#i 🩷 drugstore

[allhailthe70shousewife]

I hate Maybelline Great Lash. Does exactly nothing for me.

On the other hand this finally made its way to Walmart (sooo excited):

Also, so has this!!!:

And whadayaknow, they both just fell in my cart. Guess I have to buy them🤷‍♀️

[cherry-velvet-skies]

James Remar as Gentry in Drugstore Cowboy (1989)

(GIFs are mine; give credit if used)

[puppys-tiny-space]

👑Tips for littles on a budget👑

This is some tips for tinies (or carers looking for gifts for kiddos) on a budget! Of course you don't need any gear to be a good regressor but a lot of us like toys etc. and it's okay to want them!

🧸thrift stores, a lot of thrift stores have toys and plushies, sometimes they are a bit broken or dirty but there are lots of tutorials on YouTube for cleaning and restoring plushies and toys🧸

🐾e-books, you can find kids books online as e-books which are often pretty cheap or you can watch tiktoks of people reading those books🐾

🩷diy onesies, a lot of regressors like onesies but the prices are pretty steep, if you can't afford them don't fret! Its super easy and affordable to make one yourself all you need is an old t-shirt and snap buttons plus a way to attach them, just get a big t-shirt, sweatshirt or even hoodie and add 2-4 snap buttons in the crotch, boom you have a super cute and discreet onesie!🩷

🧸diy toys, there are lots of toys you can make yourself either by sewing or crafting and there's lot soft videos on YouTube for it, or get creative🧸

🐾mobile games, I love to play video games when im regressed but game consoles are expensive so free mobile games are a great alternative🐾

🩷dollar store etc, while you shouldn't rely on stores or websites that use cheap labor for everything it's okay to make exceptions every now and then, especially for toys, pacis, sippy cups and similar🩷

🧸pull ups, instead of cute printed diapers get big kid pull-ups in the baby-section or medical diapers from a drugstore, they are less then half the price of a pack of adult diapers from brands like tears etc.🧸

🐾learn to diy, making things yourself is often the most affordable thing to do, not with everything obviously but with a lot of things, learn as much stuff as you can so you can make lots of gear yourself🐾

🩷look for affordable stores, lots of paci stores on Instagram are very affordable and the ones that aren't often have sales so keep an eye out for that, lots of shops also have promoter codes they are happy for you to use, for example with my code 'bunnybab' you get a small discount at pacisbybunnie and cozypacicorner🩷

🧸buy second hand, thrift stores are a great place but if you want little specific stuff looking on vinted, swoop or even insta is a great idea! Lots of people sell gear they no longer connect with🧸

Fun fact of the day: Bluey's pilot was only a minute long and never actually aired

[seneon]

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait anon-chan this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut and a lot of yapping

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel / @luvmequmi ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@milyz ⌇ mila

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@okkalo ⌇ kalo

bubblegum and cotton candies! you actually remind me of very sugary treats that either melts in your mouth or will have an enjoyable time chewing.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies / @luv-lies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

@rizzmin ⌇ armin

medieval knight's armour. i believe it's the whole knight theme you have but you're definitely a knight in your last live. and your name is majestic too like ?*!*!*?

@kurosaaki ⌇ jen

hunger games. specifically, a player in hunger games. i don't know, you just radiate survival / apocalyptic vibes in any media like the last of us and stuff.

@conan-hearts-u ⌇ conan

mint chocolate ice-cream. you're very very chill and nonchalant, and super cool just like ice-cream. the mint and chocolate is just a preference that you remind me of.

@jaysgirlx ⌇ kleo

penthouse barbecue parties. with all your home girls just chilling at the penthouse, cool music in the background and the sizzling of barbecued foods. yess i want barbecue now.

@white-poppie ⌇ gauri

soft rose lippies and heart-achingly beautiful poetry. you are the epitome of poetry. a muse, something i would write hours on end about. you're also the writer. it's both in one.

@seumyo ⌇ eumy

goldfishes. the moment i met you i already immediately thought about fishes, especially goldfishes. it's a bonus for me when you actually have a fish theme HAHA.

@angeliicheartt ⌇ elle

eyeliners and chokers. this is random but i really love the way you do your eyeliners. it's sososo pretty and you're so cool and grunge i fw you heavy. for the choker, uhh your emoness

@heartkaji ⌇ mars

the 2000s mcbling aesthetic. so unrelated to you but you give me heavy mcbling vibes. it's the striking hot pink and blinking queen stuff you have swirling all around you.

@bloodswrd ⌇ rosalyn

"i was all over her" by salvia path. yes, a song. you give me the vibe of a child lost in their dreams, wandering around a foggy forest looking for their way back home.

@sepptember ⌇ august

my english teacher. mb this is so weird but you radiate my eng teacher vibes HAHA. she's very nice and kind and so are you. she's also quite poetic! and really pretty 🙏

@metsukini ⌇ mimi

cinnamoroll. ueygshd i love cinnamoroll sm he's so cute just like you. y'all both are sososo adorable i wanna keep you in my pocket forever. wanna squeeze your cheeks all day too..

@lunatiqez / @poetlus ⌇ liv

ramen with naruto. the swirly thingy with pinky lines. and of course, miso ramen! or the noodle takeout that looks like this 🥡 you seem like a friend i'd go to an izakaya with (:

@rueclfer ⌇ rue

a crystal castles song. you give me the vibe of you dancing to a crystal castles song in your room then the next second you're on the ground, contemplating about life.

@sweetheartsaku ⌇ saku

i think you can kinda predict what i'm gonna say... fireworks and stars. i cannot watch a fireworks show or the stars the same anymore aft meeting u. it's a game changer, saku.

@raeson ⌇ claire

@luvlyycy ⌇ cy

bees flying around petals. you have a really sweet vibe and i imagine you as a flower petal and there's cute bees flying around you on a perfectly sunny day where the sun is peak.

@bbluefllame ⌇ eirene

a jovial black & white cat. you radiate kitty vibes. those two colours always bear the cutest kitties ever, and it screams eirene. yk, the typa kitty who has a insta account js for u.

mini skirts and cupcakes. you're soso upbeat and cute i imagine that one dabi x girly! reader with you as the reader like actually. wanna keep you in my pocket!!

ok that's all. i think i missed a few people but oh well im lazy to re-edit it again so mb if you're missed out 🙏

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 10

It was the era of the Polaroid and the beginning of videotape. He was the director and I his star acting out fantasies. We dressed up and undressed, played and wrestled, told stories, acted out our fantasies, and invented scenes. Whether it was dressing up in my school uniform and playing at being a sweet, innocent schoolgirl, or a secretary coming home from work and relaxing in the privacy of her own bedroom, or a teacher seducing her student, we were always inventing new stories, and eventually, I learned what stimulated Matt the most.

Almost every night I made quick trips to the local drugstore to buy considerable amounts of Polaroid film. Some of the cashiers knew me, and I wondered if they suspected what we were doing.

I put on dark glasses to “disguise” myself, but ended up looking even more conspicuous as I’d sweetly request twelve packs of Polaroid film while making excuses like, “Gee, the others must have been defective. I just can’t seem to get them to come out right,” or “You’re not going to believe this, but someone stole my film.”

Making it in and out of Graceland was no easy feat, either. I’d pass Mr. Stall at the gate at odd hours of the night, smiling and waving hello, returning shortly with the same smile and the same wave. I was sure he harbored some suspicious thoughts about what I was doing.

Matt laughed when I told him. “It’s all in your mind. He’s no more thinking anything than a dog sleeping.”

“Well, what if he starts spreading rumors, like I go out at night?”

“It might create some excitement around here. This town’s dead. Boston needs a little gossip!”

Matt and I both loved creating these sexual fantasies and it seemed to bring us closer together. I had no previous sexual experience to compare with his inventive sexuality and I was ready to indulge him any way I could. Being in the fast lane, he was exposed to every pleasure available in life. Ordinary thrills sometimes were not enough, especially when he was under the influence of powerful drugs.

At first I was totally open to Matt and many of his ideas. I lived for those moments we were alone. I was careful to say little that might jeopardize my bond with him. I fulfilled his needs, and his beliefs became mine. Under no circumstances were his ideas or playfulness perverted or in any way harmful.

A few days after he came home, he led me to his long black limousine and we sped off to one of Boston’s most exclusive boutiques on Union Street for some after-hours shopping, just as we’d done in Las Vegas. While the boys milled around the shop and the store’s sales staff tried to look nonchalant, Matt got a big kick out of having me model dozens of stunning dresses and suits and coats that were so stylish I was doubtful I could wear them. I was still an insecure teenager.

“Matt,” I said, wearing a sexy gold lamé gown that clung to my every curve, “these clothes are too sophisticated for me.”

“Sophisticated?” he said, regarding me admiringly. “What’s sophisticated? You could go around wearing a feather and that would be sophisticated.”

“Well, bring me a feather then.”

We spent four hours at that shop and during that time, I had a personalized lesson in the Matt Sturniolo Fashion Course.

As I tried on dress after dress, Matt delivered a running commentary on color. He liked me in red, blue, turquoise, emerald green, and black and white—the same colors he himself wore. He liked solids only, declaring that large prints took away from my looks. “Too distracting,” he said. He hated browns and dark green, colors inextricably associated in his mind with the Army.

Exhausted and a little confused about my new look, I walked out of the shop dressed in a sleek black linen suit with four-inch highheeled shoes to match. With Matt sitting proudly beside me, the guys loaded the trunk of the limo with armfuls of packages, and I felt very special.

Back at Graceland he had me model all my new clothes again for Grandma, who patiently sat through a long two hours of changes. I was Matt’s doll, his own living doll, to fashion as he pleased.

It was the early sixties, when clothes and makeup veered to extremes. Women’s eyeliner was heavier, their hair more teased, and their skirts shorter than ever before. All the rules I’d learned about dressing and applying makeup (less is more, the simpler the better) were being broken, and men seemed to love it. Matt certainly did. If I went a little light with the mascara or black eyeliner, he’d send me back upstairs to apply it more heavily.

Matt liked long hair. When I’d cut mine without asking his permission, he was shocked.

“How could you cut your goddamn hair? You know I like long hair. Men love long hair.”

He wanted it long and jet black, dyed to match his because, as he said, “You have pretty eyes, baby. Black hair will make your eyes stand out more.” He made a lot of sense to me and soon my hair was dyed jet black, like his.

The more we were together the more I came to resemble him in every way. His tastes, his insecurities, his hang-ups—all became mine.

For instance, high collars were his trademark, not because he especially liked them, but because he felt his neck looked too long. He never felt comfortable unless he was in a customized high-collared shirt, though in a pinch he’d turn the collar up on a regular shirt as he had when he was in school.

When he told me that the collar I was wearing on a particular blouse was too small for my “long, skinny neck,” I too began wearing high-collared shirts. Why not? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded with his approval and affection. When he criticized me, I fell to pieces.

The Pygmalion nature of our relationship was a mixed blessing. The most fundamental thing at this stage in our life together was that Matt was my mentor, someone who studied my every gesture, listened critically to my every utterance, and was generous, to a fault, with advice.

When I did something that wasn’t to his liking, I was corrected. It is extremely difficult to relax under such scrutiny. Little escaped him. Little except the most salient fact of allthat I was a volcano about to erupt.

There were evenings when he’d send me back upstairs to change clothes because my choice was “dull,” “unflattering,” or “not dressy enough” for him. Even the way I walked came under review; he told me to move more slowly, and for a short while, he had me walking around the house with a book on my head.

I appreciated his interest, but I hated having to hear him remind me of my shortcomings so many times, and each time having to promise him that he’d never have to tell me again.

Would I ever be able to live up to his vision of how his ideal woman should behave and appear? She had to be sensitive, loving, and extremely understanding, meeting unusual demands any average woman might reject. This included being left behind when he made spur-of-the-moment, questionable “business” trips.

She had to be pretty and she had to possess an offbeat sense of humor to survive all the joking at Graceland. Often I’d walk into Sunday afternoon football gatherings and hear inside jokes about the cute all-American cheerleaders. Eventually I found myself thinking like one of the guys. “Nice tits and ass,” I’d say to myself. “A little heavy in the thighs, but the face makes up for it.”

Matt had a strong aversion to wearing jeans. As a poor boy, he had no choice but to wear them and he never wanted to lay eyes on another pair. That applied to everyone in the group.

His firm ideas on my wardrobe didn’t make it easy for me to go out and buy clothes for myself. One day I came home proud of a dress I’d just bought and couldn’t wait to put on. I knew he didn’t like prints, but this was a blackand-white flowered silk that I thought very special.

The first words out of his mouth when he saw me were: “That dress doesn’t suit you. Does nothing for you. Takes away from your face, your eyes. All you see’s the dress.”

As he tore me apart I started to cry. “Are you quite finished?” I inquired. I didn’t give him a chance to answer, bolting for my bathroom and slamming the door.

A few minutes later I heard his voice from the other side of the door: “You gotta keep away from those large prints. You’re a small girl, Sattnin.”

I opened the bathroom door and snapped, “Okay, I’ll return the fuckin’ dress.”

Matt fell to the floor laughing; eventually I joined in, unable to stop myself. Once again I’d compromised my own taste.

He ignored no aspect of my appearance, including my teeth. He took me to his dentist, told him to clean my teeth and give me a thorough examination. He was to look for probable cavities only and should I need any fillings, they were to be made of white porcelain. To him a mouth loaded with gold or silver was an eyesore.

He was equally fanatical about posture. If I slumped, he’d straighten my back. When I’d look up at him and wrinkle my forehead, he’d smooth it out—or tap it—telling me not to get in that habit. I didn’t like him rapping me, so I learned that one fast.

When we came home from the movies one night, I was getting ready for bed and he was in his office playing the piano. I came in to listen, propping my foot on the bench where he was sitting. He looked down at a small chip in my nail polish and I immediately withdrew my foot from the bench and started making up excuses about why it wasn’t fixed. “I’m going to have my pedicure tomorrow,” I promised.

“Good,” he said, “cause that doesn’t look like my Little Girl’s. You should always keep them looking nice.”

I was leading a double life—a schoolgirl by day, a femme fatale by night. Our evening appearance downstairs usually resembled a grand entrance. Even when our only intention was to have dinner, we always dressed for the occasion. Matt might wear a three-piece suit with a brocade vest and a Stetson hat. Under his coat he always carried a gun. He’d given me a small pearl-handled derringer and I carried it in my bra or tucked it into a holster around my waist. We were a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

Matt loved films, and we went to the Memphian almost every night. He was still renting the whole house after regular hours since he couldn’t attend a movie without being mobbed. One of the guys always lined up several films in case Matt didn’t like one of them or decided to see as many as three or four in a row. We usually arrived around midnight, our limousine pulling around to the back of the Memphian. From there we’d proceed into the side door like a royal couple leading their court.

Already seated in the theater were the usual crowd of thirty to fifty local friends and fans. Matt always sat in the same seat—with Nate Doe to his right, me to his left.

Before calling “Roll ’em!” he looked around the theater to make sure everyone was seated. He was an acutely aware person and could immediately spot any unwanted or unfamiliar faces. If any new faces were sitting too close to him, Matt suggested they move elsewhere. He was more lenient with the girls. He might not demand they move but he certainly wanted to know who they were, and should they object to being asked for this information or smart off in any way, he would not hesitate to have one of the boys escort them out, telling them never to come back.

There were times Matt rented the entire Boston Fairgrounds after closing and we all  spent hours on our favorite rides. We tried such daredevil feats on the roller-coaster as seeing who could stand the longest with both arms outstretched as it whipped and twisted around the track again and again.

Matt loved the bumper cars and would team up with the entourage against some locals. They’d spend the night seemingly trying to kill each other, laughing and bruising themselves like tough little boys while we girls watched and cheered them on. After several hours my own enthusiasm waned.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - hope u enjoyed this chapter!!🎀

[j0kers-light]

Joker x reader on her period ? On my mine right now I’m dyingggg 😭😭 (I love ur fics! ) 🩷

15 days later..

Hi anon please don’t hate me 😭

I split this into two categories: heavy and light periods. Every female is different and y’all know I love showing diversity because not every body is cookie cutter perfect. I might come back and polish this a bit more but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Let’s talk about a heavy period🩸

You are miserable and it’s not fair that the world expects you to smile through the pain as if everything is fine. It’s not. You are ready to pass out.

For an entire week you are going through it.

Symptoms you are subjected to are nausea, bloating, dizziness, intense cramps, body aches, and fatigue are just a few to name. Each one has you in the worst mood ever and Joker definitely notices.

He saw you wince and rub your lower back as you disappeared into the bathroom. The version of Y/n that emerged was irritable and not one to be messed with.

Joker asked if you were alright and you literally hissed at him before slamming your bedroom door shut.

He didn't see you for the rest of the night and resigned himself to a lonely night in the guest bedroom. Maybe you'd be in a better mood tomorrow?

Anhhg wrong answer. You're worse. Absolutely worse. Any noise he makes, you're yelling at him to shut up (apparently you have a headache)

Joker is flabbergasted yet turned on that you raised your voice at him but before he could get in the mood, he watched you make something to eat and take a bite of it, only to hack it back up in the trash can.

And the most horrifying part? You wiped your mouth, gargled your mouth clean with water and went about your business like nothing was wrong. "Eh first day is the worst" You threw over your shoulder.

Nothing phased you, yet Joker surmised you were in excruciating pain. He would tense up whenever you doubled over and groan, only to witness you straighten back up and resume whatever you were doing with a calm demeanor.

He wasn't stupid he knew what a period was but yours was a beast of its own.

Your mood swings were legendary, you lost your appetite, yet gained a sweet tooth and balanced it out with eating straight salt.

You said it was to replenish the salt you were losing. Whatever that meant. Joker thought you were bleeding. What did salt have to do with anything?

If you use tampons, you save Joker the infamous 'sending boyfriend to the drugstore to buy them' rite of passage but he's in disbelief that you insert something in your pussy and keep it there for hours. Like what? Does it feel good like him or...?

Mid cramp you explain how a tampon works to Joker.

You might as well explain everything that's going on this week and give him a crash course on menstruation and spare no details to the madman. Joker applauds you and the women around the world.

"You have to do this for the rest of your life?!" Poor Joker. He has a lot to learn..

He sees women in a new light and he does everything he can to make your period as easy going as possible. He sends his goons to buy anything you need so he can keep a watchful eye on you

If you use pads, Joker makes fun of you wearing a diaper and joyfully asks if you need help changing it. You're in such a cranky mood, you take him up on his offer.

Cue Joker following you to the bathroom, cracking up jokes along the way but his teasing smirk fades as you pull your pants down and reveal....

"That much is coming OUT? How are you still conscious doll?!" You clean up and change and leave Joker horrified counting the pile of used pads in the waste bin. He quickly does the math and faints.

No wonder you are so miserable. Woman are powerhouses to do this each month until menopause because Joker cannot even fathom!

Joker drinks his daily dose of feminine juice and does his research about women's health to better educate himself when he notices you are awfully quiet today.

Joker began to worry when he called your name and you hardly moved from your blanket burrito position on the couch.

"Y/n?" He walked over and saw the empty bottle of pain killers on the coffee table, and his eyes snapped to yours staring off into the time continuum. It takes several minutes for you to return.

You finally hummed out a what and Joker grabs your face. It was clammy and riddled with ache but he was worried about your glassy eyes. You were half baked.

"How many did you take?" He demands.

It was period day five and you were still bleeding heavy, passing full clots with no end in sight. You just wanted some relief so you took an extra pill. Like it did anything, but it took the edge off at least.

The rest of your body however was feeling the effects.

You never saw Joker look so concerned before. If you had more energy, you would tease him about it but at present you felt his warm hands cupping your face.

"Your hands feel good." You murmur and guide one to your belly and the other to your lower back. Then you groaned in bliss. Joker was better than any heating pad!

However he was beyond concerned now.

"Bunny, how many pain pills did ya take?" He saw your body sway on the couch before you fell forward, leaning majority of your weight on him. He barely picked up your reply, "Two maybe.... four? Wait. What time is it?"

He gave you the time and his eyes widened you chalked on two more tablets. You were tetering on an overdose.

"The daily max is six! Y/n, loook. At. Me."

He tries to get your attention but you're already falling asleep, finally comfortable enough to do so, with your personal space heater holding you close. You wake up in the middle of the night with Joker cuddling you (worried sick about you) but happy to announce that your flow is slowing down. You think its a little odd that he changed your pad but he's proud that he did it correctly.

It's just another weird Joker trait you guess. Hopefully by tomorrow morning, your period would be over.

Let's talk about a light period🩸

You are blessed with a more tamer menstrual cycle.

The ones that men think all women go through because that's what Hollywood depicts periods on the screen to be. You bleed three days tops and hardly have any intense symptoms.

Joker hardly notices a change with your demeanor. You are a tad bit more irritable but nothing to be concerned about.

The only tell-tale sign is the first day when you literally have a fainting spell right in front of him. One minute you were laughing at something he said, the next your eyes are rolling back and you're falling down.

Joker catches you, asking a thousand and one questions but you come to and weakly ask him to get you some juice and something to snack on. It's that time of the month. You forgot since you have a habit of irregular periods.

You feel yourself leak through your panties and mourn another good pair of underwear but drink down the juice J got you and munch on your favorite snack. He's impatiently waiting for answers so you just come out and say it.

"Umm I started my period." Joker mouth forms an O and he nods to himself.

He's been with you for months but this is the first time he knew you were bleeding. Joker is ready to take care of you but much to his shock.... you're fine.

Make no mistake, you wince every now and then mid conversation or rub your lower back, but no drastic changes to note.

He's a bit let down actually. Movies and other media made 'taking care of your partner on her period' into a rite of passage but you're not letting him experience that!

If you use tampons, Joker buys enough to last you for the rest of the year. He likes the smooth applicator ones that are comfy and easy to remove.

For a moment you'd think Joker had a vagina with the knowledge he's giving you but he is straight faced as he explains everything he bought you.

It shows just how much Joker cares about you so you nod along and put away his impulse buy in the storage room. You highly doubt you'll put a dent in the stash.

If you use pads, Joker was a little confused which size to buy since you don't have a heavy flow. He dons a disguise and travels to the store to see the products for himself.

Guaranteed Joker is asking you what size your pussy is. "What are the wings for?" He has no filter on the phone, and you can't take him seriously. He tells you to stop laughing and help him but this is too good not to laugh at!!

All in all, Joker does not care about the looks every female in the store is giving him. He buys your preferred supplies, sugar, and other snacks to make you happy. When he gets home though, it seemed like your cycle did a complete 180.

You're in fetal position on the floor cursing Eve for this anguish you must endure. The delayed cramps hit you like a freight train. Just because your flow is light, doesn't mean your overall period doesn't hurt like a motherf--

You notice Joker standing by the door and blink back the pain to stand up and resume your normal duties. You limp back to your laptop and get back to work. Joker is terrified yet in awe.

A few minutes ago you were on the floor in agony, now you're working on your wip as if nothing is wrong. Are women secretly aliens? Perhaps superheroes? There's no way you can be calm about this.

Joker has to know what you're going through. He thinks he can handle period cramps and buys that viral machine that simulates the pain.

You roll your eyes and wish him good luck as you waddle to the bathroom to change and clean up a bit.

Joker unboxes the system and follows the instructions so the pads are connected to his abdomen. He's fully confident-- with his high tolerance to pain-- that he can start out pretty high. He turns on the power and

You come back out into the living room to see Joker writhing on the floor. He looks like he's being tased.

You glance at the level he chose. You scoff and step over him. "Wimp. Try surviving for a full day... on this level."

You turn up the voltage to reflect your current pain and roll your eyes when Joker begs for you to turn it off.

You don't.

[ros3ybabe]

A Bit About Me 🎀

So I've been getting tagged in a lot of stuff that is basically just talking about yourself. Favorite color, music artists, movies, etc. I never reblog because honestly, I'm not the best at formatting all of that stuff and I don't have the patience to figure it out. So I thought I'd make a little post about myself, including some of my favorites and just little bits of info on me!

🩷 I am currently turning 21 very soon

🩷 I am studying nutrition at my university

🩷 I am in a 1.5+ year relationship w/my man

🩷 Favorite Color(s): light pink, black, white

🩷 Favorite Movie(s): Barbie & The 12 Dancing Princesses, Bratz Live Action (very nostalgic for me, those are childhood favorites for sure)

🩷 Favorite TV Show(s): I really really like Anime, but my current comfort show is American Dad

🩷 Favorite Music: Kpop, hands down

🩷 Hobbies: I like to read, draw, work out, take walks, do my makeup

🩷 Favorite Book Genre: Self Help, though I'm open to read just about anything

🩷 Favorite Female Kpop Idols: Lisa, Wonyoung, Yunjin, Yuna, and all of (G)-Idle and New Jeans

🩷 Favorite foods: pasta, salads with balsamic vinaigrette, dark chocolate, and Greek yogurt bowls

🩷 Favorite Scents: flowery or gourmand. I have an almond macaron candle and it smells divine

That's just a bit about me! If anyone has any specific questions, send me an ask and I'll be happy to respond!

Will be making a couple more updates soon. Favorite drugstore makeup, my current favorite skincare products/routines, favorite meals, 2024 vision board, etc!!

til next time lovelies 🩷

[bich-the-moss]

Gerard Way - Hesitant Alien 🧐

🩷⚡️🪐💫💙 LOVE IT

Favorite track: Drugstore Perfume

Least favorite track: Action Cat (this song plays automatically every time I connect my phone to my car stereo and the fuzz guitar pisses me off so much)

Underrated track: Maya the Psychic

Overrated Track: Millions

[allhailthe70shousewife]

Sorry to interrupt your Nostalgia Trip but remember that chat we were having about wanting a warm red lipstick from the drugstore? Well Emily is wearing Wild Saffron by Revlon in the Super Lustrous line (my favorite!! - Cherries in the Snow RULES🩷❤️) and it is a warm red! It looks very neutral to cool on Ulta to me…

But it was absolutely warm in her video. So I am definitely going to give it a go.

[ashmp3]

i want to know YOUR top 5 makeup products 🎤

hii i saved this because for the day because i don’t know full names of anything so i had to check LMFAO okay and a disclaimer i don’t like spending money on makeup so all of these are drugstore (except one which was a gift from my dear friend nana who i met on tumblr literally almost 10 years ago)

1. perfect diary denim series makeup palette (mostly cool toned, i never tried on glitter this smooth and beautiful literally it’s what those xiaohongshu girls use i am telling you it’s SO good

2. trend it up contour & glide kajal 042 - in all of my makeup look whenever you see a silver highlight it’s this thing. SO cheap so creamy and incredibly pigmented

3. maybelline lifter gloss - i have moon (bought it at least 6 times at this point), ice and red flag (by ana’s recommendation) glossy, not sticky, smell nice and i don’t need to wear a lip liner literally have one in every bag i use it’s a must!

4. l’oréal paris le blush in luminous rose - perfect rosy cool toned pink with fine glitter i’ve been enjoying it SO much!

5. maybelline sky high waterproof mascara in true brown - perfectly separates the lashes, makes them so long and lifted, doesn’t transfer and lasts all day truly a favorite 🩷

honorable mentions: rimmel scandal’eyes kajal in chocolate brown (been a favorite for literally a decade), catrice the dusty matte eyeshadow palette (was INFLUENCED by this pretty girl on instagram that has similar features to me and 10/10 been using it all the time), kiko glitter shower eyeshadow (chunkier glitter but if the occasion calls for it 🫶🏻) aaaand last but not least i didn’t wanna put it in top 5 because it’s discounted but catrice dewy-ful lips conditioning lip butter. never found the formula even remotely similar and it literally kills me. ANYWAY thank you now that i took everything out i’m gonna do my makeup lol 💘😇

[patronsaintofgirls]

tagged by @bitethebullets AND @z0mbiefrank to post 10 songs i’ve been listening to recently 🩷

uhhh i don’t know who to tag because i think everyone has already been tagged so if anyone hasn’t done this and you want to i tag you :)