#no more ingrown.

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

It's very fresh still so I'll probs update with a pic when it's healed a little but!! Did my DnP tattoo!

Based on the beautiful beautiful art by @queenusagiblog who was so very kind to give me permission to tattoo this on myself, thank you so much usagi I'm so grateful!! ❤️❤️ You're a phenomenal artist, and I'm so happy to have this as my first DnP tattoo.

I haven't decided yet whether I wanna colour the lettering in or not but I've left it this way for now, we'll see in a couple months when it's more healed

[thriceboundhome]

ABOUT PUBIC HAIR/PERSONAL GROOMING

QUINN ;

she's hairy

well, not Hairy

decent amount of fuzz on her legs/arms. has a tiny shadow above her lips that she cannot see for the life of her

a proud bush haver though. 💪

she doesn’t really shave/trim

had a full body shave once and was uncomfortable in her skin for a whiiile

loves her fuzz and you will catch her rubbing her legs together because of it

she trims her public when it starts bothering her, doesn't really think about it much if at all

will get bored and trim fun shapes

a content bush enthusiast

honestly forgets that people are weird about underarm hair and is throughly confused when she gets weird looks cause her arms are up in her sleeveless tops

fuzzy stomach too 🙂‍↕️ and a small trail but it stars right above her navel and joins her bush

HAIR ;

she doesn't take care of her hair (head) often. let's Itani take care of that

She could put he's given her a bad habit and she intends on letting him keep it

Loves letting him put in braids with clips and baubles

When she retires, it's a constant

Detests whenever there's surprise missions, and she has to hastily undo her hair because using noises in fights isn't her speciality

Loves having her hair out in an afro just as much though

Just wished she could maintain it better because her hair dries out easily

ITANI ;

he's not as hairy as his sister but he's got some

naturally doesn't grow that much body hair but he doesn't let it grow enough to actually know

actually tries not to think about it cause his burns make him feel patchy

and he's long given up on the thought of facial hair because of it (quinn teases him about having a mustache when he doesn't)

Trims, not that he has much hair to begin with

just a lil sprinkle sprinkle of hair here n there

H A T E S his underarm hair cause he sweats a lot & and it sticks to him and— he'd rant all day about it if he could

I lied. from the knee down he's got some hair

he's grown more into it over the years, but before he'd shave it often

surprisingly has a happy trail and he loves to go shirtless because of it.

he takes wonderful care of it. its his pride and joy

when he's retired and can actually just sit and reconnect with himself— he stops shaving as much

HAIR ;

Itani has such a loving relationship with his hair.

He's never been upset over how long it takes or when it goes wrong

his hair has been with him through it all and he intends to show it that gratitude

He doesn't like going out with his hair unfinished if he started it

Be it he was oiling his scalp or moisturising it or mid way through a hairstyle- he hates having to cut it halfway

It feels like he's disrespecting his hair by not having made enough time to care for it

loves wash days. doubles it as an everything shower day too (he is that guy )

I have and will continue to jump between him having locs or his hair open

I think when he's active in the field he has it open. the time it takes to do his hair on the occasion or combing through it is relaxing for him through the adrenaline and everything

So when he's retired/not as active he probably makes to choice to give himself either mirco or sister locs

SAGE ;

Not hairy but he's got some good fuzz on him

Doesn't really maintain his hair often

His hair grows slowly, which is why he can go so long without a haircut

He trims every once in a while, but aside from that 🤷🏽‍♀️

sure, sometimes he gets a little adventurous and decides to maybe shave his ass or someone's but it's never truly a routine for him

(though he did like the good weeks he had of a smooth rump)

His tattoos are already hairless skin and he thinks it counts

Hairy stomach though, has a habit of rubbing it idly

That's why he usually has a tucked top so he doesn't do it in public

If he cared enough to go through with it— he'd most def get his partner's initials shaved out on his mound. he thinks it's cute and the reaction would be funny

he'd cringe about having to shave it all off so it grows equally though

HAIR ;

to put it simply. itani hates him.

that guy that uses 3 in 1 and washes his hair with cheap shampoo bars vibes

his hair care is simple, and it helps that his is short

his pa taught him right and does make natural shampoo/conditioner bars and oils n things so he knows what he's doing

but it pisses off Itani so he refuses to tell him

"you're hair smells nice. what'd you use?"

"I just sprayed perfume in it"

"I hate you. never talk to me again"

But his shower shelf is decked out cause his pa refuses to have his kids hair nothing but soft since it's always open unless he decides to plait that rat tail- mullet he has going on

NOTES;

both Itani and Sage are tenderheaded. which contradicts the hair pulling turn on they got.

Sage actually smells like Sage. and cinnamon.

Itani smells woodsy but sweet.

Quinn...just smells like Quinn..

[milanesa-enthusiast]

I get so envious of hairy people sometimes. at 16 I used to envy my cis guy friend who has thick curly leg hair

[kavehpilled]

my toxic trait is feeling the impulse to cry whenever I feel pain. scrape on my arm? cry. sore joints? cry. cut on my hand and it's been stinging all day? cry. limping? cry. any pain in the world? cry.

[mommalosthermind]

What is it about the kids’ winter break that always. Always. Makes the weirdest shit go wrong.

[mordacitatis]

my toe

it aches

[hopefullystillliving]

I fucking hate being long-term temporarily disabled in such a way that you *know* what the treatment is, you are hypothetically able to access the treatment, but you just aren't well enough to have the fucking treatment done.

[azuri-arkabane]

Ouch

[beaversatemygrandma]

With me having to work tomorrow and having to get up at the ass crack of dawn, i have this weird urge to stop by the beach on my way home just to put my feet in the water.

Like. It's right there. I could. ...But how many tourists are there tomorrow? ...And will I even be able to park? ...I really wish that my granddad's beach house wasn't sold and I could park there and walk a half mile to do this. I would. I really would.

[neptunianduck]

Gotta say, scooping out tonsil stones is very satisfying. Normally I just wait for them to get out themselves, but this one made my throat feel scratchy and I could see it in the mirror. So I was like let me try scooping it out with a qtip. Boy was that pocket deeper than expected. After I got it out it turned out to be a few stuck together hidden deep in my tonsil. And immediately I felt relief in my throat!!

[syncast-err0r]

my body folds into itself at least 5 times and crumbles into dust whenever anyone says a horror movie opinion I don't agree with like shut the fuck up what the hell r u talking about . u r entitled to ur own opinion but that will not stop me from exploding u in my mind

[flowerkidlove]

Raph......youre my bestes friend ever youre so so cool brah. youre so real

[daisies-on-a-cup]

i don’t like but i also admire that our bodies will destroy itself in an effort to grow

[mosspapi]

I keep telling myself I need to stop dry-shaving 5 minutes before I leave the house. And yet I keep doing it.

[ultravioletlesbian]

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[wynnyfryd]

@messessentialist told me her friend called to rant about spotting an “upsettingly beautiful boy in a tj maxx” and i vomited 1200 words about it, enjoy

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fic idea: chrissy and eddie work together at tj maxx. one afternoon a guy comes in who’s so hot that it kinda just pisses eddie off? bc like, who does this gorgeous asshole think he is??? coming in here and popping his hip at eddie’s counter, like, does he even know how uncomfortable it is to start chubbin’ up in skinny jeans?? that shit chafes!

so eddie gets all flustered and responds by getting an attitude with the guy because he has zero chill (and also because the dude’s iced coffee is sweating a ring all over eddie’s counter, and so help him if his manager gets on his ass one more time about keeping his station tidy—)

“did you need help finding anything else today?” eddie sneers. “coasters, perhaps?”

upsettingly hot guy looks confused for a second before he follows eddie’s pointed glance at the plastic starbucks cup leaving a cold puddle on the laminate, and then he sneers right back; adjusts the ray bans nestled in his perfect honey brown hair and looks eddie up and down — long, slow, one eyebrow lifting in subtle elitist disapproval.

“what?” he snorts, “hot topic wasn’t hiring?”

oh, fuck you very much!

so eddie’s all ‘nemesis acquired’ and holds the biggest grudge of all time. makes a sworn enemy and a boogeyman out of the guy, turns him into urban legend, starts blaming the Upsettingly Beautiful Man for every little thing that goes wrong in his life — at work, at home, at band practice; no place is safe from the dreaded UBM.

“he’s not a fucking cryptid!” gareth snaps one day at rehearsal, chucking a drumstick at eddie’s head. “just track him down and bone already so you can shut the hell up!”

“wouldn’t he just talk about him more after they have sex?” jeff wonders, to which gareth narrows his eyes and raises his second drumstick as a threat.

meanwhile, eddie’s cute coworker chrissy (who he’s become surprisingly good friends with, to the point of referring to her as his work wife) gets a girlfriend. robin’s sooooo pretty, and soooo nice, and sooooo tall, eddie, did you know how tall she is?

yes, chrissy, he’s supremely aware of a stranger’s five-foot-eight-and-a-half stature now, thank you.

“you have to meet her!” chrissy gushes, bouncing up onto her toes.

eddie hangs another shirt. “you have to chill.”

“hey!” she pouts, pixar princess cute. “you wouldn’t tell the sun to dull its shine, would you?”

“i mean, i would, but i doubt the giant ball of plasma cares what i want.”

“okay, whatever, eeyore.” she rolls her eyes but she physically can’t stop beaming even as she does it, and eddie finds himself melting under it — some sort of radiant area attack coming from the apples of this girl’s cheeks, he swears, because the next thing he knows he’s agreeing to go to rando new girlfriend’s housewarming party this weekend so he can meet her properly.

only he doesn’t get to meet her properly, because when he shows up to the party the two bedroom apartment is packed with people he’s never seen, and it’s loud as fuck in here and he’s sweating through his leather from the six flights of stairs he had to climb to reach the place, so he steps through a sliding door out to the balcony and lo and behold, if it isn’t Upsettingly Beautiful Man looking upsettingly beautiful — positively fucking divine, actually, the last wisps of fuchsia sunset catching the gold streaks in his hair and dotting the tip of his flawless nose. Seriously, does this dude have any flaws? A scar, a birthmark, an unsightly ingrown hair? Eddie can’t even see a single blackhead for fuck’s sake.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” the dude mutters, turning to look at him, and, “oh, my god, you again?”

“uh.”

“i’ve got a fucking coaster this time,” the guy says, lifting his solo cup and giving it a little shake to point out the cork round sitting underneath it, “so if that’s what you came out here to berate me for, then you’ll have to think of something else.”

“uh,” eddie says again, because he has no idea what brought this on but he’s pretty sure it has shit all to do with him, and pretty boy’s really working himself up now, arms moving in sharp gestures as he paces back and forth on the short balcony.

“not that it even matters if i didn’t have a coaster, because this is my house! i can do what i want with my own fucking stuff in my own fucking apartment, nance, i don’t— uh…”

pretty boy’s face blossoms rose petal red, a heavy blush creeping up his jawline as he catches himself mid rant and folds in on himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a sheepish expression.

eddie’s always had a thing for shepherding.

“i’m listening,” he says, popping a cigarette in his mouth and holding the pack out in offering. “if you care to vent.”

the guy — steve, eddie finds out — tells him all about his controlling ex-girlfriend as they work their way through two cigarettes each, the sun slipping away to reveal a full topaz moon, big and low and close, ripe citrus bending the branch of a tree. nance was a real piece of work by the sounds of it, and eddie feels like an absolute shit for the way he treated steve, who had apparently just gotten dumped the night before they met and had been out shopping for a “please take me back” present.

“like that was ever gonna work,” steve mumbles, ashing over the railing. “pathetic. anyway, sorry i was rude to you that day or whatever.”

“you weren’t.”

“nah, i was.” steve shifts his weight, knocks their shoulders together. “not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“yeahhhh,” eddie agrees, cringing at himself. “sorry.”

“all good. so what’s your story then, huh? who pissed in your cheerios that day?”

eddie blames the alcohol fumes wafting from steve’s cup — a justification that makes perfect sense and would totally hold up in a court of law — for what he says next.

“honestly? you.”

steve’s face is so cartoonishly offended that eddie busts out laughing, eyes crinkling, head thrown back.

“oh, so you’re just an asshole,” steve nods sagely. “first cute guy to flirt with me in six weeks is a lunatic. love that for me.”

“no, i—” eddie laughs, “okay, we’re coming back to how you think i’m cute, but i just meant, uh-”

oh, fuck it. eddie’s never been good at holding his cards close to the chest. more of a 52 pick up kinda guy, historically, and why change now?

“you were so gorgeous it, like, genuinely upset me for a second,” eddie admits, running his tongue over his lip. he stubs out his cigarette; turns to look right at steve. “like, uh, like cuteness aggression or some shit.”

steve mirrors his posture, leaning an elbow on the railing, nearly chest to chest. “so you are crazy,” he smiles.

“that’s correct.” eddie swallows.

steve moves in to close the gap. “good crazy?”

“fun crazy, so i’m told.”

“i’m gonna kiss you if that’s cool.”

“very”

the kiss tastes like ripe citrus