#diy salt lick

[archangeltwins]

Title: DIY Distraction

Fandom: Dominion

Pairing: Gabriel x Female Reader

Rating: Mature, depictions of sexual content

Summary: Sometimes watching him is all it takes...

A/N: have some spice bc why the hell not

Gabriel had strong hands and arms, much stronger than you. Ones that could splinter wood, pulverize boulders. Strength of the cosmos bound into a humanlike vessel. His sleeves were folded, exposing the hair dusting his forearms. Sparks highlighted them each time he whet his blade. You sat upon the throne's edge and observed. To think, it could easily sever muscle from bone; and you'd seen him wield it with wicked intent in the past.

He didn’t mind the silence, talking about his day and the heralds he'd sent out on scouting assignments. Raiding what they thought appropriate for their lord's dwelling. You nodded occasionally.

Chin in hand, you couldn’t help but drift into one of many fantasies. That one time he'd let you lick sweet wine from those digits had been heaven. Without noticing you brought your fingertips up and traced them over your lips. Force of habit.

The archangel slowed, the hissing whine of rock on metal lingering. “Sweetling, do you mind? That thing you’re doing. It’s distracting.”

You looked up and saw him staring, those blues suddenly the color of storm-tossed waves.

“Oh, is it?” Confusion turned to crafty intrigue. “Well, I’ll have you know that what you’re doing is distracting, too.”

“Hm? Sharpening my sword?”

“Uh-huh." Reaching out, you took the hand closest and brought it upwards. His gaze was pinned vacantly as you drew a finger into your mouth. Leisurely, you lave your tongue over the pad. The warmth, the taste of him. Salt and leather and metal. There came a catch in his breath. The blade falls, as does the whetting-stone. The metallic clang's easily forgotten.

The end rests on your bottom lip, pressing soft flesh into your teeth. He swallows thickly. Your cheeks are flush, circling and suckling gently. Chest rises and falls, balancing precariously on the arm. Once withdrawn, you crawl into his lap.

His free hand grips your nape, tugging closer. Hands going to his shoulders, you're left straddling his thigh. Your lips touch briefly, the sensation leaving you giddy. Tasting like ozone. Coarse stubble creates a delightful burn as he peppers the column of your throat.

"...you like my hands?" He murmurs, voice low and intimate between you. 

"Yeah, I'd say so." You try to match him, but the hitch, and tremors give you away. Your shirt's come undone, riding above your hip. Knuckles skim your belly, gently toying at the button of your jeans.

The followed tug wrenches you from hazy desire. They slide low, thumbs hooking on the frayed hem. His palms are hot — moreso than desert sand left to the sun's scorch. Taking handfuls of flesh to knead. His mouth captures yours, swallowing your gasp. A squeeze prompts you forward, rubbing slick leather. His lips curl in a smirk.

"Gabriel—"

"Hush." He orders. His hands then move to your inner thighs and unconsciously you spread wider. Left panting, shaky exhales stir his bangs. He cups you through soaked cotton.

"I spoil you," Gabriel purrs, voice dripping with honeyed satisfaction in the silence. "I own you."

He knows all the ways to break you, make you come undone, and then some. 

"You do," You respond, distracted. His lips ghost your ear, teeth nipping. His breath is hot, and you shiver. Jeans bunched around your ankles, his fingers tug the damp material between your legs. 

"Oh, fuck, Gabriel—" 

"Gladly," He breathes, pulling your underwear aside. He parts soft folds, soaked with your slick. Then, the middle one sinks to the knuckle, thumb circling your clit. You whine pitifully, bucking against him. It was slow, at first, as he relished noises you made. Pumping in, then out, curling, plunging—

Two, this time. Your walls flutter, clenching, wet sloshing accompanying muffled gasps. You grind down against those fingers, sparks turning to stars.

There had to have been a damp spot, because you swore you could feel him.

Was he just as aroused as you were? He was.

Tracing battle-scarred links, they wander to his belt buckle. Frustrating slab of cold metal keeping your prize from you. How dare. Cheekily you drag your palm over his crotch, feeling him twitch. He shifts, sinking back in the throne. You grin, all teeth as you meticulously peel his fly apart. As you do, your thumb grazes the head through his briefs. 

"Fucking tease," Gabriel hisses, a groan bubbling up from his throat. He exhales, hard.

Pecking his jaw, you eagerly tug his waistband lower. His head drops as you stroke, letting your nails lightly scrape the underside. You grasp his chin with the other, turning his head. He gives sloppy, openmouthed kisses. Moaning into them. Wholly abandoned his angelic nature now. A grimace - not of pain, but pleasure - overtakes him. His hips buck. Mindlessly rutting as his climax approaches.

He doesn't want this to end. He doesn't. Neither do you.

Your orgasm hits hard, thighs quivering and trembling, lip bitten. Moments later he jerks in your grasp, throbbing as spurts of hot, sticky seed coat his shirt.

Wrung-out, you slump against him. Euphoria floods your body, every nerve ending tingly. The following minutes feel like eternity while coming down. Waiting's worth it. Softening, he tucks himself back into his trousers. He then hums contentedly, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

"Thank you."

"Mmhm." You lift your gaze upwards, face having been buried in his neck. "Wait - what for?"

He waggles his brows. "For lending a helping hand."

You groan in feigned annoyance, playfully smacking his chest. Your nose scrunches. "Really? After all that? A pun - seriously? Oh my god, you're such a dork, Gabe."

"You know you love it."

"Shut up, feathers."

[lexa-griffins]

Do farm clexa have a sustainable/organic way to have clittor wars?

****glitter wars

Avdjsnsodndodndodnd 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like Saige and the twins are the kiddos who want to play with glitter the most. But although Lexa is alright with regular messes, a glitter mess is muuuch more than she can handle 😂 the moment she sees Clarke trying to sneak that plastic glitter into the house she is demanding it to be hidden away, she doesn't care how much of a softy Clarkr is for Saige, Skie and Willow's puppy eyes, she will not infest the house with glitter.

"But you have cream with glitter on it!"

"Did you ever eat glitter because I put glitter cream on my chest? Because you will with that one!"

"Not without wanting to...."

In the end Clarke has to console her children crying and begging for glitter and after some searching on the family's massive tower of a computer and laggy internet, she manages to find some homemade diy glitter fun with salt and food coloring. Still doesn't make Saige's drawings sparkle and she isn't allowed to throw it out side all willy nilly but she gets to live of her fairy dreams and the twins can actually lick the damn glitter because those two tiny goblins really just wanted to taste it 😂

[safethaw]

6 Safe Ice Melters For Concrete Driveways To Use This Winter

Brrr, it's cold outside, and your driveway's turning into a mini ice rink! Choosing the right ice melter is like picking the perfect winter coat – it needs to keep you warm (or in this case, slip-free) without any unwanted side effects. Let's chat about the top safe ice melter for concrete options, ensuring you don't accidentally turn your driveway into a DIY ice sculpture project. Safe Thaw: The Driveway Guardian First on our list is Safe Thaw, the superhero of ice melters. This product is like that friend who always has your back – reliable, trustworthy, and never lets you down. It's the ultimate safe ice melter for concrete, boasting a chloride-free and toxin-free resume. This means it won't play the villain to your driveway, pets, plants, or property. Its secret weapon? A patented formula featuring a modified crystalline amide core with a special glycol mixture. It's like having the latest tech gadget that's super cool and actually works. Beet Juice Mixtures: The Quirky Eco-Warrior Now, let's talk about beet juice mixtures. Beet juice mixes might sound like a hip, eco-friendly choice, but they’re a bit like that trendy diet everyone tries and then quietly quits. Sure, they’re kinder to your driveway than the harsh stuff, but they can be messy and not quite as effective. It’s like choosing a biodegradable straw that dissolves in your drink – good effort, but not quite there. Calcium Magnesium Acetate (CMA): The Gentle Giant Next up is Calcium Magnesium Acetate, or CMA. Picture a well-meaning, gentle product that just doesn’t pack enough punch. It’s like a polite guest at a party who doesn’t really mingle. Yes, it's a safe ice melter for concrete, but it's also slow and can put a dent in your wallet. It's like splurging on a luxury car that doesn't go over 30 mph. Coffee Grounds: The DIY Hack For a DIY twist, consider coffee grounds. While they're not going to melt ice, they provide traction and are a green choice. Sprinkling coffee grounds is like wearing those DIY knitted mittens from grandma – not a professional solution, but they offer a homemade touch. Again it is not good for your paw friends and children. If licked by your pets it can cause heartburn, stomach upset, increased bowel movements, sleep problems, and anxiety in children as well as pets. So choose wisely. Sand: The No-Frills Traction King Sand is the old reliable of ice management. It won't melt anything, but it'll give you the grip you need for some time creating a huge mess to clean your driveway to clean. It’s like those classic, no-nonsense winter boots – they’re not fancy, and they cannot work efficiently for anyone to not fall.  Traditional Salts: The Not-So-Good Old Days Traditional salts – think sodium chloride, magnesium chloride, potassium chloride – are the equivalent of using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. They’re effective, sure, but they can be a nightmare for your concrete driveway, leading to cracks and damage. It’s like those old-school, heavy winter coats – they keep you warm but are bulky and can wear you down. Wrapping It Up: Your Winter Game Plan When choosing a concrete safe I c e melt, think of it as planning your winter strategy. Safe Thaw is the clear winner here, I like investing in a high-quality winter coat that's both stylish and practical. It keeps your driveway clear without any of the nasty side effects associated with harsher alternatives. So, this winter, arm yourself with the right tools and say goodbye to ice-related woes. Your driveway (and your back) will thank you! Read the full article

[waterfiltergurus]

How to Dispose of Water Softener Salt Safely and Effectively

Whether you've stopped using your water softener or you're switching to better-quality salt, you might have a few bags of water softener salt that you don't know what to do with. In this guide, we've shared the best ways to dispose of water softener salt. 📌 Key Takeaways: - You can dispose of water softener salt by throwing it in your household trash, dissolving it in your bath water, giving it to a friend or neighbor, sprinkling it onto your driveways to melt ice, and using it to kill weeds and unwanted plants. - Don't get rid of softener salt by simply pouring it in a pile outside, and don't reuse the salt for cooking purposes. - Most water softener salt bags aren't suitable for recycling and should be trashed with other household items. ✅ How To Dispose Of Water Softener Salt: 7 Best Methods 1) Throw It Away In Your Household Trash Salt isn't toxic or considered a major environmental hazard, so you can throw it away in your household trash. Simply dump the salt in a sturdy trash bag and set it out with the rest of your garbage. However, we don't recommend throwing out your salt unless you need to act quickly (e.g. if you're moving and you don't have room to bring the salt with you) or there's an issue with the salt (such as damage due to poor storage), since this is quite wasteful. 2) Dissolve It In Your Bath Water Another quick method of disposing of water softener salt is to dissolve the salt in bath water. Fill your bath with hot water, then add a bag of salt and wait for it to dissolve. Pull the plug to drain the salty water. Some areas have regulations on salt waste in water supplies, so make sure you're not doing anything illegal before using this method of salt disposal. 3) Use It To Melt Ice In The Winter Even if it's no longer needed in your water softener system, you may as well give your water softener salt a second life by using it for another purpose. One option is to save your salt until the winter, then use it to melt your driveway and the sidewalks near your home. Simply sprinkle the salt onto the icy spots and wait for it to work. 4) Use It To Kill Weeds Water softener salt is a great DIY weedkiller. Salt is absorbed by weeds' root systems, disrupting their water balance and dehydrating them until they die. You can use your water softener salt for small-scale de-weeding purposes where watering or rainfall will dilute it over time. Just add 1 part salt to 3 parts water, then wait for the salt to dissolve before distributing the solution over your weeds. Keep in mind that water softener salt isn't suitable for use in big areas of land. Excessive salt changes soil conditions and makes growing plants impossible for several years. 5) Give It To A Friend Or Neighbor You won't be the only person in your neighborhood who uses a water softener. If the salt is still suitable for use in water softening systems, ask friends or neighbors if they'd like to take it off you. Even if nobody wants the salt for a softener, they might still take it for de-icing or weed-killing purposes. You could also post on your local Facebook group if you don't know anyone personally who wants to take the salt. 6) Sell It Locally If you've got a few bags of unopened salt, you could make a profit. Sell the salt on Facebook Marketplace, GumTree, or another local selling website, at a lower cost than a dealer or big box store would offer. You should find a few interested locals who appreciate that they can collect your salt themselves and avoid the shipping fees associated with buying online. 7) Make A Deer Salt Lick Salt licks - a block of salt left in a forested area - are attractive to deer and other wildlife. Salt licks contain nutrients that are essential in deers' diets, and artificial mineral licks can be used to support the local ecosystem. 👨‍🔧 You can make an artificial salt lick from leftover water softener salt. Just put the salt in a bucket or scatter it into the ground, mixing it with soil, in a sheltered, wooded area. Just make sure your salt is close to 100% sodium and contains no rust removers or additives that might be dangerous to local wildlife. ❌ How NOT To Dispose Of Water Softener Salt Don't Dump it Outside Don't just dump your water softener salt in a pile at the bottom of your yard or in another outdoor location. Over time, rain will dissolve the salt and cause high levels of sodium ions to seep into the surrounding environment, contaminating soils and potentially getting into natural water sources. While salt isn't dangerous or toxic, it changes soil and water conditions, which may kill plants and aquatic life. If you have a septic system, the excess salt could damage that, too. It's much better to dispose of your salt with other solid waste in the garbage, since landfill sites are usually contained to prevent (or at least reduce) pollution in the surrounding areas. Don't Use It For Cooking Although it's good to think of less wasteful alternatives to simply disposing of your softener salt in the garbage, you shouldn't reuse your softener salt for cooking. Water softener salt is perfectly safe for consumption when it's used in water softeners - but that's because only a very small, carefully measured amount of salt is dissolved in soft water. You don't drink salty water from a softener system by any means. Due to its likelihood of containing impurities, water softener salt isn't fit for human consumption. Whether you have rock salt, solar salt, or any other type of softener salt, it isn't designed to flavor or season foods, and it isn't edible. 🙋‍♂️ How To Dispose Of Water Softener Salt Bags You've used up a bag of softener salt in your ion exchange system - what do you do with the bag? Most manufacturers selling salt for water softeners DON'T use recyclable bags. That means you shouldn't put your sodium or potassium chloride in your recycling or return them to grocery stores with other plastic bags. Unfortunately, the only option is to dispose of the bags in your garbage with other solid waste. Reach out to the manufacturer to see if they can offer any specific solutions to their customers. ❔ FAQ Does water softener salt expire? No, water softener salt doesn't expire. That means, even if you take a break from using your water softener system, you can still use the salt a few years on as long as you've stored it in dry, cool, conditions with no risk of outside contamination. What do you do with old salt from a water softener? There are lots of things you can do with old salt from a water softener, including dumping the salt with your trash, dissolving the salt in your bath water and letting it drain out of your plumbing, or giving it to a friend or a neighbor. How should I get rid of my water softener's brine solution? The easiest way to discharge unwanted brine solution (highly concentrated salty water) from your water softener is to drain it into a nearby sanitary sewer - as long as the brine meets regulatory requirements. If your local area allows the use of salt-based softeners, then you'll be able to simply pour the unwanted brine down the drain, since your softener regularly drains brine during regenerations anyway. Can I reuse water softener salt? Yes, you can reuse water softener salt as long as it has been stored correctly. For instance, if you've bought a new water softener, it should be safe to transfer the salt from the brine tank into the new brine tank (as long as both water softeners take the same type of salt). Or, you could reuse water softener salt to melt ice on your driveway or kill weeds in your yard. Just don't use it for cooking purposes. Read the full article

[stardustsel]

Selena tries not to dwell on what it was like — the nights and days that weren't occupied by Misha himself but rather with thoughts of himself instead, but it's admittedly difficult. There's pent-up guilt there, minutes becoming hours before whole weeks had run their course and she'd begun to consider what life would have to look like without him in the same capacity — a narrative she neither wanted to write nor be the main character of. They don't talk for a moment — and Selena's grateful for this, the moments of just breathing in scents of salt and sea and him — but he opens his mouth again and she unravels just as easily as she did the first night the depths of her mind were no longer well-kept secrets. I love you too.

"Those flowers you gave me for Valentine's Day pressed perfectly, by the way," she admits, a rosy shade dusting along her cheekbones. "I was thinking maybe I could teach a workshop on floral pressing one day, so other people could immortalize memories just as sweet as the ones we made that night in a similar way..." Her voice trails off, but the sentiment lingers; she's neglected to mention in their banter that she actually has done some unpacking, just enough to find all the pieces of them — pictures, gifts, letters — and they all have a new special spot in her new place. "I want to know what you've been up to as well," she adds with a scrunch of her nose and playful lilt in her tone. "Is there a new DIY project I need to be in the loop on? It was a bit of woodwork the last time, I think... how did that all end up, anyway?"

They do say that sometimes distance makes the heart grow fonder. He's right — she knows he is. It is Misha, after all. Even when he's blatantly wrong, Selena can always find a sliver of truth in his words. She's decided it's just the kind of person he is — someone who often speaks in such earnest can never really be entirely wrong. "I know you're right," she eventually offers, because she does, "but in the same vein, I'd rather grow more fond right next to you. I used to think it was impossible to love you more than I did — or do — but I surprise myself every day." Her motions mimic his; she slips out of her flats and follows him toward the shore, feet squishing into the cold of the sand and her thumb tracing the outline of his hand in her own.

Selena follows him easily; where he goes, she wants to be — and the sun begins to tiptoe across the length of the horizon, leaving the sky painted shades of blues, yellows, and orange. "I feel the same," she nods after silence returns between them, licking across her lips as she turns her head to face him and a smile slides onto her features. "I'm really, really excited for the next chapter of the story we're writing — and even though I'm not one for all the clichés, I think that metaphor is my favorite." She takes a deep breath as she gazes at the expansive sky, giving his hand a squeeze while maintaining her focus out beyond the water. "I didn't think I'd be a forever kind of person," she says, laughing breathily in spite of herself, "but I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have forever with you."

It feels good to hear her say those words and at the same time, it fills Misha with a sadness, thinking about what her own internal monologue must have been like. If it was at all similar to his own, that deep ache in his chest only grows, and he is painfully aware of the nights he spent reaching for a person that wasn't there. Days in his lonely house, before he moved here, with the traces of her still lingering that he never had the heart to pack away or get rid of. Nothing's worse than thinking you'd never look at me like this again. Misha had different words to describe it, but he understood that feeling all too well – but there is relief in hearing her validate his own fears.

Her gentle touch is easy to lean into, his eyes closing, a quiet gust of breath passing through his lips when their mouths part. "I love you too," he mirrors her sentiment in a low voice, nearly swept away by the ocean breeze. He fights the urge to apologize again, but the I'm sorry is still there on his tongue, trying to force its way past his teeth and lips to be known yet again. He listens to her speak of those things they had talked about, the promises they made before the wedge was driven between them, and he feels lucky. Lucky that she hasn't forgotten, that even though they're in some way wiping the slate clean, that those daydreams Misha found himself caught up in are still on her mind too. "If there isn't, we'll make room," he muses, lips pulling up into a half smile, "And I can't wait to see what you have to show me. We have some catching up to do and I'm happy to spend my days doing it, if it means being next to you."

Misha thinks on Selena's words for a moment, his expression that of pondering, and then he smiles – a slow growing, gentle grin that brightens his once dull eyes against the backdrop of a cloudy sky. "I'm not much for platitudes, but they do say that sometimes distance makes the heart grow fonder." He peels away, but only far enough to make a slight movement, to take her hand and lace their fingers together. The warmth of her hand in his somehow makes it feel like all of this is going to be okay. Misha doesn't want this moment to end, but with the sun already hidden behind the thicket of gray clouds and evening fast approaching, he wants to take in this scene with her while they still have daylight. He toes off his shoes at the threshold between parking lot gravel and soft, cool sand and momentarily relishes the feeling before turning back to her, giving her hand a light squeeze.

"There is no one who makes me feel more myself than you do," comes his own admission as he attempts to lead her down to the beach, devoid of people because of the looming possibility of rain. His eyes flit to the serene ocean, his lips still turned up in that same smile. "No more distance. Just the two of us here, together, making new memories with the people we love. That's all I've ever wanted, Sel. You are all I've ever wanted."

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[curseleague]

Our 2nd show at Victory Lounge was fun. Salt Lick sound awesome and it was great to see some familiar faces (Ian from Hollow Earth Radio, Malia & Teddy from Super Projection) and some new ones. Watching The Heartlights from Oakland, CA and No Thank You from Philadelphia perform were special treats as well. Both incredibly tour tight bands.

[wri0thesley]

Request ❤️ Can I please get fic or hcs for horny dilf!Jotaro trying to seduce Jolyne’s friend who is in like her 20s. When she finally gives in she just gently doms him with lots of teasing because she wants him a complete mess. I love sub dilf!Joot sksksksk

NOT SFW/ 18+ ONLY

warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns, sub jotaro, BIG age gap (20+ years, reader’s implied to be in her very early twenties, jotaro is a few years older than stone ocean jotaro). 

He’s pretending he’s not staring, as all three of you eat dinner again. You’ve been staying with Jolyne for a few days, now, and every single day her father’s eyes on you are a little more obvious. You’re not the oblivious kind at all; you’d seen the swallow when he’d been introduced to you, the darting of his eyes as he’d tried not to look at your body in your dress - you might not be the most experienced person in the whole world, but you’re certainly experienced enough to know that Jotaro Kujo’s interested. 

You flirt a little bit, when Jolyne’s not around. You wear your skirts a little shorter and your shirts a little lower, you smile and flutter your eyelashes, you accidentally bump into his chair with your hip when you need to leave the room. Jotaro makes an attempt to flirt back, too (that’s what keeps you going, pushing him just a little bit further). He asks for your help holding a ladder when he needs to do some DIY around the house (Jolyne rolls her eyes and sighs and asks why it can’t just wait). He holds your gaze a little longer. He passes you things over the table, his fingers brushing yours for just a little longer than they should--

He’s not subtle, but he never does it when Jolyne is watching. Their relationship is fragile, and even he has enough emotional intelligence to know not to knock it off its axis just yet. So it’s quiet, rushed little things. Your flirts are not as clumsy as his - you would never expect a man who looks like that, at his age, to be clumsy with love, but there it is - but they are undoubtedly there, simmering beneath the surface. It’s a fun game to play - not quite letting him catch on. Teasing him. 

And then, Jolyne is suddenly called away because her mother is sick and needs someone to look after her (“Nothing serious,” Jolyne chirps, “but she needs someone to handle the day to day stuff for a few days! No sweat!”), and after she’s checked several times that it’s okay to leave you there - your own home is a few states away, having college friends can be like that sometimes - you find yourself alone in the house with Professor Jotaro Kujo. And he . . . well. If you’d thought his attempts were clumsy when he was attempting to be covert with Jolyne around, they are clumsier when it’s simply you and him. 

He doesn’t come right out and say it, though it’s obvious that he wants you. He avoids you for a day, awkward, flushing when you greet him or need to ask him questions - and then, the day after, he seems to swallow his pride. He stays in your vicinity. He watches you, and speaks to you, and asks you questions - and when you come down for dinner one day in a dress that’s a little tighter than normal, he swallows. When he speaks to you, his voice is thick, and you know exactly why;

“That looks nice on you,” he says, a grunt. You know by now that he’s not verbose; if one word will do, Jotaro sees no point in using twenty. Still - it’s unusual of him to comment on. He doesn’t notice when Jolyne changes her hair to six different wild colours, or when she wears clothes with obscene (but hilarious) captions scrawled across them. You smile at him through lower lashes.

Almost provocatively, you run a hand down one side, emphasising your hip and thigh. 

“You like it?” You ask him. “I wasn’t sure--”

“No,” he says, and there’s the swallow again. His skin has flushed. You can tell that he wants to tear his eyes away from you, but they’re dark. “No, it looks . . . you look nice--”

“I was going to take dinner upstairs, if it’s alright--” You say to him, and almost immediately he starts, his hand reaching out towards you as if to touch your wrist, his tone dark and slow and attempting to be seductive despite the fact that he’s sweating bullets about how much he wants you--

“Eat with me,” he says, his words slow as if he’s trying to think about them before he says something he’ll regret. It’s the most animated you’ve ever seen him - his composure slipping, all because of a dress that shows too much thigh and the fact that you’ve been gently nibbling at the frayed edges of his composure to let loose his desire for weeks. 

Your lips curl into a smirk as you take the seat next to him, your bare knee nudging his leg under the table (he takes a breath in through gritted teeth). Your voice is very, very, very soft when you say; 

“Mr Kujo, I think there’s something you’re hungrier for then dinner.”

~

When you kiss him, he melts - for such a big man, he’s easy to tease and tug along behind you until you’re entering the forbidden domain of his bedroom. It’s easy to put your smaller hands on his shoulders and push him to sit on the bed, comfortably fitting your hips between his muscled thighs, kissing him with slow, burning hunger. Your teeth nip at his lower lip, suckle on the skin (he tastes like sea salt), your fingers wrapping around the nape of his neck and tangling in his dark hair. His hat is discarded - by you, naturally - with a good natured huff of laughter against his lips - and then, you give his hair a tug, and he groans. 

Oh, so he likes to be pushed around a little bit?

You’re not at all averse to that. 

Another bite, Your body presses closer to him, your pelvis pressing against the heat in his snakeskin trousers (he dresses so strangely - then again, it’s not as if Jolyne is the peak of normalcy). He groans again, his hips involuntarily flexing against you as if in search of more friction from your body - but, laughing, you pull away.

“Stay there and be good,” you tell him, smirking, stepping back. Your fingers go to the hem of your dress. You’re agonisingly slow in removing the tight fabric, your hips wiggling, your body feeling suddenly powerful and new under Jotaro’s worshipful gaze. His chest is heaving, his shoulders moving up and down as he tries to control himself, his eyes unable to be torn from every new exposed inch of you. Your bra. Jotaro bucks forward at this, straining as if he wants to touch you - but with a shake of your head and a click of your tongue in reprimand, he controls himself. 

He’s so obedient. What a good boy. You’ll reward him for that. 

And then, your underwear. Sliding over thighs, you look down and see the damp patch (you cannot argue that Jotaro’s bumbling attempts at flirting and the clear way he wishes for more of you is like a carrot in front of a horse for your libido) - and, a soft laugh escaping your lips, you make sure that Jotaro sees the dampness too. And that he tastes it, as you delicately pick up the underwear with two fingers and get onto your knees in front of him, fingers pushing your balled up underwear into his open mouth. 

“Don’t be too loud, now,” you tell him, earnestly serious. He makes a muffled noise of agreement, his knuckles tight on the edge of the bed as he watches you reach for his belts and the concealed zip of the snakeskin (those trousers are skin-tight - you wonder where he bought them). Innocently, as you reach into his underwear, you say; “What if someone comes home early?”

His cock - and Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of man to be handling - twitches in your fingers. Oh, so he’s getting off to the idea of you being a good two decades years younger than him. Cute. He’s flushed, so he’s obviously embarrassed by it - but it’s not like you can say the fact that he’s older and more experienced and your friend’s dad, reduced to putty in your hands, isn’t turning you on, is it? 

You pull him out of his underwear and you have to take a moment just to appreciate the size and weight of him in your fingers; the heaviness of his shaft, the way that his head is leaking precome, pink and needy - you reach forward and lick a slow line across him, relishing the taste of Jotaro in your mouth. The groan he lets forth is mostly kept quiet by your underwear stuffed in his mouth--

Mostly. 

You chide him with the clicking tongue again, circling that same admonishing instrument around the head, licking and suckling at him like an ice cream instead of doing anything so brash as taking him into your mouth and earnestly sucking his cock. You want to - but he’s so cute, flushed and needy and submissive for you like this! One of your hands slides up his thigh, keeping leverage on it (he groans when your fingers dig into muscled flesh) as you take more and more of him into the cavern of your mouth. 

He’s big enough you need the other hand to stay on his cock, leisurely pumping him at a pace that matches your lazy mouth. His hips twitch, his fingers flexing on the bedcovers, whimpers lost amongst the damp lace in his mouth as you give him your attention but simply not enough of it--

After a few moments, you pull back. Your eyes are lazy and lidded.

“Not enough?” You ask him, playing at innocence. Jotaro looks down at you with dark eyes framed with blacker, longer lashes than he has any right to. You know that the piteous look means; ‘more, please’ - but you still want to hear it straight from his mouth.

You rise to your feet and delicately pull the lace from inside his mouth. His cock juts forward, wet with your saliva, nudging needily at your bare thighs. 

“Well?” You ask him. His face, still flushed, looks into yours - he’s struggling with the words. He’s not articulate by any means - and you don’t think that he realises how cute he is. “Do you need more?”

He breaks the gaze. He’s almost bashful when he says;

“C-can I touch you?”

“What else are you going to say?” You ask, tossing your hair, challenge in your gaze and tone. He bites his lip but offers;

“Please?”

“Hmm,” you say, pretending to think about it. “Well . . . Alright. But . . . one condition.”

He nods, fervently, his hands already moving from the bed’s edges to hover over your hips. You smirk wickedly. Once more, your hands rise to his shoulders - but this time, you forcibly push him down so he’s splayed beneath you. Your finger slides over his lips as you say, very soft and quiet--

“You can touch me all you want, but I get to set the pace.”

Your knees are already on the bed, straddling him, his cock pressing against damp folds. There’s a roaring in your stomach; a need to have him desperate and clinging to you and panting as you fuck him. Oh, there’s something that makes you feel so powerful in the way he’s looking at you; the fact that he’s still hovering over your hips, too intimidated by your raw power to hold onto you. You’re sure that nobody who looks at Jotaro Kujo on the street imagines him being the submissive half of a relationship - but it’s so wonderful that he is. 

“What do you think?” You ask, biting your lip, arching your back and moving your hips just so, so the head of his cock (sensitive, slick) rubs against your folds and nudges your clit. He shudders at the sensation. “Do you agree to my terms?”

He’s breathless, his voice low and gritty, a voice that slides down your spine and makes your toes curl.

“Yes--”

Your grin is more ferocious than sexy, but as Jotaro’s hands land shyly on your hips and he blushes harder and turns his face away in embarrassment, just for a moment, you know that he has no complaints. 

His cock sinks an inch into you, slowly, as you lower yourself further and further down-- breathlessly, half-laughing, you reward him.

“Good boy.”

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Shut You Out

90’s Punk!Michael x Non-Binary Reader  -  1626 Words  -  Part 1 of 1

Notes: This was written for @sadistmichael‘s Michael Week! The title comes from my favorite Black Flag song (i know it’s not from the 90s but it’s a vibe). Shout outs to @sexgodashton, @cheekysos for helping me workshop this! It loosely connects to my other 90′s AU Fic which you can read here!

Warnings: Cigarette and alcohol usage, unprotected semi-public sex in an outdoor setting, instances of knife play, rough sex, and a lip piercing. 

“Someday we'll all be rich/ Someday I won't listen to you bitch/ I'll turn up the volume (and shut you out)” -Black Flag “Fix Me.”

The hum of the basement sent shockwaves through your veins. The music was alive. It was raw, real, and hypnotic. The DIY t-shirts our front had been up for grabs. They had the handwritten name of the night’s second act and you were more than happy to pull one on. The punk group’s lead vocal and guitarist made your mouth run dry and your knees want to buckle. Michael was an unwitting icon in the fight against commercialization and the bastardization of music. They hated the way the world was turning people into profit, they hated how people like you were treated- and their endless supply of fight left you breathless.

The flash of metal when Michael sang helped too, the piercing had featured in one too many of your own daydreams- and now you couldn’t keep your eyes off it or him. You watched every stroke of his fingers across the strings, hypnotized by how effortlessly they appeared to find their targets. His body moved with all the intoxicating power of his music’s genre and each time his hand wrapped around the microphone you imagined it pressing against your throat.

There were moments while you were screaming along and dancing, where you felt his eyes on you too. The way your body moved was equally as mesmerizing and there was something absolutely sinful about how the DIY shirt clung to your torso. 

Through the smoke and sweat haze of the overcrowded basement, his eyes found yours. Your already flushed face felt hotter as Michael winked at you and licked his lips, his piercing peaking out. 

The lyrics roared through the basement, the screaming guitars and firecracker drums bounced off the cement in a strange battle cry that had everyone out of the corners moving, and screaming. Your mind was still replaying the image of Michael gripping the mic and licking his lips as the music ended. By the time their set ended everyone in the audience had been transformed by the music and shared that ‘just been fucked’ look, their already disheveled aesthetics further unraveled with sweat. Your throat stung and your body felt supercharged looking to fight, fuck, or both. 

Unable to catch your breath you stumbled upon the stairs and around the back of the house. You leaned against the siding and closed your eyes focusing on that first inhale of smoke. The Pacific Northwest night was cold, the rainfall wasn’t expected to start until the next morning and for now, the world around you was at peace despite the riot inside your mind.

You opened your eyes and saw Michael standing near the backdoor lighting a cigarette of his own. You unconsciously licked your lips watching him. Something about him felt magnetic as if some secret part of you was linked to some secret part of him and refused to be denied any longer. 

“That was a really great show,” you called over to him, fighting your urge to cringe at the awkward platitude.

Michael laughed dryly, freely letting his eyes roam over your body as he approached. 

“You come to these things often?”

You shook your head, “my friend’s band played before you,” you grinned and gestured to the homemade shirt you now wore, “but I guess you could say I’ve been converted.” 

Michael cocked an eyebrow, “converted? Does that mean I get to tell you what to do?” For a moment you noticed the bright color of his eyes before his pupils turned black and intense. The change made your mouth run dry. 

“You’ll just have to try-” you whispered, sliding against Michael, looping your arms over his denim jacket and around his neck. He tasted like sickly sweet copper, cigarettes, and salt- a deadly combination that you instantly craved more of. You let Michael walk you back against the side of the house until you were pressed together. 

The kisses had turned into desperate gnashing of teeth and tongues that left you devastatingly excited when he broke the kiss. Michael panted against your cheek, his hands thickly running over the shirt that read his name. It stretched across your chest tightly the peaks of your nipples teasing him from behind the fabric and he was getting impatient. 

“Can I take this off?” Michael tugged harshly on the shirt and you nodded through the sex-fueled haze. 

He deftly slid a pocket knife out of his jacket and slashed down the front of your shirt before the lusty strangled gasp fell from your lips.“ Oh, you liked that,” he crooned mockingly, pressing you into the wall with his hips, “let’s see what else you like.” He teasingly pressed the flat side of the blade against your collar bone, eagerly drinking up the noises you made at the cool sensation.

Michaels hands now explored your body openly, his mouth often trailing behind as the shirt flashed between movements. The fire was growing too strong between you. In a passionate play of hands and knives and the resounding sound of metal- your pants were pushed to the ground and Michale’s moved down his thighs. You eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted and pressed you into the wall, his growing erection pressing against you teasingly.

His hands clawed over your exposed shoulders and down your back pulling you closer and pushing deeper through your arousal. The scents of cheap beer, cigarettes, sex, and rock’n’roll made your head spin and your knees weak. Your head fell back against the cool siding, a fervent moan escaping your lips as his mouth and bit kissed down your neck.

The trail he left behind flushed pink and then blood-red as the tiny blood vessels burst like fireworks under your skin. His tongue piercing added a stark contrast as he soothed the marks, all while tightening the knot of pleasure growing in your core.

His thrusts scraped your back against the wall, the pain sending shocks of pleasure down your body. He was bigger than you had anticipated and the slight stretch burned deliciously through your body. Michael’s pace was relentless, rocking yourself out your body into the wall bruises blooming across your skin.

Your whines and moans echoed into the night, and down in the basement, another band started. The music reverberated through the house and you felt the dull thrum start again, thankful for the growing noise as you screamed through your climax. Michael’s thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release, each movement overstimulating your sensitive body. 

He shuddered and moaned sinfully as he came, the sound driving you crazy. The blissed-out moment ended time quickly as the clang and stutter of the side screen door echoed around the house. 

Michael swore and carefully set you back on your feet. The both of you shuffled pants back up as footsteps approached.

“Hey!” You said elbowing him pointedly gesturing at the tattered shirt you had been wearing. 

A wolfish grin spread across his face, “what’s wrong sugar? You look great without it.”

You cocked an eyebrow giggling lightly as he handed you his patchwork jacket, which kept the cold out quite nicely. Michael swallowed thickly at the sight of you, easily backing you against the wall for a kiss, teasingly darting his hands under the jacket and around your waist. 

He was about to make a comment about how you almost wore it better than him when another couple stumbled around the corner. They smelled like they were drunk or high, and giggled excessively upon seeing the other couple already there. 

“Sorry, mate didn’t see ‘ya there,” called the blonde who towered over the person in front of him. Even in the partial light you recognized your friend and tried to hide behind Michael. 

Michael laughed again, a dry sound that masked the sound of his ignored belt refastening. “No problem, we were finishing up,” he said with a smirk before quickly walking back to the house, exposing you to your friend. 

They exaggeratedly grinned at you, “nice threads, whaddya do for ‘em?” 

You rolled your eyes at the joke, “nothing you haven’t… d’ya have a light?” 

They nodded and handed you a cigarette, before nodding over to their companion. “Think I should take him home?” You laughed around your cigarette and pretended to carefully inspect her newest prospect. 

“Well, he’s got that starry-eyed golden retriever look going for ‘em. The black nails are a nice touch though. But I’d have to say, uh-“ 

“Luke,” they offered you helpfully.  

“Luke,” you said nodding, “might be fun for a bit.” 

“That’s funny I was just thinking that about,” they said nodding towards Michael. 

“Michael,” you said grinning. 

You both giggled looking between the two and you were happy to see Michael lingering near the side of the house. Although he had a cigarette smoldering in his hand you hoped it was because of you. 

“I think,” your friend said giggling again, “we should share.” 

You laughed openly and shook your head before unconsciously clenching your jaw finally feeling the burning soreness in your thighs. You held the denim jacket tight over your body to keep the cold off your skin, greedily breathing in Michael’s distinct scent. You stomped out the end of your cigarette and smiled at your friend before wishing them good luck. 

You walked away and then turned to walk up the stoop, almost stumbling when Michael grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the jacket that was his, causing gooseflesh to spread across your skin. He held you close to him again and you felt his hot breath on your face, “if you’re not too busy,” he said licking his lips teasingly flashing the metal piercing, “I’m not done with you yet.”

[heretyc]

Short & Sweet Small Outlast Character hc’s [excluding Walrider]

By small, I mean the size of Tinkerbell. I used to do these with my friend but for some reason I can’t find the screenshot of us doing it, so I gotta shoot in the dark. Yeet. Val is in here and she’s her own warning rofl. These are two AU’s put together: the antags aren’t murderous fuckheads [at least towards YOU] and they’re small. Apologies for excluding the Ghost Asshole; I really had no idea as to how I’d write for him. Enjoy!

@nicktremblaywayfu

Nicky boye is in here for you 🥴

Protags

Miles

- If you anger him, he’d misplace your stuff. Your toothbrush is suspiciously gone. Where did your pencils go?

- Don’t bring him out into public cause he’d make you laugh your ass off. 

- If someone is a dick to you he’ll throw mini middle fingers to them. It doesn’t do much. But it’s the effort that counts.

- Pretty motivating! You got work to do? He’ll bring you one of your missing pencils [that he totally didn’t take!] and encourage you.

- Hates scissors and anything to do with them. Ensures you use them carefully.

- “Why are you so frightened, Miles?”

- “If Trager sees me, he’ll chop me in half. Recipe for disaster, my friend.”

- “...Fair.”

Waylon

- He doesn’t like how vulnerable he is, so you can bet your ass he’s frightened of everything that could squish him.

- Protect him.

- He’s a total sweetheart.

- If you’re making cookies he helps by licking the bowl, although he can only get through a quarter of the dough before groaning in pain due to how much he ate.

- He can also make cool little designs on them if you ask.

- He can’t hug you properly so he hugs your fingers. 

- He attempts to make you feel better if you had a bad day.

Blake

- His glasses didn’t minuscule themselves, so he has to deal with Barbie ones. They don’t have real lenses so he suffers.

- He’s fine and feels okay with his situation as long as Val doesn’t find him rofl

- Don’t let Val find him. He trusts you. [But what if you’re Val in disguise? Don’t tell him that.]

- He tries to be independent, but the last straw was when he couldn’t reach the ON button on the coffee maker. God forbid.

- He enjoys walks! Just make sure he doesn’t fall off of your hand or your shoulder.

- He’s too wholesome for his own good, bro.

- He’s like Miles when regarding work, but he’s more intense. Get your work done! The both of you can enjoy sweets afterwards!

Antags

Eddie

- He’s okay with his situation for now.

- He can put thread through the needle a lot easier now, so that’s a plus. [Although he prefers sewing machines!]

- If you have any dolls he’ll make clothes for them.

- He’s a gentleman so he tries to kiss your hand. Tries. He settles with your pinkie instead.

- If he needs help he’ll yell out for you.

- Imagine trying to take a nap, but you hear “DARLING!”, and you assume something happened.

- You run in only to see he’s smiling like an asshole. He mentions that he made you something and he wants your opinion on it.

- Bastard.

- If he gets mad, he’s quite harmless. That fact alone makes him even MORE angry. Just put him in the corner and wait. 

Trager

- HAHAHAAA MOTHERFUCKER 

- Ahem. Sorry.

- He gets bored very quickly.

- He can’t do anything that he likes. Including biology work. It’s bullshit. So he complains and drinks one of those mini bottles of alcohol.

- The only thing he can do is help you if you get a cut or break something minor. Like a finger.

- He gets pissed off if he can’t do what he wants due to his size.

- He wants to write “fingers first, then balls, then tongue” on your walls but he can’t ;( 

- Take some Sharpie and assist him, won’t you?

- He will, without a doubt, insult people in public if they anger him. His size doesn’t matter.

- “FOR FUCKS SAKE LINDA. MOOOOOOVE. GET OUT OF OUR WAYYYY.”

- “Calm down, Ri-” 

- “NO.”

- Then Linda looks back at you in shock and doesn’t believe the fact that a little asshole was screaming at her. 

- TO THE CORNER WITH YOU, TRAGER

Chris

- He’s not that scary anymore!

- He is to small animals, though. Mice begone.

- He’s a big boye so it feels like you’re holding a small bean bag :3c

- His nails might give you a small scratch. Have fun trying to cut them rofl

- Beheads your dolls. Barbie is now headless and Ken is planning her funeral ;(

- He still breathes quite loudly, so if you’re in a quiet place you can hear him.

- He’s a nightmare if something goes wrong outside. He wants to resolve the issue by death

- He can’t wrap his hands around anyone’s neck, so...have fun Chris 

- Do not tell him about the Walrider rofl

- You wanna see two minuscule assholes battling it out? Then please do mention Walrider

Val [EXCITEDLY RUBS HANDS TOGETHER]

- Affectionate. Too affectionate. It’s suspicious, ig

- Hugs your fingers whenever she wants to, cause honestly, would you deny tiny cultist hugs? No? Didn’t think so.

- Tries to hug your face. And lick it. She has a lot of skin to lick with her tongue being the size of a gummy bear’s ear. Have fun, honey 🤪

- [too sexual to list but she takes advantage of your fingers. enjoy your imagination you PERVS]

- Going outside isn’t an issue. She chills on your hand and doesn’t say anything.

- Bad day? That’s illegal. She’ll take care of you as much as she can.

- If she has her heretics, you’ve got an army of fairy-sized individuals wanting to vibe with you.

- Your hands won’t be able to fit em all. :(

Marta

- For someone being fairy-sized, she’s still quite tall.

- Her axe is now toy-sized, so make sure you don’t step on it by accident!

- Still would chase after things. 

- If Val is around, she will be relentless. Do not tell her anything ╰（‵□′）╯

- Stepping on her axe would be like stepping on a Lego. OW

- She likes incense sticks, so give them to her if you can :D

- Her size won’t stop her from liking incense!

- Break off a bit and she can put it in her weapon for floral-scented violence!

- YUM!

- She’ll read with you and turn the pages for you. She’s so nice  if you exclude her rampages rofl

Laird & Nick

- Laird’s arrows don’t do shit so he can’t hurt anybody

- LAME

- And you don’t let them go near fire. DO NOT LET LAIRD WITHIN REACH OF MATCHES

- OH GOD OH FUCK

- Syphilis is a pain in the ass so you have to wear gloves handling them, in case their sores pop.

- Laird is an ankle biter [finger biter?] while Nick won’t give you much trouble.

- NICK HUNTING CRICKETS WITH A TOOTHPICK. PICTURE THAT!!

- You help him make salted crickets once he’s done :D

- Give Laird a bible and some bandages and you’re fine

- I know it’s too late but attempt to give Nick penicillin. God knows Nick deserves it  

- Knowing Laird he’d make a cross out of popsicle sticks and hang something on it

- DIY Crucifixion

[stuttgarterburger]

DIY CHEESEBURGER Patties aus grob gewolfter, Staufer Rinderbrust, türkische Sesam--Buns, Raclette-Käse, geröstete Zwiebeln und Salt Lick Dry Rub als Würze - MEGA LECKER!! https://www.instagram.com/p/B_8HoSjoxON/?igshid=1wzvz2vlkkph8

[shy-violet-soul]

Under the Influence

Summary: When Rae gets hurt, one brother comes to the rescue. Will relocations and pharmaceuticals pry some growing feelings into the open for the other brother?  Characters: OFC Rae Himmel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Warnings: description of injury/treatment, bad language words, pharmaceuticals, Winchester shenanigans, mutual pining, fluffity fluff fluff A/N: Oft requested, here is a continuation of Rae >>> and the Winchester brothers! Other tales about Rae & the brothers can be found on my MASTERLIST.

A huge thank you to the effervescent, enthusiastic, & estimable @pinknerdpanda​ for beta-ing this for me. So many panda-hugs to you, girl!

gif credit: https://tenor.com by CasMcKenzie5

Now The feel of the metal stairs scraped pleasantly under his boots as he trotted down into the war room. A long overdue supply run had kept him out for a bit - the latest batch of credit cards awaited them at the post office. Both brothers needed new socks, and the sporting goods store also had the best deal on rock salt in the hunting section. Yahoo for DIY deer licks. Shifting box, bag, and bundle, he strode his way into the library.

“Anybody home?” No answer. A brief flicker of surprise shrugged his shoulders as the items plunked and rustled to the table. Apple, cinnamon, and rosemary in the air tickled his nose, stretching a smile up into crinkles by his eyes. Rae had been busy. He’d been hoping to catch some time with her today. The silence in the bunker told him he had enough time to clean up a bit before he invited her to watch that new Marvel movie with the nonchalance he’d practiced and perfected in the car. Plan in place, he hastened his steps towards the hall before the smug, teasing brother gaze found him.

And there she was. Sprawled out on the hallway floor like a cute little pile of laundry. With her left arm bent and bandaged to her torso and a magnificent blue bruise decorating her left eye.

“Rae?”

“Hiya, there! Oh, crap, it’s him.”

45 minutes ago Bopping along to Bobby Darin, Rae gave a satisfied nod to the rosemary apple pie steaming expectantly on the counter. Hopefully, the unique recipe would dodge scorn from the brothers. A stack of Men of Letters files waiting for research were calling her name. She hip-checked an open drawer closed, scooted the towel over the oven door handle to dry, and grabbed her phone. As she turned towards the library door, the “pantry” shelves caught her attention. The jar of molasses on the top shelf had tipped over - if that sucker kamikazed and broke, that would be actual hell to clean up.

Sighing, Rae glanced over her shoulder at the folding step stool that lived behind the sink. For the boys, with their muscles for days, it was easy to extricate. For her? She’d wrenched stuck paper from copier guts more easily. Rae didn’t hesitate; she scrabbled up the shelves and reached towards the jar.

Rae would later be ready to swear on Dean’s sacred stack of vinyls that stupid jar jumped. Right off the shelf. Onto her face.

In the heartbeat it took for the pain to hit her vocal cords, Rae reared back instinctively, one foot slipping from its perch. Her feet probably could have skated for purchase and saved her if her hand hadn’t decided to kung-fu-grip the shelf on her way down. Pain ripped through her left shoulder in the same heartbeat the pain in her face caught up, mixed with the fear the brief freefall sparked. Her scream echoed through the bunker as she hit the floor. Actually, first the weird metal pole in front of the shelves, then hit the floor.

Pounding bootfalls ran in her direction.

“Rae! What the hell?!”

Now “Molasses ain’t slow, Winchester. It’s faster than two shakes of a tog’s dail. Tail’s dog. Is that right? I think that’s right.” 

Her eyes had sagged shut during her speech as he quickly crouched beside her. At his touch on her face, she dragged her eyes back open. Swollen left eyelid tried twice before the right decided to make an effort and blinked wide.

“Oh, my God, you’re so damn cute. Don’t tell Sam I said that!” 

Shock blew his own eyes saucered - right before his excited grin could appear, he cleared his throat.

“Rae, are you drunk? What happened?” he asked as he leaned to help her sit up. He hesitated, though, unsure where to grab her, so he yelled for his brother. His cute little pile of laundry sighed and smiled.

“Yep, yep, yep. Cute, cute, cute.”

43 minutes ago “Watch it, gigantor!”

“Hang on, I’ve gotta see the damage.” Rough fingers pressed carefully around her eye, nose, and cheekbone. “No fractures, just one grandaddy of a shiner.”

A pained sound growled from Rae. “That’s because all the fractures are in my arm!”

He huffed as he scooted around to her side, ignoring her grunts and whimpers as he examined what he could get to around her flinches and flails.

“OW! Watch it, that hurts!”

“Okay, okay. So, it’s fairly simple. The humeral head has been forcibly propelled out of the glenoid fossa.”

Rae glared up at him through the hot pulse of unhappy blood vessels in her face. “English, you fool! Don’t spew those big words at me!”

His lips twitched as he tried to hide a smile. She is adorable when she’s mad!

“You’ve got a dislocated shoulder there, Grace Kelly.”

Now “What’r you doin’ on the floor? I left you in your bed. Remember? You wanted my blanket?”

“What happened?”

“No blanket can hold me. I freedomed for my fought….what blanket?”

“What happened?!”

“That extra soft goldish brown one.”

Rae’s eyes were still closed as the brothers carefully hauled her to a sitting position. She sighed dreamily. “I love that blanket. It’s just like his hair. All fluffy and soft and kinda...you know, kinda….brown. I love his hair.” Her eye popped open and she stared up at blanket-owning brother. “Is that weird? That I love his blanket hair?”

The brothers stared at each other, one of them going red right up into his ears.

“What the hell happened?!?”

38 Minutes “Just amputate it and put me out of my misery!”

He rolled his eyes as he helped her move into place on the infirmary bed. “We’re not gonna amputate it. I’m telling you, I can fix this.”

The glare she shot him was all squinty suspicion. “I’m not sure I trust you, Winchester. You said that after I caught you eating my last Oaks Candy mini Melty Bars.”

“And didn’t I have Garth swing through Oshkosh after taking care of that wendigo outside Algoma? He was in cornfield heaven.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do what you’re going to do.”

Shaking his head with a grin, he coaxed her to lean forward slightly as he cupped the front of her shoulder with his left hand, his right warm between her spine and shoulder blade. “Okay. On three.” He felt her shudder as she tried to brace herself, exhaling in preparation of a deep breath. “One -”

SNAP.

Lungs empty, Rae couldn’t even squeal as she crumpled forward like a paper bag. Additional, abominable pain seared sweat into her armpits and tears into her eyes as she sucked in air, slamming her good fist into the mattress beneath her. Dropping to his knees, her tormenting saviour peered up at her worriedly. Oh crap - did I make it worse? What if I made it worse?

“You okay?”

“You - lying - no! What happened to ‘on three’?!”

He cringed as the words croaked from her tight throat, gingerly patting her knee and ready to duck if she swung at him. “Hey, I learned that move from the best. Look on the bright side. The worst is over. I’ll wrap it up real good for you, and I’ve got some fantastic pain killers!”

Carefully leaning on her good arm, Rae shot him the evilest glare from her one eye she could muster.

“You better wrap up both arms for your own protection, mister!”

My brother’s gonna kill me.

Now “I ought’a kill you!”

Dean rolled his eyes as he helped get Rae’s limp-noodle-legs into Sam’s arms. “She’s fine! I did a Boy Scout badge worthy job of wrapping her up and gave her some of that Demerol you think you hid. Rest, ice, compression, elevation - she’ll be good as new in a couple of days.” He glanced down to see his patient happily hanging her head upside down over Sam’s arm as she stared at the number on the door in front of her.

“Didja know that our...our numbers’s over 1,000 years olld? Sam told me that. Sweet, smart Sam. I love his sweet, smart brain.”

Fresh heat flooded more red up into Sam’s ears as he glared at Dean. “How much of that Demerol did you give her?”

Dean shrugged, hiding his smirk. “Two, same as I take it.” The older brother immediately took a step back when Sam’s eyes popped wide and the vein in his forehead throbbed visibly.

“You idiot! Those are 100 milligram tablets!”

“Yeah, so?”

“She’s almost half your size! Half of one tablet would have been more than plenty! I’m amazed she’s even breathing!”

“Oooooo…” Cringing, Dean took another step back as Sam tried to move Rae right side up. Her one good eye stared up Sam dazedly before she slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Rae! Stop talking! Stop saying words ‘bout Sam’s brain! And his hair. Oh, my lord, I love his hair. Shhh!”

Bitch-face-level 99 burned from Sam’s eyes over Rae’s hand, and Dean decided a tactical retreat was in order.

“I’m gonna go...somewhere...not here.”

Distantly, Rae gathered that Dean and Sam were having words, but she couldn’t marshal together enough thoughts to worry. All she knew was that she was warm, her shoulder and face didn’t hurt anymore, and she really, really liked Sam. Where was Sam, anyway?

A wonderful, floaty, rocking motion made her head spin, and something tickled her hand. Her eye slowly tracked up her arm to see her hand plastered across Sam’s mouth, and he was trying to say something. Seeing him so close filled her with pure happiness.

“Hi, Sam! Hiya! It’s Sam!”

Sam couldn’t help but smile at his little limp laundry girl as he carried her to her room. “Hi, Rae. Just hang on a second, and I’ll have you in bed.”

She plopped her head on his shoulder, sighing dramatically. “Oh, my God, he can have me in bed any time. Hoo, boy. I mean - arms. So much arms,” she drawled, poking his bicep.”

Sam almost choked on his own breath, heat arrowing through him. “What? No - I mean - not now, just - hang on,” he stammered out, striding into her room, eager to get her situated and flee before things got any more ridiculous. The gold-brown chenille blanket from Dean’s room lay in a wrestled pile on the floor that he stepped over before carefully depositing her on her bed. Trying to lift her to prop her on pillows was like trying to fold a sleeping bag - soft, sprawling, and sticking to him like static. When he finally situated her into place, he glanced up to find their faces so close, he could count the freckles on her nose. That little skip in his heart he felt so often when near her jumped to life, and the temptation to kiss those soft lips was almost irresistible.

Surrounded by warmth and strength, Rae felt blissfully safe. The scent of Sam’s cologne tickled her nose, causing a grin to tug briefly at her lips. Everything was dark, though. Why was everything dark? 

“Did Sam turn off the lights?”

“Uh...no?”

“Then, why is it so dark?”

“Because your eyes are closed.”

Oh. That made sense. With a series of facial gymnastic maneuvers, Rae managed to stretch her eye open. Sam’s topaz gaze waited for her, shining in autumn-colored glory down on her. A swirl of giddiness heralded a bloom of warmth in her chest, and she couldn’t stop the smile that threatened to stretch right off her face.

The smile lighting up Rae’s warm pecan-pie-brown gaze sent Sam’s belly flip-flopping, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Before he could blink, her mouth suddenly dropped open as she gasped in something like horror, her hand slapping over his eyes. 

“Ohmygaw, don’t look at his eyes! They’re a trap, Rae! They’re too pretty!”

Sam couldn’t stop the grunt when one of her fingers jabbed into his left eyeball, hurrying to peel her hand away before she blinded him. Blinking the pained tears away, he still couldn’t stop his smile as he rubbed the offended orb.

“You think I have pretty eyes?”

Rae’s head swam, but whether it was his dimples or whatever had happened before - memory suddenly escaped her - she couldn’t say for sure. To protect herself, she clapped her hand over her own eyes.

“The dimples of doom!” she whispered. “I’m done for.”

Fresh surprise sent Sam’s eyebrows skyward. “Dimples of doom?”

A strangled sound croaked from Rae as she sank back into the pillows. “I want to kiss them!” Just as quickly, she snatched her hand away and sent him a puppy dog look that rivalled his own. “Can I kiss them?”

Sam reeled back when he caught himself leaning towards her, steeling himself against her pleading gaze. Everything in him practically begged him to grab her, kiss her dimples, and not let her go for the foreseeable future. Hearing her drug-induced confessions set his heart pounding - he’d had feelings for her for so long. But they were just that - ramblings fueled by inadvertent opiate overdose. He couldn’t - wouldn’t - take advantage of something Rae didn’t mean.

“I think it’s time I get out of here so you can get some sleep.”

“You mean, I can’t kiss them?” She sounded downright hurt. Sam forced himself to his feet.

“Rae, you’re high as a kite on the meds Dean gave you. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”

Not 100% sure what he said, Rae only knew he wasn’t beside her anymore, and he looked sad. A couple of his words untangled in her brain, and she frowned.

“You listen here, Wam Sinchester. I remember stuff just fine!”

“It’s okay, Rae, just get some rest. I’ll check on you later.”

Addled though she was, the dismissal came through loud and clear. Anger tried to shove aside the drugs as she fought to sit up, failed, and settled for giving him a serious stink eye.

Sam blinked when she fixed a weird, squinty look on him, then turned to head for the door, hoping to strengthen his resolve. He failed miserably - one glance over his shoulder saw the dim light from the desk lamp shining amber lights into her wild, messy curls, and he was snared once again.

“You - you - oh!” she groused. “You say you take one fake sugar in your coffee, but you take three reg’lar ol’ sugars when you think no one’s lookin’. When you watch a for’n movie the first time, you do it without th’ sub...the subt...the words on the bottom ‘cuz you like to listen to the language. The first time I saw you came back from joggin’, I stopped breathin’ for a second, ‘cuz - damn, boy. Ever’ time you touch my shoulder an’ give me that quick smile, I can hardly stop myself from huggin’ you. You like peanut butter an’ raspberry rhubarb jam sammiches. You don’t like trail mix with dried bananas. And you!” she swore out dramatically, pointing an accusing finger at him, “you keep stealin’ my ‘spensive shampoo!”

Suddenly exhausted, her eye starting to twinge, Rae flopped back onto the pillows and burst into tears.

Sam stood frozen - shocked like he hadn’t been in a long time. A man of keen observation, Sam knew a lot about Rae. She could eat breakfast food three meals a day. She scorned Cheetos but powerhoused through Cheese Nips. Fancy scented candles gave her headaches, but lavender essential oil went with her everywhere. The first time she smiled, his heart damn near stopped. She killed him when she wore that grey tunic-length ‘Namastay in Bed’ t-shirt; the navy lace bralette she always paired it with was just visible through the light fabric, and her boobs...whoa. She always kept a hair band around her wrist, even if she wore one in her hair. And, yes, he stole her shampoo because it kept the scent of her with him.

So, yeah - he knew a lot about Rae. All the reasons why he’d fallen for her. He’d never dared hope she knew him, too.

The fat tears dripping down her swollen, purpling cheek sent Sam’s heart straight to his belly. In one quick step, he sank to his knees at her bedside, snatching up her free hand.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, don’t cry!”

She grabbed for him; powerless to resist her, Sam tucked her face into his neck and breathed her in.

“I tol’ you I ‘membered stuff!”

“You did. You do.”

“An’ ‘s okay you steal the shampoo ‘cause...pretty hair.”

“Thank you for letting me steal it.”

“An’ it just hurts ‘cause I want to hug you all the time. You an’ your stupid pretty eyes.”

Smiling so wide his stupid, pretty eyes nearly crinkled shut, Sam softly stroked her hair. 

“You can hug me anytime you want, Rae.”

“I can?”

“As long as I can hug you.”

Snuffling pathetically, Rae nodded against his skin. “Okay.” Completely spent, she sagged against him in a boneless sprawl. “Tired, Sam. Can’t...my eyes can’t.”

Sam gently eased her back down, stroking her unblemished cheek with his thumb. “It’s okay, Rae, you rest.”

“Stay?” she mumbled out before a slight snore buzzed from her. Sam sat for a moment, just gazing at her and basking in the warmth of shared affection. Then, he pulled off her shoes along with his own, and drew Dean’s prized blanket over both of them as he cuddled her to him carefully. Tomorrow would come soon enough to talk clearly about these confessions. For now, he was staying right where he was.

A long time later, when two gentle snores back-and-forthed in the room, Dean carefully cracked the door open, grinning smugly at the two curled up together. Closing the door soundlessly behind him, he didn’t flinch when Cas appeared in the hall.

“Did it work?”

“Like a charm. Just call me Cupid. Nope - strike that. He’s a dick. Call me...Dr. Love,” the hunter drawled out proudly, flipping a pill bottle up before catching it.

“So, I adjusted the dosage correctly to not kill Rainbow?”

Rolling his eyes, Dean turned for the library. “Yes, Cas. Just needed her under the influence enough to get those two lovesick nerds talking.”

[birdkoskincare]

Hi could u pls show some diy lip masks Bc mine r nasty and crusty af🤢 also some diy face mask would be great too ...ok thx bye

i’ve mentioned it before, but i’m no fan of DIY skincare, given how prone it is to contamination, ineffectiveness, or, in worse cases, being actively damaging to the skin (see: anything containing lemon, salt, baking soda, straight-up essential oils, etc.). therefore i don’t really have much in the way of recommendations for face masks, unless you count something like mixing aztec clay and water a DIY, in which case, you can try that one out, it’s the most basic clay mask option out there but it’s probably good in terms of budget. and no, you don’t need to use apple cider vinegar for it.

for the lips there is a slightly greater margin for experimentation as the skin tends to be less finnicky; you can try mixing some honey and sugar to form a paste and gently use it as a scrub (do not use it on your face, though). similarly, if you can keep yourself from licking it, honey is a humectant and a layer of it can be used as a mask, though you’re likely to have better results with even a basic lip balm applied thickly.

[safethaw]

What To Use In Place Of Dog Salt

For many dog owners, wintertime brings the familiar ritual of sprinkling salt on walkways and driveways to melt the ice and ensure safe passage. However, traditional road salts can pose potential risks to our furry companions. Often termed "dog salt," these traditional de-icing agents can cause problems ranging from mild irritations to severe health complications. But fear not! There are alternative solutions that ensure both your safety and that of your pet. Let's explore these alternatives and understand why moving away from traditional "dog salt" is crucial. The Pitfalls Of Traditional Salts - Paw Irritations: Have you ever noticed your dog lifting its paws, whimpering, or constantly licking them after a walk on a salted path? Traditional salts can cause small cuts and cracks on a dog's sensitive paw pads. Over time, these can lead to more significant injuries and infections. - Toxicity Concerns: If your dog ingests salt, either by licking its paws or consuming spilled salt for dogs directly, it can lead to salt poisoning. Symptoms include vomiting, diarrhea, lethargy, and in severe cases, even death. - Environmental Concerns: Beyond the immediate harm to pets, salts can seep into soil, affecting plant growth. They can also run off into water bodies, raising salinity levels and negatively impacting aquatic life. Given these issues, it's clear that alternatives to traditional "dog salt" are not just desirable but necessary. Safe Alternatives To Dog Salt Pet-Safe Ice Melts: Safe Thaw - The Optimal Choice: Among the various options, Safe Thaw stands out as a recommended product. It's an industrial-grade, granular ice melt that's entirely free from harmful chemicals and toxins. Efficient in combating even the harshest icy conditions, Safe Thaw ensures that walkways are safe for both humans and pets, without causing environmental damage. There are only few ice melts on the market specifically designed to be safe for pets. These products, made without harmful chemicals, provide the necessary traction and ice-melting capabilities without the risks posed by traditional salts. Sand or Coffee Grounds: Both sand and used coffee grounds can be sprinkled on icy paths to provide traction. While they don't melt the ice, they can prevent slipping, ensuring a safer walk for both you and your pet. DIY Solutions: A mixture of beet juice and brine is gaining popularity as a pet-safe de-icer. Not only is it efficient in melting ice, but it also doesn't pose the health risks associated with commercial salt products. Looking Out For Fido: Additional Tips While shifting to pet-safe de-icing solutions is a step in the right direction, there are other measures you can take to ensure your dog's well-being during the colder months: - Paw Care: Consider getting protective booties for your dog, or at least ensure you wash their paws after walks to remove any residual ice melt or salt. - Stay Informed: Be aware of what your neighborhood or city uses for ice melt. If harmful substances are in play, be extra cautious during walks. - Hydration is Key: Ensure your dog has access to fresh water. Consuming snow or licking icy paths can expose them to harmful chemicals. In Conclusion Our pets are family, and their safety and comfort should always be a priority. Traditional "dog salts" or road salts have been a go-to for many during icy conditions, but the associated risks to pets and the environment make them a less than ideal choice. With alternatives like Safe Thaw available, there's no need to compromise. Making informed decisions about the products we use ensures not just the safety of our pets, but also contributes positively to the environment. As pet owners, it's up to us to pave the way for a safer, pet-friendly world. Read the full article

[antigenius]

Aaaaah your skincare hc 💜 i'm dealing with some really bad acne rn and reading that was amazing. Can you write skincare hcs for 1a girls too? (And also the best girl hatsume mei if it's not too much) 💖

OMIGOD FIRST REQUEST BSDJJRJTJ YOU GOT IT BBY LETS GO-

Toru:

I got her hcs while I was in the shower coincidentally enough.

Okay surprisingly for someone who you can't see, she really REALLY cares about her looks. It's really sad but she's actually super insecure despite being invisible

Loves any sort of face mask that has animals or cute things on it!! Cute, cute, cute!! She especially loves those little fruit shaped masks that you slap on different parts of your face like hgsvgbd please-

Actually has really oily skin, which is purely the cause of her insecurities. Someone please compliment this girl on her skin for gosh sakes-

Uses foam and oil cleansers to gently try and control her acne. Then uses a really light daycream with included sun protection when it's both day and night. She uses it at night because she gets scared that her night cream will be too much for her face. Better to go lighter.

OH MY GOD SHE LOVES HOT SPRINGS. P L E A S E. She enjoyed the camp so much because it made her pores open up and made it easier to clean!!

Uses those peel off pore masks on her nose, chin and upper lip. Hurts her sometimes, you can usually see her cry a bit when she takes them off.

Uses tweezers to clean up her eyebrows and upper lip. Hurts a lot, but she manages. Puts aloe vera after.

Detoxing is important! Sometimes she goes on a vegan diet for a week so that her acne gets a bit better. Only drinks water during that time too!

UGH GET THIS GIRL SOME PINK GRAPEFRUIT BODY SCRUB AND SHE'LL LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOREVER JUST OMG G R A P E F R U I T

In general she enjoys smelling like things you can eat! Mainly fruits, so Toru generally smells like berries or citrus.

Uses a stick deodorant that's organic. Hates the feeling of clinical deodorants.

Ajdjsjjjf acne needles? Yes. She uses them. Doesn't wanna get acne scars and this is more hygienic than actually popping pimples with your fingers. She really takes great care when it comes to her skin.

Ochaco:

Ochaco is literally me when I spent all my money on food :')

Cheap as hell. Obviously. This means CHEAP BEAUTY HACKS!

Ochaco has normal skin thankfully enough, but she does get some bad days with acne. Happens.

Cheap means you make your own stuff. Instead of buying exfoliating scrubs, Ochaco makes her own by buying oatmeal, apples, raw honey, cinnamon, and lemon juice. She puts this all in a food processor, letting it become a thick paste. Before she puts it on her face, she puts in a bit of sugar and tada!!! Smooth, soft, baby skin!

Another thing she makes is cucumber and banana ice-cubes for her dark eyebags. She grabs some cucumber, mushes it half a banana and then puts them into an ice-tray. Then whenever she has dark eyebags, she busts out these bad boys and voìla!

Is a hoe for 5 minute-crafts stuff. They're usually cheap and work for her really well, so now she heccing worships it like a g O d.

Doesn't really understand makeup? She might only use some eyeshadow and eyeliner. Possibly chapstick if she has some.

Makes her own lipscrubs though! Sugar and honey make a beautiful scrub for her lips, she rubs and licks it off happily to reveal velvet, plush lips ready for kissing! ;)

Really good at making cute diy beauty stuff!! She once made this clear lip balm that had a dry flower inside. She actually sold some! She was so proud of herself.

Oh gosh if you give Ochaco expensive Burberry Her perfume that smells sweet and sugary she will cry because she is so grateful for that. It's her FAVOURITE smell. Otherwise, she smells like faint roses.

Uses spray deodorant on hot days and stick deodorant on cold days. Spray deodorant is such a perk up when she's been sweating from training.

If there's a sale on skincare products, you'd best believe Ochaco sits there in the morning in front of the shop to get all the best stuff first. She will actually kill someone if that try and take the last item on the shelf which is on sale, especially if it's like 50% off. She'd tear some limbs. O_o

Prefers liquid soap over soap bars, but buys soap bars more often because they're cheaper and easier to stock. Just please get her some moderately priced things god this girl NEEDS PAMPERING OKAY???

Momo:

Bro you know how gay I am for this girl like dude I LOVE HER OKAY???

Completely and utterly clueless when it comes to skincare.

Never gets acne??? Like ever??? I'm so jealous it's SO UNFAIR. Does get dry skin though.

Uses those 24 carat gold face masks because they look pretty and make her face freakin GLOW LIKE A GODDESS.

Uses peel off masks, but more for dead skin. Hurts much less and she just heccing emits rays of sunlight.

Uses sunscreen a lot though. She's really prone to getting sunburnt, and she can't get a tan, which makes her kinda sad. Cancer is too scary to get a tan over.

Likes body and hand creams too much for her own good. Has a whole collection of them which all have a variety of smells and textures so her body and hands and just her skin is normally soft and silky and just hafdjskrjkt-

Has to use coffee scrubs and body oil since she has stretch marks from developing super fast. She's really insecure about it and hates that part of herself a lot tbh. Please praise her I beg you.

Loves to sit in a hot bath with rose petals. Spa treatment is all he knows about skincare really.

Has like four perfumes she normally uses. One is a sweet smelling perfume that has soft sugary notes that make you drool. The second smells like delicate roses with dewdrops from the morning mist. The second smells like berries and forests, as if you're about to pick some yourself. The last one smells like the pandan leaves with mangoes. Basically, Momo smells like paradise.

Actually loves buying cheap lip-glosses and lipsticks!! Her favourite is this shimmery golden lipgloss which changes colour depending on the light that she's in. Only uses it on very special occasions though. Otherwise, her best one is usually a moderately red lipstick or a cute red tinted lipgloss which just slightly colours her lips. Makes her lips so adorably kissable. (I'm gay for her okay shut up-)

Okay, we all know for a fact Momo be thicc. But she doesn't really like it honestly. Her thicc comes from cellulite and it's so gross to her. Uses a stiff, dry brush to move the fat around a by so she's more evened out in thiccness.

Mina:

Pink alien queen!

Acid comes out of her skin daily, this means really dry skin. Dry like sometimes peel off dry. It's really bad.

Just like Toru, really cares about skincare. Although a little less than Toru but still.

Toners are her best friends because her pores sometimes open up due to her quirk. Acid can damage them sometimes too, so mild, hydrating toners are great for skin like her's.

HAND CREAM AAAAAAAAAAA

Whilst she isn't rich enough to have a bunch of handcream like Momo, she has this specific handcream that smells like candy and marshmallows. It's. So. Good. Also makes her hands soft and silky like gahdhhd-

Cream is also a good friend of hers. Uses both night and day cream to make sure her skin stays plump and hydrated!

Uses potato slices instead of cucumbers so that her dark eyebags aren't too bad. She normally doesn't get em so this rarely happens.

Also uses lots of vanilla and almond body cream. Soft and silky skin that can make anyone want to hug her. (IM SO GAY SHUT UP)

Uses lip masks! Loves those Korean or Japanese candy ones! They really leave her lips luscious for any kisses!

Speaking about Korean and Japanese stuff, SHE ADORES THEM.

Korean stuff the most! They always provide her with great results, so they're her go to when she has a really dry day. Loves using their hydration masks!

Uses lip tattoos because she hates the feeling of lipgloss or lipstick. Plus, it doesn't leave a mark.

Mina also thicc, but she's more of a muscular thicc than fat thicc. This means she needs to use body oil to make sure her thighs and skin are tight and smooth.

She uses lasers to get rid of her hairs. Somehow her hairs are immune to her acid. She uses laser treatment to make sure she doesn't have to deal with it often. You wouldn't even know she has hair tbh because of the treatment.

Mina smells like coconuts and sea-salt with a hint of lime or mint depending on her mood. She smells like what'd you smell in a 5 star island resort as you walk on the white sandy beaches and sit in the bar watching the sunset go down on the horizon just hhh-

Feet are baby smooth?? Dunno why. They're just naturally soft and beautiful and shfhd when she rubs her feet against your legs it's so soft it's like she rubbed petals on your legs-

Speaking about petals! She loves having baths with either bubbles or petals with some candles to calm down. Definitely after a hard day of training!! Don't disturb!

Tsu:

I CAN'T DO MUCH FOR TSU IM SORRY

Tsu literally doesn't use skin items at all.

She has a normal skin type and also never gets acne somehow???? Like bro hecc tell me your ways.

She's not clueless about it like Momo, but she just has no use for it since her skin's just kinda perfect like hello what-

She is a frog though, so she really need that moisture!! Jacuzzi baths are like her favourite thing.

Ooh, also really likes those clay masks! That's the only skincare item she actually uses to be real with y'all.

Okay okay hear me out though, Tsu is a hoe for those kiddie slime baths. Like I'm not even kidding she loves it so hecking much but she would never admit it in any lifetime.

Also really loves it if you get her a whole big bag of those resin pellets that turn into those little jelly balls and she just goes into a bath of those??? Gosh yes paradise hecc

Smells like a dewy forest with hints of citrus and earthy tones. She's got that scent that's really unique and like you can walk by with a blindfold and point her out by smell alone.

Oops by the way she really enjoys having cucumbers on her eyes. She has natural eyebags, so she normally counters it with both cucumber and potato slices.

There's a secret tradition that runs in her family to get rid of wrinkles. They steam a small, knobbly hand towel with warm water and then rub it in circular motions on their face slowly going upwards. Works really heccing well.

Honestly, Tsu doesn't really care about her looks. Skincare or makeup for her is just an additional bother that she has to deal with.

Her skin is never pruney. Makes sense why though.

Mei:

Eyy because you asked so nicely! Tbh to me Camie from Shiketsu is best girl but like okay Mei is qt-

She's always covered in grime and dirt, so she actually gets acne daily. She just has really great skin routines!

Has a combination skin type, her forehead is the oiliest compared with the rest of her far though. Yuck.

When she stops tinkering (haha when does she do that-), she immediately goes and washes her face with an oil face wash. It helps properly cleanse her pores from all the grime and dirt that was on her face.

Sometimes, she has a really grimy day, so she uses a harsh clay wash just to make sure EVERYTHING IS OUT. Then uses a hydrating toner and a very light daycream!

Exfoliates every two weeks to make sure her skin isn't gross. Skin cells need to turn over every two weeks, so she makes sure she does that or she'll literally have pimples scattered on her forehead.

Is a popper. She hates seeing pimples and immediately pops them on site with some gloves. Then puts a miniscule dab of antiseptic cream so that it don't come back and spread.

Mei smells like petrol. Literally. When she stays out of the lab for a week though, she actually smells like caramel and cotton candy.

Has calluses on her from tinkering so much. She doesn't like it. Please trace and caress them gently and she'll love you.

She uses body oil because it feels more normal than body cream. Can lead her to being clumsy because she sometimes sloshes it on her body and then she has to wait a while before she can actually do things.

Salt block. Hates deodorant. Masks the smell of grime in the lab and she LIVES for that smell.

Uses charcoal face masks to relax and detox. Helps her think of her next baby to create as well, so bonus!

Likes going to those floating pods. They're really relaxing and make her feel at ease in the world.

Bubble baths are a no no. She had a really bad experience with them once when she tried to make a bubble telescope and put it to her eye. Let's just say she used to be able to see farther…

She enjoys using lipgloss though! Her lips smell like cake or cookie dough even though they're normally coloured in a neutral pink or a soft red. Even tastes like strawberries and cream.

Takes hecking great care of her hands. Her hands are meticulously the most gorgeous part of her. They're soft, velvety, and while they are callused, it only adds to its perfections and they're just so stunningly manicured and she does it all by herself like oh my god her hands are just bdbdkfgjfk-

Since anon has some bad acne, I actually have some advice since I myself care a heck ton about my skin.

Oil based face wash goes incredibly well with a foam cleanser. Using both gets rid of all the dirt, oil, makeup and residue in your pores. Best stuff and keeps me clear.

EXFOLIATE PLEASE!! Get one of those cute exfoliating scrubs or literally make the one Ochaco uses. They're really important to do because your dead skin cells can cause more acne and bumps.

When you have bad acne, I suggest using only light daycreams after you wash your face because night creams can be too much. Also use a nice organic toner so that your pores are tight and can't get much dirt or gross things during the day/night.

Charcoal is the best face mask for detoxing and decreasing oil levels. But don't use it when you have pimples. It can actually cause more pimples to come because you're stripping your ace of the natural oils it needs.

That said, make sure to wash your face at least twice a day! Thrice is okay too, but four is too much. Make sure to moisturise immediately after too!

Sunscreen is so important. Get yourself a face cream that has at least an SPF of 30. Please. Cancer is real and the sun's rays can make you seem to age faster.

Woof, that was a loooot. Next time, please be specific with characters anon! I didn't mind, but I normally only do about 3 characters. I'm not doing much yet so this is cool but yeah. Thank you so much for requesting though and ACKEJKRKN YOU'RE A CUTIE ILY THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORK!!

I also realised I missed out Jiro T_T I might edit her in later but really I found her and Tsu the hardest to talk about skincare with because they're my really girls who care about how they look. They're just cuties.

[mypetshopworld]

Cracked Paws and Frostbites are a common occurrence in Winter for your dog. 8 simple and easy tips on how to protect the paws of your dog.

Avoid cracked paws, frostbites and itchy paws in wintertime. 

I do not know about your dogs, but my dogs love winter and the snow. When winter comes, my dogs spent a long time outside, and it is difficult to get them in.

Yes, my dogs have from time to time cracked paws and frostbites, as well as chemical burns.  Most of the time, it is not so severe, because I do take precaution and protect the paws of my dogs. When a dog has a cracked dog paw pad it is not fun for your dog it hurts and it burns. It is like when you have a cracked heel.  Dog's paws can be very sensitive. You never know how much salt and other chemicals are thrown onto the streets, sidewalks and footpath by the people and the city. Just to melt the ice and make the walking safe for us humans. It is like with your car before winter comes you bring it to the garage and get the underbody protection.    When you have dogs, you know that not every solution is suitable for dogs. Some can tolerate the dog shoes, and some like my dogs hate it. They will chew so long on it that they are shredded in pieces and not useable anymore. They will not stay on for long. There are some tips and products you can use to keep the paws of your dog protected. You have to decide what suits your dog, as you know your dog best.

Protective Balms for cracked and itchy paws before and after treatment. 

There are many protective balms available in most pet shops or at Walmart. You can use some human products like Vaseline or Petroleum Jelly.  My recommendation what I frequently use and it helps. I use the is the Dog Paw Protection Cream Wax from Mushers, I love the Cream Wax from Mushers as it is specially made for outdoors and it comes in a 200 gr.and 454gr. Cream box. There is plenty of other available please click on the link below to see the list of dog balms available.

Click here to buy the Dog Paw Balm. There are other products available, and I will list here a few. All will do the trick. You might even use some human products, but I prefer the ones made for outdoor and made for dogs.

Before you start, please prep the paws of your dog? 

Proper grooming is essential for your dog's paws. Especially if your dog has a long hair coat than use a clipper ( beard trimmer with the shortest plastic guard works wonders) A tip is to keep the hair between the paws short. The hair should even up with the paw pad. Ice balls can be painful for your dog. Well trimmed hairs around the paws make it much easier to put the paw balm on.

Dogs need grooming and trimming of their Nails.

Another part you have to pay attention to is that you make sure the whole year around that the nails are trimmed. Especially in winter, it is essential to take care of well-trimmed nails for your dog as the snow and ice will accumulate between the paw pads and long nails force the paw to splay out. Apply a thin layer of balm just before you go out for a winter walk. After the walk, it is recommended that you wash and wipe your dog's paws with a warm wet cloth to remove the snow, ice and salt. Apply after you dried the paws with another towel put a thin layer of balm to the paws to avoid irritation, itchiness and from drying out. Check for cracks in the paw pad and for redness between the toes.

Pet Paw Balms are available in any pet store.

Copy this code for 2-day free shipping from Walmart. b4efbea05a6402e0631af78b4429ac84 My Tip: When I walk with my dogs, and I use the car to go from A to B. I take a towel and a spray bottle with water with me on our walk, so I can clean off the stinging, irritated paws when my dogs go back into the car. At home also check from time to time cracks in paw pads or redness between the toes.

Protect your Dogs Paws with Dog Booties.

I know that in stores there are different dog booties available. I am not a big friend of it as our dogs as mention before have them off in minutes, and then only parts have been left the rest is shredded to pieces.  Dog boots are available in pet stores online or near your place. Click here to see the style, and designs available. How do those dog boots look like, they look like a sock with a Velcro strap. The Velcro strap is used to keep the sock in place. 

You also can find dog boots with a synthetic leather sole what is an additional benefit of adding traction. The dog boots protect your dog's paws, and the dog booties help to keep your dog paws dry and prevent the exposure to salt, chemicals and deicers.  One thing you have to watch out for is that when you put on the dog boot, the strap is not to tight and constricts the paw of your dog.  I do not know many dogs who like to wear those dog booties. Of course the smaller dogs they might like it as they are pampered with dog clothing and other things so they might be familiar with it. I have seen bigger dogs with dog clothing and it all depends on the dog if it is comfortable with it. Every dog is different, and you know your dog best. 

Why you should not bath your dog in winter too often.

In the cold winter time bath your dog as little as possible. A dog's body produces special oils to protect their coats and skin from drying out. When you bath your dog too often in the wintertime, you might remove essential oils and increase the chance of developing dry, flaky skin.

If you have to bath your dog often than use a recommended moisturizing shampoo. Click here for moisturizing dog shampoos. If you are unsure ask your Veterinarian for recommendations as your vet will know best.  My Tip. When you brush your dog regularly, it will stimulate the blood circulation, and it improves the overall skin condition.

Did you know that salt and de-icers are toxic for your dog?

Most salts and de-icers used in wintertime are not only bad for our environment but no, they are also toxic to your dog. When I walk in the wintertime with my dogs, I try to keep them away from footpath, sidewalks and roads what has been treated with de-icers and salts. Use for your sidewalk and your yard if you have to remove the snow and the ice environment and pet-friendly de-icers Encourage your neighbours also to use environment-friendly and pet-friendly de- icer's and avoid salt. Whenever you walk with your dog on a street where they use de- icer's, and salt clean your dog's paws immediately after you return home with a spray bottle filled with water and a dry cloth to dry them off. Use a thin layer of dog paw balm and rub it into your dog's paws. This is also to prevent that your dog starts licking his paws before they are washed. My dogs chewing their paws when they are itchy. It is annoying for you when you wanna go to sleep. Most of the time they will do it during the night. 

The particles of the chemicals and de- icer's can be stuck on your dog's paws and can cause him to vomit.  Pay attention that your dog is not drinking out of puddles or let him eat slush. Some dogs also get a dry cracked dog nose in winter. I use the balm to put it on. But normally when a dog has a dry nose means he is not feeling well. Keep your dog hydrated to make sure you have plenty of fresh water around.  I think it is common sense that when it is freezing cold outside, do not walk too long with your dog. Keep your walks with your dog short. In general, dogs can get frostbites and hypothermia just as us humans. You can spot the mild hypothermia when your dog starts to show weakness, shivering, and lack of mental alertness... Hypothermia in Dogs Hypothermia is a medical condition that is characterized by abnormally low body temperature. It has three phases: mild, moderate, and severe. ... Hypothermia occurs when an animal's body is no longer able to maintain a normal temperature, causing a depression of the central nervous system (CNS).  If your dog shows signs of Hypothermia please be alert and bring your dog immediately to your vet or an emergency Center for pets. 

Feed your dog in the cold winter time a bit more dog food. Why? 

Dogs do tend to burn extra energy by trying to stay warm. Sometimes it can cause dehydration in your dog. Feed your dog a little bit more during the cold weather, and you have to make sure your dog has plenty of water to drink will keep your pet well dehydrated and the skin will become not so fast dry. Winter can be harsh, cold and long. However, you protect your dog's paws with the dog booties, or the paw balm will go a long way to keep your dog's paws healthy. If you worry that you overfeed your dog check out our free dog food calorie calculator.  Remember to prepare your dog's paws first. Winter can be tough on our dog's feet, but proper grooming and protecting the paws by using a paw balm or booties will go a long way to keeping your dog's feet healthy. How do you treat your dog's paws during the cold winter month? Do you have a DIY balm?  Share with us... Please share this with other pet owners and if you do not mind please like this post... Thank you. 

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