#lite-soda

[leostimstuff]

Lite Funkin Pico for some friends!! Based around melon soda bc my qpp said that’s what he tastes like and it’s so true

🍈🥤🔫 | 🍈 🔫 | 🍈 🥤 🔫

[akkivee]

hey it’s ya bois ichiro and kuukou and they’re going to try the grimace shake today—

[videogameguest]

[askwilliamwisp]

hello wiwi!! such is my custom with ask blogs, i am here to offer a rock!! its sodalite :3

I, uh. Have no idea how you got this, but thanks. I think.

[sals-soup]

everyday i visit pixiv and it just reminds me of what a shithole tumblr is for artists

[planet4546b]

daydrinking in the park in the middle of edgeworth's murder case middle of investigating the case in which edgeworth has been accussed of murder pausing to daydrink in the park on a beautiful december afternoon with his best friend who is reasonably drinking what appears to be a lovely soda clearly holding an open bottle of wine despite the fact edgeworth is currently being framed for murder middle of the afternoon drinking wine straight from the bottle wine appears to be his drink of choice despite the fact he is twenty four years old and he could be drinking a bud lite or maybe a white claw and its the middle of the afternoon and hes in a park and edgeworth is currently being framed. for murder.

[deuteragonists-mismatched-socks]

A Break In Routine - Shane x Reader (Stardew Valley)

Another Shane SDV fic from my drafts with a couple strange gaps in it.

Warnings: mentions of recovering from alcoholism, being imperfect, guilt and self-loathing to a certain extent. Alcohol.

Word Count: 1.4k

Shane wasn't stupid. He knew you knew that. He noticed that, the closer you got, especially after that night on the cliff, you changed. Not so much in the way you dealt with him—you were kind and persevering as ever.

You stopped brewing. He had been out to the farm before, you had like ten kegs and an evergreen crop of hops and wheat to fuel them. And Shane wasn't stupid—he'd almost gone broke from buying the stuff before, so he knew it was lucrative. You'd have to be crazy to give that up. Farmers had it rough, especially ones that worked as hard as you. Having such an easy source of passive income should've been a no-brainer.

Oh, and you stopped bringing him alcohol. You were a social drinker—he'd seen you share Kahlua-and-coffee martinis with the good doctor or bond with Leah over a sweet red. But when it came to Pam and him, you were only ever seen with soda and some filling food in hand. He wondered if you thought he wouldn't notice. If he was too out of it or too naïve.

You visited JojaMart sometimes—normally just to check on him, never to buy anything—and you always had a tense look on your face whenever he was stocking the drinks section. That, that one actually hurt. Yeah, he had bad habits. He was working, only half successfully, on breaking them. But that made him think you really thought he had no self-control. That he was going to wander forward like a zombie and mindlessly rip into the Jack Daniels and Bud Lite. He shouldn't be trusted super far, but he thought he at least deserved the sliver of faith that would be required to believe that wouldn't happen.

That was what he was thinking about as he sat next to the fireplace, cola in a stein in his hand. See, he was doing better. He wasn't used to being fully lucid at this hour of the night, but he was getting there. It was significantly more uncomfortable, sitting there in silence when he wasn't half-catatonic. Everyone else was having a great time. Even Marnie was having a... whoa, beyond friendly conversation with the mayor. Hell, where were you, anyway? You were always trying so hard to make sure he wasn't alone, and now you leave him alone? Maybe he deserved it for all those times he blew you off.

"Hey!" You suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Suddenly, even completely sober, he couldn't sort out his feelings. He was grateful to you for watching out for him; he obviously couldn't do that himself. He was annoyed that you infantilized him. He was confused that you put up with him. Why didn't you just cut loose and stop holding yourself back for someone who has done nothing but screwed over their own life?

"What are you doing here?" Shane said. Crap. That wasn't what he meant to say, not at all. He meant to say 'Why do you stay? Why do you care? I'm not worthy of you.'

Your face fell and Shane needed a drink or six. "Trying to hang out with you," you responded, your voice edged with anger and sadness. "I was—y'know what, I'll leave you be, I just wanted to give this to you."

You held your closed hand out expectantly, and he obliged with an extended palm. 

You dropped a pearl into it.

"Wha—" his mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Oh, wow, Farmer, how did you know this is my favorite?"

You were already gone. He checked the clock on the opposite wall. Well, it was already 12. Maybe you just wanted to get a good night's sleep. He hoped that was all.

But Shane wasn't stupid.

When you exited your house at 6:10 AM sharp the next morning, you almost tripped over him before noticing that Shane was sitting on your steps. This was a huge break in his routine, and it worried you. "Shane? What're you—" You stopped yourself, realizing that you were parroting his words from the previous night. 

"I didn't mean what I said," Shane said abruptly. His murky brown eyes looked into yours with absolute earnesty, and you noticed something rather special about them. They weren't teary or red-striped. He wasn't hungover, at all. 

Your brow furrowed. "About what?"

"About—about... just, how I treat you, y'know. Always blowing you off and acting like you're not worth my time. I know it should be the other way around," his gaze dropped to the ground and he scuffed his foot against the wood of the front steps.

You lowered yourself to sit next to him, knees nearly touching. Time always seemed to stand still when you spoke to him—the sun was stuck in the sky, and you weren't worried about what you were going to get done that day.

"What do you mean, Shane?"

"You know what I mean, Farmer," he said, before exhaling and rubbing his hands on his pants. "I just... I'm not... good enough, for you. I'm a, uh, flash in the pan, I guess. What I'm trying to say... is I'm sorry," he sighed, risking looking up at you again.

Your eyes seemed to look through him. "Shane," you said gently. "You're good enough, for me, for anyone," you emphasized. "And I... do understand why you say the things you do, and they are unfortunate, but I appreciate you recognizing that and apologizing."

Shane looked from your piercing eyes, to your hand that was resting on your knee, centimeters from his, back to your eyes. "I'm trying. Really trying."

You took his hand, and his heart rate spiked. "I know you are, and I know that Marnie and Jas and I really appreciate it."

"Yeah," Shane whispered. Part of him felt guilty—that somehow, Jas wasn't enough to straighten him out. But he was grateful that somehow, you were.

Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand,  comforting him further. He wondered how you could stand touching him. Even after that touching speech, he had a hard time believing you. Even if his personality, his character, was something you seemed to admire, which was beyond him on its own, look at him. He had gained... a number of pounds in the past eight months, he shaved maybe every three days, despite getting a five o'clock shadow by the end of that day. His hair was a genuine disaster, even though Marnie refused to admit it. He was physically clean (most of the time), and that was basically where the pros stopped.

"Thank you so much for coming over here this morning, Shane," you said. Shane had to suppress a shiver at the way you said his name. It didn't sound the way anyone else ever said it. Maybe it was just his imagination. 

But he was more than happy to keep imagining it. "I can't tell you... how much it means to me, that you're reaching out and, and trying. In the most non-patronizing way, I'm proud of you."

He could almost feel tears welling in his eyes. "You're—you're proud of me?"

He hadn't heard that since high school.

"Yeah, of course," you nodded genuinely.

He laughed, almost in disbelief. "Thanks."

You let go of his hand, and Shane had the chance to experience a split-second of disappointment before you used your now free arms to wrap him in a hug. "You can tell me if this is okay or not," you said, your words muffled by his Joja jacket.

"It's okay," he responded quickly, trying not to squeeze you too tightly.

You pulled back, wondering for a moment if it would be going too far, before you decided to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You stood, walking off to water your crops. "I should probably let you go, you don't wanna be late for work."

Shane's face was all pink, and he nodded after a moment's delay. "Right, yeah, um...thanks for listening to me," he stood as well. "See you later."

You watched him take the path from your house into town, zipping up his jacket against the wind. He had patched the holes in it.

[trevination]

modern au outsiders favorite video games

pony loves story games like life is strange, detroit become human, little nightmares, etc. but he also is obsessed with shitty ass mobile games and shitty roblox games so he can torment little kids playing them.

soda loves stuff like untitled goose game, human fall flat, gang beasts, mariokart. and he’s Good at them he beats everyone’s ass. also he plays goat simulator 3 so much darry is concerned for him. he and steve or dally play it Non Stop

darry would play tetris around the clock. on the computer, on his phone, on a console, anywhere he can. as a kid he loved the old nintendo games and he’ll beat ur ass at super smash bros

johnny is a nintendo fan for life. he’s got an old 3ds, an old game boy, a switch lite, and he’s always on the curtis’s wii. he’s a hardcore legend of zelda fan and knows All the lore. pony asks him stupid questions about it all the time just to make him annoyed

ace love love lovesss platform games. she also loves speedrunning platform games. watching her play celeste is Terrifying. it’s so crazy she’s so cracked. also sonic games. she’s also a fan of story games like pony, but she would rather die than 100% them like he does

steve plays games like he’s in the middle of a war. stuff like call of duty, fortnite, overwatch, anything where he rages at other people over a really shitty mic. soda joins him but unlike steve, he cannot aim to save his life

dally plays on roblox and minecraft servers just scamming little kids and tormenting them. he finds the most creative ways to curse over the censored chat. u just Know he was an among us fiend. playing super smash bros or gang beasts (or god forbid overcooked) with him is a very hostile situation

[sparkleworm]

Squeaky Sodalite! A commission for my friend soda-lite on FA :3

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 3

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Angst, mild language

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"He's coming?" Your friend Jessie asked, practically letting her jaw drop to the floor as she adjusted her cowboy hat in the mirror.

"Shh." You put a finger to your lips and pulled on a pair of black spandex for your cat costume. "I don't want to tell Winnie or Chris." You knew they would give you a hard time, but Jessie was a little more open minded.

"Okay, okay." She pretended to zip her lip. "I won't say anything."

"Thank you." You tossed on a black shirt with lacy sleeves before grabbing the cat mask. After Jessie checked herself out once more in the bathroom mirror, you reached for your keys. "Let's boogie," you whispered.

The ride over was focused on Joel talk, and you didn't particularly mind. You were kind of itching to talk about him.

"Are you into him?" Jessie asked.

You weren't a good liar so you were honest, despite the potential backlash. After that motorcycle ride it was like a switch had been flipped inside of you.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Wow." She giggled, "It's so.. random. Not judging. I just.. wow. Why?"

"Why?" You shrugged as you drove. "He gave me a ride on his motorcycle earlier and-"

"Wait, what?" She grabbed your forearm without even realizing it.

You laughed. "We rode around town and then he drove me back to pick up my car at the junkyard. That's why I was so late getting home."

"How old is he?"

"I'm not sure."

"He's a least ten years older than us. Probably more."

You shrugged again. "I'm just feeling things out. I really just want him to have a friend." You turned to look at Jessie for a quick second. "Ya know?"

"Oh, I know." She chuckled. "A friend with benefits."

You laughed and swatted at her. "Cut it out."

"Just let me know what color bridesmaid dress I should wear."

You rolled your eyes with a grin and the two of you had another laugh.

The sign for the tavern came into view by the road side and you pulled into the parking lot, allowing your car to merge in with all the others. You both reached for your purses in the back seat and then headed toward the door that led inside.

On your walk up you heard someone call out your name and turned to see the man in the plastic scarecrow mask. Joel. Seeing him there alleviated any anxiety that lingered on the chance of him not showing up. He *had* showed up, and you knew how big of a step that was for him.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a hug and he partially lifted the mask as your roommate began to introduce herself. A moment later, the three of you were walking inside, welcomed by the beat of the old time seasonal song, Midnight Monsters Hop.

"I'm gunna go get a drink," Chrissy shouted, using her thumb to motion toward the bar that was overflowing with ghouls, ghosts and everything in between.

"Okay." You gave a thumbs up and looked to Joel. "Want a drink?"

He nodded, "Yeah, sure."

You reached back behind you for his hand and felt that similar electricity from before when he took it.

Up at the bar you flagged down the bartender.

"I'll do a vodka soda and.."

"A Bud Lite," Joel added, reaching into his wallet. Like his habit at the coffee shop, he paid with cash despite your attempts to try to pay for the round.

You looked at one another and without saying a word, you tapped your glasses together and then took a sip from your drinks. Joel hesitantly lifted his mask partway. You felt so bad for his inability to be free.

When another old Halloween song came on by The Dead Kennedys, you pulled Joel with you into a crowd of people who had begun to dance along to the rock music.

The beat was fast and upbeat. Without thinking you shoved Joel playfully with a grin with one hand to his chest and then closed the gap again and began to dance right next to him.

A moment later he was following your lead. He was having fun. You were having fun. The dim lighting in the bar was intersected by strobes of oranges, greens and purples, highlighting your every move.

When Joel really began to relax you could see it in his body language. He was dancing around, grabbing your hand to twirl you and being less cautious about lifting his mask to take a sip from his beer.

The rock music never seemed to let up. You needed a break from dancing as sweat began to make your face glisten. You eyed an old photobooth in the back corner of the bar and reached for Joel's free hand again, towing him with you.

When you pushed your way through a pale, white curtain you pulled him down into a seated position beside you and inserted a five dollar bill into the money slot beneath the camera screen.

With the first 3-2-1 countdown on the screen, you both kept your masks on and you stuck out your tongue. For the second photo, Joel lifted his mask so it sat on the top of his head and he managed a half smile. For picture number three, Jessie came out of nowhere, leaping into the booth for a photobomb and then exiting just as quickly.

You were laughing. Joel was laughing. You were both genuinely enjoying the night. Seconds later, the pictures developed and you took a copy while handing one over to Joel.

He kept his mask up as you pulled him back out into the bar where you resumed dancing. The energy was fiery. You loved every minute of it. More so, you loved seeing Joel at ease and having fun. Prior to recently you had never even seen him smile.

That night, in the freaky, flashing strobe lights, things felt perfect - as perfect as they had felt on the back of Joel's bike a few hours earlier. You knew this was manifesting into one of those nights - the type of night you looked back on that was on the border of magical, at least the type of magical that existed in real life.

It was everything. The music, the lighting, the look on Joel's face as his eyes found yours and never left. You were two giddy children that night and it felt so damn good. Never in a million years did you think you'd be able to get him out of his shell.

A break in the song left the two of you breathing heavy with smiles.

"Want another drink?" He shouted.

"Sure." You smiled, and a ringing stuck in your ears with the brief absence of loud music. The next song quickly picked up and Joel smiled, squeezed your hand and then made his way through the crowd.

"Another round, please," you heard him order.

Your eyes were on him as he stood there by the bar. You still smiled. He was contagious; perhaps the definition of a diamond in the rough. Joel Miller was.. dreamy.

"Hey killer." A voice interrupted your temporary euphoria. It wasn't directed at you. It was directed at Joel. Your daydream was suddenly interrupted when you saw a man approach him as he waited for your drinks. "You're in here dancing and having a good time. Where's Johnny? Hmm?" The guy shoved him now and you ran to Joel's defense.

"Enough!" The bartender scolded but the guy went on.

"You kill a local legend and you think you can just move on?" The guy shouted.

"Stop!" You intervened, standing with Joel as others began to turn in your direction.

"Oh, you even got a girl, that's great," mocked the stranger. "You know what Johnny's girl does on and off every week? She cries. Because you killed him!"

Joel tossed a twenty on the bar, left the drinks and stormed out of the establishment. You chased after him, bursting outside and shouted his name when a car whizzed by and almost hit him on the Main Street road.

"Joel!" You shouted and hurried the rest of the way to him. "Joel, stop!"

"I can't do this!" He shouted, "You just don't get it!"

"I know." You shook your head. "Joel, I'm sorry."

"I'm not your little fucking project," Joel went on.

"I know that, Joel." You shook your head, feeling the first sting of tears in your eyes. "I just.. I like you. I was having fun with you."

"I don't belong here. Not in this town. Not anymore! Nothing is going to change that."

"It's not fair," you went on, "I know-"

"You don't know anything!" He waved his hands wildly to the sides. "You don't know how I feel every single day."

"I know I don't," you agreed, "But I want to be here for you. I want to help you. Be your friend."

"What and relive this shit show of a night almost daily with me?" He made a face and shook his head.

"This night hasn't been a shit show," you argued. "Up until two seconds ago this was one of the enjoyable nights I can remember. It started back at the junk yard and on the bike-"

"Well, I'm glad I could give you a thrill ride," Joel said in a snarky fashion that cut you a little deep.

"Joel.." you shook your head. "I enjoy your company." You extended both of your arms in his direction with your palms up.

He looked at them but distanced himself further back a few steps. "Just.. go back to your normal life and stay away from me."

He scoffed turned away from you, storming off into the darkness as you still held your arms out in front of you. Despite having just formally met him, a single tear left each of your eyes.

"Joel!" You called. "Joel, please.."

He didn't turn back around. It broke off a piece of your heart when he disappeared around the corner of the building without so much as looking back.

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER 4

@untamedheart81 @amy172

[girlkisserr]

SODA(lite)!!!!!

A mute half elf warrior who's voice is in the form of the companionship from Talking Mushroom. A little bit cocky, and somewhat smug, they have the combat skill to back themself up but they're an honest person I swear!

[palepinkgoat]

😷weekly tag wednesday😷

thank you for tagging me @mybrainismelted @deedala @heymacy @jrooc @casey-ackkat @energievie @catgrassplantdad ! ! !

Name: Karen

Location: the birthplace of trap music

Age: Layla

Are you sick right now with a cold, flu or other non-life-threatening but deeply obnoxious illness: the very tail end of a cold-ish illness but it was more like Cold Lite.

When you're sick are you a get-up-and-just-work-through-it kinda person or a lie-in-bed-and-moan-loudly-and-not-move kinda person? I used to power through and be miserable, now I try and rest and not push through what can't be really pushed through. It's a balance.

What's your ultimate comfort drink when you're under the weather: I usually crave a soda of some sort. I guess I'd say a sprite? I think it's because my parents let me have a 7up when I was sick as a kid. It's like muscle memory except it's high fructose corn syrup.

Are there any superstitions or things you do that you believe will make you get better faster? no. I usually don't take anything either. I think most of them are shams. Maybe some ibuprofen but I try not to because of my medication load. I have tea with honey and just rest.

Do you take vitamin C or any other herbal remedies or do you think that's all non-scientific nonsense? I take various vitamins already but they are gummy ones so I feel like a child. My friend made elderberry syrup for a few years and another friend made fire cider, and I took both of those at various points and I fully believe the fire cider knocked something out of me quick. Elderberry worked maybe? It tastes good at least. I believe in it. I don't get sick often anyway.

When you were young and got to stay home from school what was your favourite show to watch (or thing to do whatever)? I'm with almost everyone else here of a certain era. Price is Right!! It was thrilling to watch tv on a school day. I would also get to have the aforementioned 7up and lay on the couch. My mom was usually pretty hands off because she's a nurse and believes in things just running their course. We never got anything like cold medicine that I can remember. Just honey. And 7up.

Is there a secret favourite part you have to being sick? No way. I hate being sick.

Worst part about being sick: I hate when you cough and cough and it's all rattly and you can't catch your breath. Freaks me out. Puking doesn't bother me in the slightest (I had horrible serious morning sickness that lasted the whole pregnancy twice, I've thrown up a billion times) but colds kind of activate my anxiety with all the breathing issues.

Who do you think would be the worst patient? Ian or Mickey? Ian would be the worst because he would try and push through it and make himself sicker. He'd be really frustrating to deal with and generally be moaning and groaning but still tying on his stupid running shoes and refusing to just rest. Mickey would be mad at him for not taking proper care of himself, but secretly Mickey would love doing things at night for Ian like getting him gatorade or rubbing his back or trying to figure out what a humidifier is and why Ian is asking for one. The next day Mickey would go buy one and present it at night all proud of himself. And Ian would fall asleep happy even if he snored because of a stuffy nose.

tagging to play and/or handing a box of tissues to...

@nozenfordaddy @michellemisfit @ms-moonlight-inn and you!

[eclipian]

Two Headmates

pt: two headmates

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit + picrew credit

Name: Lexie , Angel , Angelic , Angela , Wing , Winona , Butterfly , Azul , Sapphire

Age: 18 Chrodal

Pronouns: She/Her , Shu/Hur , Shy/Hyr , It/Its , Ix/Ixs , Iz/Izs , Ae/Aer , Cae/Caer , Dae/Daer

Gender: Female , Angeil , Blue Raspberry Soda , Chalice , Aphelaen , KPopgirl , Multiple KPop -Songic , Idolish , Angorphiad , Angelnected , Angelove

Attraction: Aroace

Other IDs: Idolvalper , KPopxper , Idilutic , AIdoAB ,

Species: Angel

Role: Idyll , Caretaker

Aesthetics: Dreamcore , Cloudcore , Dreamy , After Hours , Golden Hour , Lo-Fi

Name: Sam , Pete , Mario , Art , Aart , Wine , Orcid

Age: 15

Pronouns: He/Him , Hu/Hum , Hy/Hym , She/Her , Shu/Hur , Shy/Hyr , It/Its , Ix/Ixs , Iz/Izs , Ae/Aer , Cae/Caer , Dae/Daer

Gender: Bigender , Fine Wine , Novismalia , 90saesbodiment , 90sfashic , 90sprsentic , Toongender , Toonintric , Multiple -artstylin , Veiaprinum , Canvasgender , Hexodic , Gendercreative

Attraction: Bi Demiromantic , Creationtum Attraction

Other IDs: Disso90stime , A__APB , Artist Occuden

Species: Human

Role: Artist , Artisan

Aesthetics: 90s Aesthetic , Memphis Lite , Memphis Design , Neo-Pop , Bubblegum Dance , Raver

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tags: @bahtive

[creatingblackcharacters2]

🌹Ice's Lazy Loc Wash Routine🌹

I wanna preface this with two very important things:

I do not retwist my own locs! It would take far longer if I did. I have the tools and the means, and I know how to do it. I just hate doing it 🤣. It takes patience and arm strength and I lack the will. When I have the money I just schedule a retwist. Usually about every three months (which is longer than usual)

This is the way EYE do it! This is one experience out of countless, so don't assume my way is THEE way. There are people that will probably scream at me through the screen. But alas... It is "lazy" Loc wash day for a reason. And I do still care for my hair, and it's healthy and thriving for seven years (as of this Wednesday) 👍🏾

Okay? Okay.

Washing

The misconception about locs is that they are dirty. They're no "dirtier" than any other type of hair, nor do they require dirt to lock. That's a lie, and a racist one at that.

That being said, locs will end up holding the weight of life lol. Skin, sweat, dust, pollen, smells (and for me, bc I have dermatitis, scabs); all those things will end up weighing your locs down. Some people will do an Apple Cider Vinegar and Baking Soda wash to detox their locs.

However, I use this!

Essentially it's water, apple cider vinegar, orange peel, and some essential oils in a spray bottle, so I can spray it directly on my scalp and locs and massage it in deeply. Let it sit for a bit. Because I only wash my hair every 2 weeks or so, it's fine, but I wouldn't do this if I was washing it more frequently as it could mess up my scalp pH. Again, I have painful dermatitis, so it helps me get closer to my problem spots. Does it burn? Yes. It's working 👍🏾

Then I use this soap bar, which has things like coconut oil, aloe vera, eucalyptus, tea tree, almond, lemongrass, and more in it to scrub my scalp. You're supposed to rub it into your hands and scrub it in, so naturally I put the bar directly on my scalp. Be better than me. Smells AMAZING though and leaves my scalp clearer than it has ever been.

Medicated Shampoo

I use a medicated shampoo last. While that sits, I bathe 👍🏾 Bathe well, too 👍🏾 Please make sure your characters are bathing when they wash their hair 👍🏾

Once I'm done, I gently pull my locs apart (they WILL start tangling at the root IMMEDIATELY), then I wrap my hair in a beach towel. You're supposed to use t shirts because they're softer on curls, but I don't like water dripping on me while I get dressed. I put on easy to wear clothing. Tits loose clothing. I gotta be comfortable.

Medication

So if you know me, this is something I complain about ALL THE TIME. And it's how dermatology does NOT cater to Black patients! Even my shampoo says "for 30 days, wash every night". I'm Black with locs. My shampoos last for months bc that is impossible without me sacrificing my entire night, every night. Even if I had an Afro, we're still not supposed to wash our hair every night for fear of stripping the natural oils.

So I have to DEMAND I be given a medicated liquid solution. No petroleum based products!! A solution is the easiest way to reach my scalp. Does it burn? Yes. It's working. 👍🏾

So if your character has a skin issue (dermatitis, psoriasis, exzema excema eczema) on the scalp... Solutions are the easy way to go.

Moisturizing

I promise this isn't free ads lmao, I just happen to be experimenting with this company and I like what I've seen so far. This is a real lite oil spray with rose water and essential oils, and it cools my scalp.

Aloe Vera, the goddess of healing. Also cools my scalp and addresses those burning, pink spots from my dermatitis.

Drying

Drying depends on the length and thickness of your locs, and the temperature. Mine are shoulder length, pencil thick. Today I dried at real high heat (unintentionally) and it only took about an hour. At a lesser, safer heat, about two. This hair dryer bag is LIFE fr.

Conclusion

If I don't have anywhere else to go (and I don't, bc I plan my loc wash days like this) I spray my scalp with oil one more time, put on my loc sock, and then I'm done 👍🏾

Total time today: about two hours. Normally 3 at a lower dry temp. Not bad at all.

[autthesnot]

"if, then" A small zine I made for my BFA exhibition looking at the way nonbinary genders are viewed/explained by people represented by various objects. In my case I prefer to see it as fully unique identity as opposed to some general misconceptions. Of course people view themselves in different ways and with a variety of nuances, but my thesis was breaking down supposed "intellectual" or supposedly complicated/taboo concepts like these with simple and recognizable imagery. For a simple explanation of each page: - It is not fictional (a photo of Nessie among photos of people) - It is not Man-Lite/Woman-Lite (Diet soda among regulars) - It is not a broken or damaged form of an existing gender (A shattered wine glass between a cup and pristine wine glass) - It is not a replacement or update for man/woman (an LED among older modeled light bulbs) - It is not quite just a mix of man and woman (A mixed shaker between salt and pepper shaker) - It is its own entity (An apple between a banana and an orange)