#i use the dryer for bedsheets and towels

[ladywaffles]

calloused hands in soft hands + Icemav

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calloused hands in soft hands

“Hey there, sailor, has it been a long tour?”

Six and a half months.

That’s how long it’s been since the President overturned Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.

He is finally free to marry his partner, openly and within sight of their family, friends, and former flyboys.

“It’s worth it when the sea brings me back to you, lover,” Maverick replies with a lascivious grin.

Ice rolls his eyes, even as he stands to greet Mav. “I’ve changed my mind—the tides can have you. You’re terrible at this.”

“What, after all this time?” Maverick drops his pack in the foyer and winds his arms around Ice’s waist, sliding one of his hands into Ice’s back pocket. “When I can finally do this in public?”

“You know, you’re still technically not allowed to do that, I’m still a superior officer.”

“Yeah but—”

“Don’t even say it, Mitchell,” he cuts him off. “It’ll be cheesy and bad, and I’ll be looking to trade you in for the newer model by the end of the year if you do.”

“Trade me in?” Maverick asks incredulously. “After I finally got you house trained?”

“Got me house trained?”

“Breakfast for dinner is nice, dear, but it’s the only thing you can be relied upon to not burn when I ask you to cook,” Maverick replies.

“You’re just mad because the laundry always smells nicer when I do it no matter what you try.”

“And who was the one who had to stick his arm up the backside of the dryer because someone nearly set a lint fire?”

“There wouldn’t have been a fire, if you’d cleaned it out the first time like I asked—”

“You know you can go more than a week without washing your bedsheets, it’s not the end of the world—”

“—put a sticky note on the fridge and everything, reminded you before I left for D.C.—”

“—and if we’d switched to the other towels that don’t give off all that fluff, the lint wouldn’t have built up nearly as bad anyway—”

“—I told you, it was one list of things to do, a very simple list of three chores around the house, and you didn’t listen the first time or the second time, so third time’s the charm, right—”

“—and then you kept insisting we use dryer sheets when wool balls work just as well, better even—”

They cut themselves off and smile. Ice sticks out his hand, wiggling his fingers until Maverick takes it.

“So. It’s been a while since I last saw you.”

Maverick laces their fingers together. “Yup.”

“Seven months.”

“Seven months, two weeks, and three days. But who’s counting?”

“Did you see the news?”

“I’ve heard a thing or two.”

Ice squeezes Maverick’s hand. It’s scarred and calloused from all the maintenance he does around the house, on his bikes, and on the Mustang they still haven’t made airworthy again. There’s a bump right where the stick sits between his thumb and his forefinger after hours sitting in the box, first in a Tomcat and then in a Hornet, and soon, maybe, in one of those fifth-gen stealth planes that go five times faster than Ice ever did.

His own scars from his days in the sky have long since been traded in for hardened ridges where his pen rests, reams of forms to fill out and files to read. There’s no flying for admirals, Viper had once warned him. Flying’s like riding a bike, but the memory of it starts to fade from your body faster than it does your mind.

Between the two of them, Maverick is much more the image of a pilot than Ice is, in his tailored suits and stars.

He runs his fingers over the back of Mav’s hand and presses their palms together.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Of what?”

“Now you’re just playing coy.”

“Well, Admiral Kazansky, if you’re asking little old me,” Maverick starts, “I think it’s about damn time.”

Ice grins. “See, I’d thought something of the same myself.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two wedding bands, made of newly minted gold.

“So, what do you think, Mitchell? Wanna get hitched?”

Maverick holds onto Ice’s hand tighter and drags him back towards the front door.

“Where are we going?”

“Where else do you think? We gotta go catch Slider before he gets too far from base and tell him to call up the boys, we’re getting married this weekend!”

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[llau-ren-ti-a]

Bad Batch Headcanons - Skin Conditions

I’ve had this on my mind for way too long now and I NEED to write it down.

For context: I think that their mutations and “enhancements” had some side effects and actually made them more sensitive or gave them some other issues, this is one of many. Maybe Regs have to deal with this too, but I’m running with the Bad Batch for now.

TW: skin conditions, acne, eczema, a little blood? self-harm and injury

Hunter

first of all - he has like the most sensitive skin ever

I’m talking unscented, only natural ingredients, ph-neutral, everything you can imagine

soap made from ash, lime and oil, like, really specific and gentle shit

but on the other hand worst mixed skin ever, goes from crazy oily to dryer than Tatooine at least once a week

he’s either looking like a glazed donut or a shedding lizard

he’d straight up put cooking oil on his face bc “oil is good for dry skin, right?

someone tell this man how to take care of himself istg

bandana hides his greasy roots

bandana may be tied in different styles to hide his dandruff

he‘s highkey insecure about it

he‘s shedding like a dog, his hair is everywhere

in the shower, on the bed sheets, in the food if he cooks

if he ever shaves, doesn’t matter where or how he’s getting the worst razor burn and ingrown hairs ever

he’s getting all the issues

also, a big candidate for body acne?

he gives me back acne vibes

doesn’t wash his bedsheets or towel nearly often enough

they actually all (accidentally?) share a towel and never wash it, I’m convinced

Tech

his skin is dry af like, eczema / neurodermitis / psoriasis dry

especially his hands and joints, like the inside of knees and elbows

and around his eyes, especially because of his goggles/glasses, but also in the corners

he researched everything but sometimes just can’t help it and almost scratches his skin off

Hunter makes him wear cotton gloves when he goes to bed

that’s why he never sleeps

Crosshair straight up ties his hands with bandages so he can’t scratch himself

also a very dry scalp / dandruff candidate

should spend all of his time moisturising

tinkering around the marauder and getting into contact with motor oils/hydraulic liquids/fuel only makes it so so so much worse

doesn't wear skin protection, especially not gloves because it 'inhabits his motor functions'

don't get me started on his nails and nailbeds, because I can see how inflamed and irritated the skin is

the skin also peels off

sweaty hands

has a lot of moles?

stresses about said moles

Wrecker

has the nicest skin ever

except for a big pore / blackhead here and there

usually around the nose or on his forehead

literally the guy who either doesn't use soap or uses the same bar of soap to wash everything

it works

healthy glow might be mistaken for oily skin but it's actually not

actually gets a sunburn often, especially on his head, but refuses to do anything about it

turns into a lobster on uv-light-intense missions

red skin, really tight and shiny

sometimes, if crosshair is feeling really mean he gives him a brotherly slap on the sunburnt shoulder

he gets mouth sores sometimes, like cold sores?

also very attractive to mosquitos? he sweats a lot

scratches his mosquito bites so there are little scars all over his body

really random but occasionally he gets like one big aggressive butt pimple and can't sit for a few days

is very vocal about said butt pimple

Crosshair

my beloved

he's also getting all the issues

had very bad acne as a cadet

especially around his chin and cheeks to the point he straight up refused to take off his helmet

now that he's done with puberty he has a bunch of acne scars left

still breaks out sometimes

very sensitive to water - he just washes his face like usual and suddenly breaks out because that particular planet's water is 'weird'

so much acne but dry af skin, it's hard to combat

skin picking as self harm

aggressive nail biter; not only the nails but the skin around it

he's actually one big hangnail

and his nailbeds and sides are always inflamed

toothpicks to stop him from picking his skin

or to try to stop him from smoking but this is not a mental health / addiction headcanon

I'm convinced he has the ugliest, driest old man elbows and knees, I just know that they look weird

Echo

technically a reg, I know

but his prosthetics sometimes don't sit right, so there's a lot of friction and a high risk of irritated skin, blisters and sores

he's so pale - not surprised at all if he gets sunburnt quickly

reminds everyone to use lotion / sunscreen

learned the hard way bc he listened to Fives

tries to keep everyone from making stupid mistakes

buir mode activated

Omega

baby

baby skin

for now

Echo attempts to keep her in check

gets one really bad sunburn and learns her lesson

can't move for 3 business days

also, not a skin condition but she spends 5 seconds in direct sunlight and is just covered in freckles

[deada55]

When the River Meets the Sea - Chapter 9

crossposting: ao3

work summary: A nine-year old in Tomahawk, WI gets glaucoma surgery over Christmas break.

chapter summary: It's the morning before the surgery, with no time to mourn.

tws: substance use, eye injury, child maltreatment

It's a fun one, y'all!

In the early morning, his mother shook him awake by the shoulder, irritable and active from the migraine that woke her up every other hour in the night. The living room was still dark, but the light in her bedroom shot out of the open door and streaked the brown shag carpet. Pickles was still asleep on his side, with his feet brought as far up into the borrowed bathrobe as he could hold while asleep.

“Pickles, get up and get ready. You need to go brush your teeth, and your hair is a mess... Did you spend all night on the couch when you have a perfectly good bed upstairs?”

He pried his eyes open through her cajoling. When he sat up, the crick in his neck “popped” out, but the relief gave way to a lingering weakness. The pressure in his head rose. The knot of the robe’s belt dug into his hip through the night and left him sore. His puffy undereyes burned and his hair was deranged from tossing and turning. Entire sections tufted together like the fur of a dirty red cat.

“Mom, I’m really sorry, I wet the bed. I’m sorry.” 

She stood with her head leaned back, perplexed. “And your next move was the couch? You know how to change bedsheets, Pickles. What if you’d done it again?”

Before she’d finished speaking, he shrugged and forced himself up to fold the towel he’d slept with. Letting go of the front of her pink housecoat, she snatched him up by the collar of the green robe and turned him square to her. 

“I don’t care what happens to you today– I’m your mother and you’re going to respect me if it’s the last thing you ever do! Do you understand me?”

With his free arm crossed diagonally across his chest, he squeaked out,

“Okay, Mom-”

“Not ‘okay, Mahm’, answer me!” She bared her yellowing teeth. Her fingernails stapled the robe together at his collarbones, and her grip threatened to choke him if she would only twist her hand. 

“I… Uh! Um…” His mouth was wide as a hole in a concrete wall as his frenzied hands fell over her wrist. His shins scraped the coffee table, but he couldn’t step backwards.

“Don’t be stupid, Pickles. Do you understand what I told you?” When all he could do was stutter, her temples burned with a tension that only rolling her eyes could relieve. “Go take a shower. You stink.”

The morning sky was dark, but they always woke up as a family. When Pickles went to the bathroom, she took the towel to the washing machine. She pulled Seth’s sheets (left from the day before) of the dryer and traipsed upstairs with a basket to wake him up. Calvert put coffee on and loaded the toaster. While he was discreetly leaning over the sink, trying to hold down the remainder of last night’s sour stomach and wake up, she came back downstairs with both boys’ wet sheets and loaded them in the washer wearing rubber gloves. 

After he showered, Pickles hustled out of the bathroom in a fresh beige towel, knowing Seth would need the shower next. Seth, however, always put his clothes on first, then came down to wash up. He put the same clothes back on when he was done. It wasn’t a foolproof plan to keep himself from smelling like piss, but Pickles didn’t want to rub salt in any wounds. After all, it was his older brother, and he could save (bedwetting) face however he saw fit. A masterpiece of gauze pads, tape, and rolled bandages covered Seth’s left eye, but he picked it as he walked to take it off before he went to the shower.

Every time his father raised his eyes at the breakfast table, Pickles looked anywhere else. Without food or a jelly jar of juice to sip at, he was stuck bouncing his knees and rubbing the seams of his clothes with the ragged scabs on his fingertips. If Seth, damp from the shower with an ugly eggplant of an eye on full display, wasn’t bouncing his leg, too, the sound of the floorboards wiggling underneath the linoleum would have set Molly off. She sucked down her over-easy eggs with her fork so delicately aloft that any sudden breeze could have knocked them on their golden stomachs into her Jimmy Dean sausage links. 

The percolator sputtered out the last of the coffee and Calvert cleared the slur out of his throat.

“Gonna fix Pickles a plate?”

The sight of food made Pickles’ empty stomach cramp, so he leaned over the round table to try and take the edge off, and maybe sneak a moment with his head down…

His mother sucked her teeth. “Pickles, elbows off the table. Sit up straight.”

He sat up as far as he could and swallowed hard to see if it would help. The back of his throat had dried out all the way raw.

“He can’t have anything. Surgeon’s orders.” She ruptured the thin membrane of her egg yolk, which she had eaten around until there was no white left to pick away.

“Did the surgeon tell you to pee the bed, too?” Seth crushed the few crunchy cornflakes he had into the side of the bowl (because the faster the whole thing turned to mush, the less he actually had to eat.) 

“He did?” Calvert lifted his coffee mug and looked over at Molly while she mopped Wonderbread through the mess on her plate

“Seth, not at the table,” She didn’t tolerate “potty-talk” at the table, not even mentioning “bathroom” or “restroom.” If you needed to go, you excused yourself, and your plate would be scraped and washed before you could come back to it. 

Calvert gestured towards Pickles with a tilt of his head, eyebrows lifted as he waited for Molly to respond. With a sigh and a shallow nod, Molly gave Calvert a flat-lipped smile. He sat back in his chair, finished his coffee, and slid Pickles the funnies before pouring himself another cup from the percolator.

When all were excused, Pickles lingered white-faced at the table, with his palms pressed plainly into the ironed crease of his slacks. Today, his hand-me-down pants were dark red, with a matching yellow shirt that either made him look pink or sick. His mother told him not to wear red, since his hair clashed. It worked well for Seth and his light-brown hair, but her thriftiness trumped her criticism and Pickles ended up with hand-me-downs anyway. Days like these, he had a habit of wearing his least favorite clothes, so he wouldn’t “ruin” a good outfit with a bad memory. It took him a year to wear green again after the garage burnt down.

From the empty table, his line of sight fell directly onto their wheat-printed General Electric toaster that had sat beside the kitchen sink from the moment he could see the countertop at all. Every morning, everyone got a slice of toast, burnt black on the corner if you got the piece from the rightmost slot. Was his piece of bread still in there? Was one put in there for him at all? Did the toaster work as well with a quarter of it empty? Did it work better? He wasn’t listening when the toast popped out, but did the toaster make a softer chime with fewer pieces? 

Would he ever get to find out, or was today the last day? His last day? People died “under the knife” all the time, General Hospital said so. And if eyes were the windows of the soul, if his eye popped like a balloon under the force of a scalpel, would his spirit rupture, too?

He heard his father’s footsteps transition from the carpet to the linoleum, and jerked his body forward when he heard his father’s reflux gas over his shoulder. 

Calvert swallowed some briny phlegm and rested his fingers on the back of Pickles’ chair instead of going in for a pat on the back.

“Uh, don’t sweat it too hard, kid. It’ll all be over before you know it. Just a couple days.” He dumped the last silty drops of coffee into the sink before cleaning the percolator, continuing to talk over his shoulder, burping quietly under his breath. “You won’t remember it next year. Your mother doesn’t remember being in the hospital with either of you-”

Calvert didn’t dare ask what Molly remembered from the months she spent in her bed after her hysterectomy. The modern convention of baby formula was a lifesaver, so that he and an endless parade of aunts and grandmothers could take care of the new baby while Molly slept with her eyes open. Seth learned to use the potty from Molly’s sister-in-law after spending six weeks at their house.

“... You’re gonna be fine, Pickles. Don’t work yourself up before surgery.” All Pickles could hear were the tiny, bubbly belches popping out of his father between every word. Urp! Urp! Urp! 

About every other breath, his father made the sound, and the back of Pickles’ throat started to get tight and dyspepsic. His racing heart started to punch him in the ears, faster than the little burps, until he couldn’t hear the running water from the sink.

Calvert looked back when he heard Pickles shake his inhaler, blotchy red from his temples to his collarbones. He moved back from the table and put his hands on his knees like a runner that’d stopped short and given up.

“I said quit it! Damn it, Pickles, I told you–” he pulled a bottle of white rum out from under the kitchen sink and poured himself half a pint glass.

He left Pickles to take his breath back on his own. Pickles waited until his father had retreated back to the bedroom before he ran up the stairs through the constriction and almost fainted once he got to the top.

When her toilette was complete, Molly circled the house in freshly polished brown shoes. With only ten minutes left to spare before they had to leave, she was on a manhunt for Pickles. It was 6:30 A.M., which wouldn’t matter if only she’d remembered to make him put a bag together the night before. When she raced up the stairs to do it herself and find him later, she heard coughing. 

“Pickles, what are you doing with your toys? Get your medicine together to show the surgeon!”

Pickles was kneeling in front of the broken pieces of all his action figures, with Sam’s raggedy head over his shoulder. When he heard her, he came up on his feet and put Sam in front of his chest, but when he tried to skirt past her into the upstairs hall with his friend, she took a step to the side and blocked the doorway. 

“You’re not taking Sam to the hospital. They’ll burn him so you don’t bring him home covered with measles or some crap, and you’ll never get him back. Then you’ll have ruined all your toys. Don’t try it, mister, or you’ll be sorry. ”

The tears burned, too, but he refused to blink as he walked downstairs with his empty hands in his empty pockets.

With a small duffel bag of socks, medicine, and underwear, he stood at the door and put on his coat while Molly de-iced the windshield with a pitcher of hot tap water. As chilling as the thought of him was, he wished his father would come back out of bed. Would he still remember how frightening his father looked, or how ugly and dark Seth’s black eye had grown overnight? A fat red split cut the black and purple. Seth rubbed the other eye and yawned as he stepped into the foyer.

“Hey, Pickles. Pickles. Look, let me know if you see some lady giving birth or something in the hospital. Peter Klein says the videos they show in health class are really gross. So. I hope they cover your eyes or something. Ok?” Seth’s breath stank of fake flossing and whole milk ass, but Pickles didn’t have the strength in him to do anything but smirk and nod off to the right like a moviestar would.

“Tell uh, everyone at Granny’s that I said ‘Hi.’” Pickles didn’t want to seem rude to the family, did he? He thought Seth would roll his eyes, but all he did was blink. Even the swollen one blinked, and the exposed sliver of Seth’s iris disappeared.

“Pickles, they already know who you are. They’re not stupid.”

Pickles pressed his lips together and nodded. Seth furrowed his brow and opened his mouth, then he thought twice about what he’d said. “... Uh, yeah, I’ll tell ‘em. I’m keeping your presents if you die, ok?” 

Molly came around the corner wearing her good coat and Seth walked away without another word.

[chieana]

I'm from the Netherlands as well and I'm interested, what stuff would you put in a dryer? One of my flatmates is trying to convince me to get a dryer but I would only put socks, underwear and towels in the dryer, while she uses it for nearly all her clothes. I thought everyone only put underwear and towels in them 🤔 So, call this unwarranted curiousity, but what would you dry with a dryer?

I agree with you! And I would also dry bedsheets in a dryer, because I have nowhere to comfortably hang them up in my apartment, haha

The main reason I am considering getting a washer-dryer combo right now is to dry my bed sheets, and if I have it anyway, might as well dry those towels and underwear in it 😉

I think it's a terrible idea to dry all your clothes in a dryer, but maybe it's okay for most clothes? I would probably throw my PJs in there too, for ease 🤷

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU-King Peter Steele & Grifter/ Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 9

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1504

After the king had taken his older sister into his office to talk and the twins had admired the bedsheets and towels that I had picked out for them, I had to transfer the king’s new bedsheets into the dryer and I tossed in the bath towels into the washer this time around.

“Mommy, can you buy some laundry hampers for me and Evie?” Aria asked me as she took a seat at the kitchen island across from her younger twins. “Me and Evie just toss our dirty clothes into a corner of the room.”

“I’ll ask the king when he comes out next,” I hummed, opening the Amazon app on my cell phone and adding a couple of laundry hampers to my wish lists. “What do you girls want for lunch?”

I was sliding the girls’ plated lunch over to them when the king and his sister came out from his office, the woman leaving the house and the king coming into the kitchen.

“Cathy needs to run off and deal with some drama at home,” he told me as he slid into a seat next to Evie, who was struggling to cut her food. He smiled kindly at her, motioning that he could cut her food for her and she happily handed over her plate, fork and knife. “Sweetheart, I’ve been watching videos up on YouTube, trying to learn sign language for Evie,” he told me next, finishing up his task and sliding the plate back over to the kids with a gentle kiss to the top of their head. “The local community college also offers some classes, so I’m looking into that as well.”

“Ah, okay,” I hummed, my ears perking upwards at the telltale tinklings that came from the dryer. I excused myself and went into the laundry room to take out bedsheets for the king’s bed and rotate the bath towels. I began to fold the sheets, working skillfully and quickly, smiling as I finished my task, stacking the freshly laundered bedsheets into the pillowcases and then carrying them into the kitchen.

“You got new bedsheets for our bed?” the king asked me nonchalantly, finishing up his lunch.

“Yes I did, your majesty,” I answered him respectfully as I took the girls’ new bedsheets into the laundry room, tossing them into the washer along with a detergent pod. “I checked the linen closet, and you only had the one set. I do hope that you don’t mind too much.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t care if you use my card to buy things that you and the girls need,” he validated my worrying, carrying his plate into the kitchen and running water over it. “Just don’t drain my bank account, okay?”

I smiled at him, thankful that my soulmate was such a sweet man.

“Before I forget, but I’ll have time to head off to Home Depot tomorrow and look at paint colors for the girls’ bedrooms,” he told me, holding up a hand as I opened my mouth. “Neutral colors, right? To make the bedrooms easy to age up with the girls as they grow up?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” I smiled at him, catching the twins having a telepathic conversation using just their facial expressions.

“Do you and daddy want us there?” Aria asked us sweetly, and I had a hunch what she was doing. “Me and Evie don’t mind staying behind and letting you two go out.”

Peter promptly burst out into uproarishly loud laughter at the girls trying to play wingman.

“Girls, the paint is going onto your bedroom walls,” I reminded them with a frown. “I do think you both should at least get a say into which colors we’ll get.”

“Sweetheart, let’s get the tiny pint sized cans of the colors you want to try out first,” the king suggested, still chortling. “That way, you can view the paint colors in different variants of light and can make a good choice.”

“Okay,” I hummed. “Girls, you’re coming with. End of discussion.”

“Yes mommy,” Aria meeped meekly before turning to sign to her sister.

“Hey sweetheart, what do you say to a date?” the king asked me shyly. “Just you and me?”

“YES!” cheered Aria excitedly, bouncing up and down on her seat. Evie let out a loud squeal as she joined her sister, the both of them jumping up and down on their bar stools.

“Girls,” I snapped. “Enough. Quit your bouncing unless you want to pay for new bar stools.”

“Yes mommy, sorry mommy,” Aria apologized, pushing her plate off to the side, signaling that she was done. The king took care of their now empty plates, planting quick kisses onto their temples before rinsing the plates and then setting them into the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, tomorrow I have that dedication for the new children’s library opening in downtown,” he filled me in. “I’ll need to leave at nine AM to get to the event by nine fifty, and from there, I’ll cut the ribbon, pose for some pictures, be on a short film segment for the local news, and then I’ll return. We can go out for lunch after hitting up Home Depot after all that, does that sound okay?”

“Okay!” Aria chirped, answering his question to me.

“Alright now, you two go into the backyard and play!” I frowned, shooing the two sisters out the back door and sighing when I saw them beginning to frolic in the leaves. “Sorry about them, they’ve never acted like this before ever.”

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart, don’t be sorry,” he reassured me, leading me into a room in the back of the house that had a window which overlooked the king’s backyard, a nicely sized television and a comfy in appearance couch. “I’m happy that they like me enough to consider me as their father figure. It’ll make things easier for us moving forward.”

“Like how so?” I asked him, taking a seat on the squishy, comfortable sofa, being immediately snugged into his side as he wrapped an arm tightly around myself.

“Well, I called the agent who does my medical insurance, and she told me that you and the girls can only be added to my health care plan if you are my wife and the girls are officially adopted by me,” he shrugged, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “So if-”

“Yes.”

My response bubbled from deep within me, being joined by a happy smile as I settled my hand onto his chest.

“Pardon?” I could practically hear the king blinking owlishly.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” I clarified before recovering myself. “That is, if that was what you were going to ask me.”

“Well, that wasn’t what I was asking you, but thank god!” he chuckled, pressing another sweet kiss onto me, this time to my temple. “This makes things so much more easier- like now I won’t need to stress about writing you a sappy poem or whatever.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!” screamed Aria, who apparently had been eavesdropping over by the partly opened window.

I promptly turned bright pink at the knowledge that Aria had been privy to our intimate moment, but the king clearly didn’t mind at all, as how he didn’t look displeased and wore a smile.

“You think they’re okay with it?” he asked me.

“Now you’ll officially be our daddy!” Aria cheered happily.

The king tossed his head backwards as he roared, tears of mirth pooling in his eyes as I tucked my face into his shoulder, not quite mortified- more so exasperated at my eavesdropping daughter.

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[meditating-dog-lover]

New eczema trigger identified - dryer sheets

I was washing my clothes and bed sheets, folding towels and putting away my clothes. I use Tide laundry detergent and Bounce dryer sheets which are terrible for your skin (I bought the Bounce dryer sheets last Sunday).

I woke up this morning with clearish and calm skin. Then I walked my dog, and it was warm outside. Then I started to wash, fold and put away my clothes, bedsheets, and towels. Then my hands turned red and started to itch. My sister said it's the fragrance in the dryer sheets and helped me find more skin friendly alternatives on Amazon.

This is a case of contact dermatitis rather than a food sensitivity related inflammatory response, even though I know tomatoes cause my skin to flare when I consume them. That's why both patch allergy and food sensitivity testing would be essential for me. I'm also wondering if my laundry detergent is irritating my skin. Soaps (both dish and hand soaps) tend to slightly irritate my skin. Except some soap brands.

I saw this video on Amazon about treating eczema by getting to the root causes:

The doctor talks about various root causes like nutritional deficiencies (I've addressed mine and take vitamin D and omega 3 fatty acids regularly), IgE mediated allergies (both food and environmental which I'm currently working on), and gut disorders that manifest as skin inflammation (microbiome imbalances and leaky gut, I'm not quite there yet and I doubt this is the cause of my eczema because I don't have any obvious gut discomfort).

Just as a note: I'm not an allergy expert, but I think when she is referring to food sensitivities, she means IgG mediation rather than IgE (IgE mediation is triggered by skin irritants like soaps, detergents, fragrances, chemicals, etc... that cause contact dermatitis). Food allergies are also IgE mediated and result in hives, swelling, and anaphylaxis, whereas food sensitivities, which are IgG mediated, cause inflammatory conditions like eczema. But I'm not 100% certain of this. I always saw eczema is IgG mediated rather than IgE (unless it's contact dermatitis).

Also another cause not mentioned in the video is detoxing issues. Either you are constantly exposed to irritants or your detoxing organs (lungs, kidneys, gut, and liver) are not functioning effectively.

Anyways I'm still waiting to do the food sensitivity and allergy patch tests. That should take care of my eczema thankfully. I love proving doctors wrong by addressing my health issues from a root cause perspective, because it always works.

[dinaive]

Result

What can I learn from this result?

Breathe more, prioritise, try my very best to complete my task, if i unable to do so. Learn to relax and sincerely improve myself. Ask Allah for help. Make Allah SWT my focus. Remember exercising and eating slowly is important!

DAILY routine (12th Sep 23) Tuesday . plan. Do not give up. Be consistent. Be patient. You got this. Insha Allah, Āmīn

Blue or ✔️ - clear green - on going red - to improve - unable to complete purple - you can do it too orange - reminder yellow - action not required; please be honest

wake up early

complete case 7

drink a tablespoon of vinegar and plain water

indoor cycle for 10 mins

Shower wash hair

apply conditioner

detangle hair

use scrubs from head to toe

wash face

brush teeth

gargle mouth for 15 second up until throat

Dry hair with hair dryer or hair towel

morning skin routine

Apply antioxidants + c and e moisturiser 🧴 on face and neck

apply a small amount of retinol eye cream

apply sunscreen

put on nice clothe

Decorate breakfast 🍳

Make Hot Kopi o

drank caffe mocha ☕️

eat breakfast with happy face

eat supplements; collagen, fish oil, probiotics, vitamin c, vitamin d and green tea extract.

fajar prayer

read love letter - chapter The Terror

nap

do ablution

repeat 🔁 step 14,15 & 16

groom flowers 🌸

meeting at 330pm

Do case 1

remember Allah

case 2

remember Allah

case 3

remember Allah

case 4

remember Allah

case 5

remember Allah

case 6

remember Allah

case 7

remember Allah

case 8

remember Allah

make a hot cup of drink

nap

do indoor cycling

repeat 🔁 step 4 to 10

do ablution

repeat 🔁 step 14,15 & 16

do meditation(s)

zohor

lunch eat rice

Tea break

asar

change bedsheets

Read something of a book

Maghreb prayer

strictly no carbs, dinner

drink green tea

cycle 10 mins

prep for breakfast

clean potty tray

take out trash 🚮

shower

isyak prayer

if it is still early, well I can do painting 🖼️

night skin routine- retinol serum

retinol moisturiser

retinol eye cream

read love letter; the kingdom

sleep early

[devils-little-sista]

I am very Tired and would like to go to bed but have to wait for clothes to get out of dryer. And I still have a load of towels to wash and should probably change the bedsheets. Towels can wait until tomorrow. I just washed the other bed sheets so I’ll use those.

[risaonda]

[teebarnes]

✨ | A Bad Day

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

~

Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

~

You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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[furbymancer]

furby buddy washing PSA! 🧽🧼

heres a good way to wash and dry furby buddies w/out damaging their delicate face plates/paint!! this is what I used on my owl buddy :)

hand wash: soak buddy in lukewarm water with detergent. just a few drops if you’re using a bowl; I used a bucket with like 1 tsp of detergent.

optional step if buddy has some trouble spots: make a little dish with some more concentrated detergent water and dip a toothbrush into it. use that to get the little nasty bits out of buddy’s fur! it’s easier before soaking but you can do it whenever!

after soaking (i let mine soak for like 10-15 min), squeeze buddy under running water until water runs clear. (you can soak in plain water for a while esp if you don’t like detergent smell)

rinse + squeeze one final time until no more water comes out!

now for drying: air drying in front of a fan is good, but it’s slow, and sometimes I worry about water lingering in the beads inside the buddy. SO...

if you wanna tumble dry your buddy in the dryer!!! first take something thick and soft like a sock or beanie hat and fold it until it’s big enough to cover the face plate but small enough that the furby’s body can still get dry

use a hair tie or rubber band to affix the sock/hat/etc. to the buddy. this will keep it from slipping off! now buddy can get washed without banging their lil nose!

tumble dry on low/extra low with other clothes/towels/bedsheets (nothing that bleeds like jeans though!!!) I highly recommend putting the buddy in a pillowcase and tying it closed. you could use a lingerie bag if you have one!

ALL DONE!!! enjoy your clean and floofy buddy ✨ you can use a toothbrush to fluff out buddy’s hair and fur!

note: don’t be a dumbass like me and wash light-colored furbies with dark clothes, though, cause now my buddy’s white toe beans have dark lint stuck to them 😅

[skywardsister]

FNaF Security Breach Fan Fazwatch Messages

Okay, Princess

I’ve got a little nickname for Vanessa- “Princess.” Perfect, right? She acts like she’s superior to everyone else, and she even matches the character art on the Princess Quest cabinets. The title seems more than appropriate.

 Missing Decorations

A shipment of Fazbear Entertainment memorabilia came in yesterday with streamers, themed balloons, and posters. Although the initial order included string-lights, I was told that the box contained none. We reported it and the manufacturer issued a refund.

 Pizza Orders

It seems like someone’s been abusing their supreme upgrade for the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex Quick Delivery Virtual ordering system (we should really shorten its name). We ran out of all pizza ingredients in just three days last week, and have been ordering twice the normal amount since. Maybe the supreme upgrade should only be available to guests.

 Laundry?

No one has used the downstairs laundry rooms since S.T.A.F.F. bots replaced all night shift work, but I found one washing machine running at 11 last night. The washers and dryers used to be used mainly for employee clothes and towels, but weirdly enough, this one had bedsheets in it. I reported it and Vanessa told me they’d go to the Lost-and-Found.

 Faz Cam

CUSTOMER COMPLAINT – The Faz Cam flash causes long-lasting afterimages and headaches which have developed into migraines in some cases. Effects are more severe when viewing the flash directly. If the flash feature cannot be disabled, Faz Cams will be confiscated in Monty Golf indefinitely.

 Kitchen Staff

MAINTENANCE REPORT – Yesterday was the second time in one month the kitchen chef-bot was found on the floor utterly destroyed only a few feet from its normal station. We suspect the incidents have something to do with Chica, but will have to get the footage to prove it. Reparations are pricy, but a lawsuit over injuries if a human were to take its place would be worse. This issue could pose an obstacle for regular pizza production if it persists.

 Night-Mode

ERRANT BEHAVIOR REPORT – The daycare attendant’s personality needs moderation. Until it is properly altered, daycare lights must remain on and designated nap-times will be put on hold until further notice.

 Raffle

COPY FOR APPROVAL: Wanna be a real rockstar? Spend at least $50 in purchases at Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex (including concessions, merchandise, game tokens, or party passes) to enter the Rockstar Raffle! Raffle winners earn free seasonal passes to all Pizzaplex activities for themselves and one additional guest (passes effective for one season only).

FNaF Security Breach is property of Scott Cawthon and Steel Wool Studios, the writing is mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)As a little exercise to get myself back into writing, I thought it would be fun to jot down my own fan message logs that could've fleshed out the world of Security Breach more!

[kedreeva]

From someone whose local temps have gotten to -40 before (did you know -40 is the same is F and C? I didn't, until I looked it up because it was that fucking cold out)-

Cover your floors. Yes the walls, but cover any non-carpeted floor with rugs or blankets or whatever you can find. Also, if you have tarps or can get tarps cheaply, you can put them up over walls/windows to prevent cold radiating in. Bedsheets would work too. Anything to create a curtain to form a barrier.

You can get a heated lap blanket for fairly cheap online here, I would be willing to bet you can get them in Australia too. It's just a small blanket that plugs in and has a heating element inside of it that runs for a set period of time before shutting off. Personal heating pads also work (like for easing muscle pain). I have a little heating pad in my bedroom that I turn on before I go to bed, and then cover with my bedding so I can get into a toasty little pile of blankets for sleep. To this end if you have a dryer, buzzing clothing or a blanket in the dryer for a few minutes to warm them can help.

You can make yourself a heated water bottle out of a glass bottle (we use old liquor bottles) and some hot water. I put enough water to fill the bottle into a pot and heat it to just under boiling. Pour through funnel, cap off, wrap in a small towel/shirt/whatever piece of cloth, and cuddle that bitch through the cold snap. When we lose power but still have gas, this is how we stay warm. You can also do this with a sock- fill a sock with rice, close off the open end (rubber and, tie off, string- NO METAL though), and stick in the microwave for 30-60 seconds. Bonus, you can add a little dried lavender or other nice smelling herbs to it, and when you microwave it, the scents will activate. Cuddle until it cools, then you can reheat. Might work with dried beans, but don't quote me as I've not personally tried that one. I've used the rice ones to make great pads for baby birds, snakes, mice, etc, but I prefer the water for me- gets hotter and lasts longer. I do have a Warmie stuffie (from the Warmies site!) that's a dragon that's made for this purpose, and he's been microwaved many times.

Don't avoid the bathroom. Your body has to work to keep itself warm. When you avoid peeing, your body then has to work to heat a bunch of liquid it doesn't need and will ultimately get rid of. Don't do that. Just go.

Eat! Digestion generates heat. Snack on little things. Doesn't have to be fancy or even warm, just keep the system running.

News is running a bit on how to make your house warmer in winter here, and starts with a bloke inspecting a house and it literally goes, "this house has no insulin in the walls, floor, and the ceiling insulation is full of gaps. The windows are single glazed and have poor coverings. There are nearly inch wide gaps at the base of every door including the external ones. Is very breezy inside."

Like. I know that's normal here, I live here, but sweet jesus.

News ended up advising that people put blinds in and get solar power. How tf are poor people gonna do that? Renters? Stupid advice. It's getting below zero at night rn and barely scratching 10°C in the day, which means it's the same damn temp indoors

I've improved my home by putting furniture against external walls as insulation. I've got fleece safety pinned to the inside of my curtains ($10 for a half sheet of fleece at spotlight rn!). I've taped the balcony door shut. I've committed to only heating two rooms and I've door snaked the doors to the rest of the house to save money. Do this even if you dont have a heater, your body heat is doing something. I chose bedroom and living room, some people might include kitchen to use heat from the oven but my house doesn't lay out for that to work.

Also, wear lots of clothes and blankets. It's 1pm, I have three shirts, a jumper, and three blankets on rn. Drink tea to keep hands warm. Try cleaning something with hot water instead of turning the heater on in the day, helps get your fingers warm and is slightly active. It's okay to sleep in gloves and a beenie. A hot shower to get your temp back up is good if you prep clothes and don't wet your hair.

If the world were better these houses would have been built well, but that's not where we are. There are tricks to use, use them

[cant-think-of-a-username]

Hi!! I have never gotten this before so I thought it would be super cool to ask for one ahah

may i be matched to a haikyuu character? 🥺 thank you!! <3

Pronouns: she/her

Gender Preference: male

MBTI Type: I just took it for the 1000th time a few days ago and got INFP-T (but I would tend to also get ISFP dsfkjs)

Astrology Placements: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising, Sagittarius Venus, Pisces Mars (if it helps)

Physical Description: long straight black hair that reaches the middle of my back, dark brown eyes (that apparently makes me look like i have eyeliner sometimes) with long thick black eyelashes, light-medium neutral skin, 5'5", i apparently have long legs, thick thighs, cute butt (LMAO im just listing wut ppl have described of me too sdfkj), soft hands with quite long fingers, pretty basic body i would say sdfjhsd, and i apparently make things look expensive (i love fashion) i would say the best way to describe what i wear is probably (dark) academia but i like just wearing whatever i like--i don't like to limit myself to a certain aesthetic.

Personality Description: with new people/in first meeting, i tend to be quiet or generally don't speak much but once i warm up to you, im a really playful person or at least i really enjoy acting that way.

im honest but i should remember that my words can cut sometimes (rip), ive been described to be incredibly kind (sdfkh)... maybe because i tend to put so much energy and effort and time into other people or my relationships (friends, family, literally anyone that comes into contact with me for a decent amount of time)

i tend to act or do things according to how i feel but despite having that trait of mine or having that inclination, i can still very much be realistic. as i act according to how i feel, i have been described to act younger than my age and i doooo and i aint gonna deny it pfftt ima OWn That sHiT

i have no problem with acting like a child. i love rain, i love water, i love the ocean, i love cafes or the smell of coffee, i love the smell of fresh laundry and feeling the warm fabric (caused by drying in the sun or from a dryer lmfao) of whatever it may be (clothes, bedsheets) on my fingertips..

i love self development or just trying to be better and combined with me loving or liking a lot of different things, i try a lot of things--therefore not really becoming a master at anything dkjfhfsd. and because of that.. (i think) because i try a lot, putting quite a bit of effort into my.. goals (i have perfectionistic and overachieving tendencies) i guess.. when it fails (ofc) im incredibly disappointed, and become pretty... fucking sad hhh and when that happens.. i start to become more lazy/complacent 🤡

..bonus (if u wanna sprinkle some "angst" i guess LMAOO): i overthink a lot (so i start to have difficulty making smarter decisions or thinking of strategies to solve my problems + i still have a sprinkle of self-esteem issues of course... feeling incredibly incompetent is not foreign to me) so i could exaggerate my troubles or make a problem out of nothing 😶, im quite emotional, i have the "dismissive avoidant" attachment style, feeling hopeless quite often aint foreign to me either 😭

bonusbonus: (wow dont i love talking about myself? sdfknsd) i love corgis

Hobbies: dancing, witchcraft, astrology, divination, spirituality, reading fan fiction (LMAOOOO), reading visual novels/playing otome games, painting, drawing, looking into psychology in some type of manner, netflix, swimming, watching anime i guess, trying new things, learning something (new)

Ideal Date: tbh going to a concert of an artist we both enjoy, an arcade or an amusement park (im like a scaredy cat but im almost 100% sure im more likely to go for the “scary” rides if i was with someone i enjoyed hanging out with anyway), probably going on a tropical vacation (cus, beach anddd water activities), water amusement park !!

A Must Have in my Partner: they have to be okay with me pursuing my goals lol; i already have a problem with putting too much energy into others that i dont get to direct that energy onto myself.. so someone who has my best interest in mind + being considerate of me (because.. of that dismissive avoidant attachment style i would say--im just saying this because its the best that i can describe it) and they should be okay with my childlike actions/tendencies lol (like... they shouldnt be repulsed or something like that--that they treat me unpleasantly because of it or something) (oops i just realized thats more than one when u asked just.. one)

extra information: a short drabble would be amazing !!

sorry this was pretty messy and i pretty much just babbled LMAOO

but again, if ever you get to do this (or even if u dont..)

thank you so much!!!

i hope you have an amazing rest of your day hihi <3

sorry it took me a while ! i was just really busy lately and barely got time to write 😅

hope u enjoyy :)

I ship you with..

Nishinoya Yuu !!

- You are the most gorgeous person he knows ;)

- he literally shamelessly approached u the moment he laid eyes on u

- even with ur somewhat quiet first impression, he never gave up making u eventually warm up to him

- doesn’t really mind brute honesty, in fact he thinks of it as a form of bravery

- he also loves seeing your childish side since he himself has one too

- wanna dance around in the rain ?? he will 100% join u !!

- he loves how determined u are to get better and will constantly tell u how proud of you he is for it

- even if things dont go ur way sometimes he will comfort u and tell u that its completely normal to fail sometimes

- there is no overthinking on his watch !

- noya knows how bad it feels and that u definitely deserve a little break but he wont let u laze around too much, trying to help u get back up on ur feet and regain ur confidence is something he never fails to do

- he loves watching u do what u love and is always willing to join u (not that he is always fully understanding of what he is doing)

BONUS :

Cheering you up on a bad day..

You were getting frustrated trying to fix a mistake you made on one of your paintings. You let out a loud groan hiding your face in your hands in exhaustion, finally giving up. Hearing a loud knock on your door, you tell whoever is outside to come in. “HEY, HOW WAS YOUR- ....day ?” noya looks at you with concern in his eyes. “are you okay ?” “yeah i’m fine, its just that this painting won’t look right no matter what i do” you sigh.“maybe i should just throw it away” “you are not gonna throw it away” he says, his tone completely different from before, more serious in fact. “you might just be tired now, so don’t you dare give up now. you can always try again tomorrow” he says walking towards you and holding your hands in his, a little smile forming on his face. “how about you take a break for now ? the sun is really warm and it’s still early; wanna go swimming ?” You look a little unsure. “you still haven’t used that corgi beach towel i got you” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. You chuckle at that, proceeding to look him in the eyes with a small grin forming on you face, “sounds like a plan”...

[commiekinkshamer]

I’m scared the pinworm infection is back. I can’t trll for sure, but I have symptoms that could potentially be from something else. But it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the symptoms. The last infection put in the deepest darkest lowest point of my life and if it lasted any longer than it did I honestly don’t think I would have survived. Unlike the people I got it from I don’t have a hot water washer or dryer and only heat kills it. I can’t boil my clothes anymore because that ruined them and I burned myself, and I don’t have the hours it takes to boil and hand scrub clothing. I also don’t have money to go to a laundromat, and none are in walking distance so I’d need to pay a taxi too.

I can’t even begin to explain how it destroyed me. The hours of cleaning and boiling everything daily. All bc my landlord is too cheap to fucking hook the washer up to hot water. And the worst part is before I knew, we probably spread it to other people in the building through the washer.

Getting rid of pinworms not only requires medication I can’t afford, it also requires washing and drying ALL of your clothes, your bedsheets, towels in hot water DAILY. For weeks.

Last time we used garbage bags as pillow cases and used rolls of paper towel to dry off bc boiling and wringing towels gave me a fucking breakdown and burned my arm.

I hope all the people who think pinworms are no big deal bc they can afford all this shit have a lovely day in hell. I hope all the moms who prefer ~natural~ treatments and send their kids to daycare without medication have a lovely day in hell. Get fucked!!!

I don’t know if I have them, I pray I don’t, but I could literally murder someone right now I’m so so so angry and scared.

I Fucking hate these disgusting Fucking things abd I will honestly probably just kill myself if I find out I do have them. Bc I can’t live with the guilt or shame knowing I spread them, I can’t get over the fucking pure disgust I have just thinking about, and I sure as hell can’t afford to get rid of them and getting reinfected over and over is just not a life worth living frankly. So fuck it. I’m done