominantly on their waist while the other was twirling the end of one of two long, midnight black braids, which reached just above it. There was a smooth, shiny coat of amethyst purple painted across their nails without a single chip and each of their fingers had a ring, some even having multiple, except for their thumbs and their wedding finger which remained empty. Each ring was a different colour, shape, style to the last – they were mix-matched like the furniture; Maxine shocking liked it, like the furniture. Her eyes were fixed for a second, until eventually continuing their investigation to their arms and shoulder, which were covered by the cotton sleaves of their black long-sleeved t-shirt. Around their neck dangled one singular silver necklace connected to a small charm of the initial ‘V’, which hung in the centre of their chest. Her eyes continued searching, flowing up their goosebump-covered neck. Was she cold? Was she nervous? Max was nervous. Three silver hooped earrings were situated in each lobe and an industrial bar, also silver, positioned itself diagonally at the top of their left ear. Wrenn and Max always debated silver or gold jewellery and she was always team silver; she assumed they were too. Her eyes proceeded to progress down their jawline, to their lips, which were coated in a thin layer of clear lip-gloss, smiling a toothless smile in her direction. Their lips were so full, especially the bottom one – perfectly plump and a rich rose shade. Their lips were flawless, so her eyes fixed onto them longer. Her hands stated to grow sweaty now, and she could feel her skin turning a raspberry shade of red again. Slowly, she inhaled another silent breath hoping to slow her racing heart or at least somewhat cool her down as she started at their lips. Eventually, she pulled her eyes up once again, resuming their travel to a nose ring – also a silver hoop (assuming to match with the lobe hoops) though it is thinner and smaller. Circling around the eyes she once connected with to avoid it happening again, they analysed the arch in their eyebrows, the perfect shape and the bar of jewellery that ran through the one on the right-hand side. Eyebrow piercing? Hot. Those luscious set of brown eyes caught her attention once more and again she was completely monopolised by them. Her breathing was out of control this time and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Why does this keep happening? She began to get flustered. Her coat was becoming a real issue – it was too hot in here. It was almost like she was out of her own body, like she had no control. She was captivated by those eyes. She inhaled one more time and led her eyes down the long wing of eyeliner running down their face and finally closed her eyes.

“Fine, thanks. How are you?” a voice answered. It wasn’t her voice. It continued, “Wait, are you guys open?” Once she finally had her breath back, Max opened her eyes to look at her friend, who was smiling softly at the stranger behind the counter with the capturing eyes.

“Yeah of course. What can I get you?” the stranger’s soft, feathery voice spoke again.

“A green tea, please and…” she turned to look at Maxine, who had not digested any of the words that had been spoken since they entered the coffee house. She flinched, snapping out of her thoughts.

“Hmm?” she mumbled to Wrenn.

“What do you want to order?” she questioned, nodding her head towards the stranger behind the counter.

“Oh, erm. A coffee, black,” she spoke under her breath, almost a whisper. Wrenn was looking at her again now but with an expression that she wasn’t familiar with. She broke eye contact and returned her eyes to her feet. She felt fidgety, pressing on the skin around her fingernails behind her back.

“Do you want some sugar with that, darling?” the feathery, angel voice sung out once more. Max froze, her eyes still fixed onto her Mary Jane black heels. Shit, do I want sugar? No.

“Erm, yes please.” She answered.

Shit.

“How many?”

None.

“Just one please.”

What the fuck.

The only sound in the room now was the stranger making the girls’ drinks, Maxine’s heavy breaths and pounding heart, although she hoped she was the only one that could hear those last two things.

After a couple of silent minutes, the stranger comes over with the drinks and hands them to the girls, reinforcing the uncomfortable eye contact that Maxine so desperately avoided, yet so desperately craved.

“Here you are,” she smiled as she handed Wrenn her tea, followed by, “there you go, sweetie.”

What the fuck.

Maxine nodded, still maintaining eye contact, however her breathing was becoming more regular now. She still felt like melting on the spot, but she was calmer and so now she just admired the face that she had analysed a few short minutes ago.

“Pretty quiet night for you I’m guessing,” Wrenn voiced.

The stranger hummed in agreement, and Max wasn’t the one to break the fixed eyes this time. The stranger let out a gentle chuckle. “Yeah, I suppose we don’t get many caffeine hungry people this time of night. They won’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Back at their apartment, Maxine released a slice of pepperoni pizza from her grip, flopping it back into the greasy inside of the box she had previously taken it out of. She thought that after having all but a croissant today would mean that she would have devoured more than two slices, however her mind was running and therefore her appetite was pretty low. Usually, she would be irritatingly reciting the script of the movie playing in front of her, however today it was merely background noise to her seamless thoughts. In a loop, her mind projected images of those piercing eyes from the coffee house, then to those lips; to the hands and then the waist; to each of the piercings; circulating back to those poisoning eyes – a never ending cycle. But why, why was this happening? Did she really care that much? Did she even care at all? Why would she care? She doesn’t care. Why is she so fixed to this?

An elbow interacted with her hip, sharp but not painful.

“Right, what’s wrong?” Wrenn said looking to her. “You’ve been radio silent since we got in.” It’s true, she had been, though she hadn’t realised; her mind had been on the loudest volume distracting her from noticing.

“Nothing,” she began, “Well, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just tired.”

“Right okay…” her friend spoke, holding onto the tune of the last word, followed by a short hum of thought. “So, I take it that this has something to do with what happened downstairs?” And she could read her like a book, apparently. Maxine didn’t even bother to deny her behaviour – her friend saw right through her, and she knew that from the second she asked what was wrong.

“How bad was it? God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I mean, you were bright red, fidgety and protruding Darth Vader breaths when she called you ‘darling’ so…” Wrenn went quiet, trying to decide carefully her next words to not stress Maxine out any further. She did eventually chime back up, “I don’t think she noticed though, maybe I just did because I know you so well. It wasn’t so bad. Actually, I think it’s rather sweet.”

That did not offer Max any clarity whatsoever. She swallowed down the last of her coffee and nodded in agreement, though Wrenn knew she wasn’t convinced.

#wlw #original work #original writing #sapphic #romance #slow burn #lgbtq

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