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southern ianthe in lacy bra and buc-ee's sweatpants. Is this anything
#i am bringing a lot of energy to this 3 am. in a good way? well. who could know#my vision is. like greasy nasty hair from the heat. she is frizzing she is oily#but she has a backwards baseball cap on and importantly she is wearing the buc-ee's merchandise#she has bangles.she is wearing those chunky expensive bracelets#she is not wearing a shirt. only the lacy bra#and for shoes i am thinking those rich white woman sandals you know the ones#she has a huge purse and she has her leftover fried chicken in the box in there
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My moms cooking makes any other food taste bland
#rambles#like no joke what can this woman not make#she made lodeh for raya and i had it thrice#she makes the best mi kari with so many toppings#she makes a premium version of the typical kenduri nasi daging#she made extra sambal goreng sg for raya and it tasted exactly (prob even better) than neneks og recipe#even the most simple lauk will send you to heaven#funny how she can cook everything and anything but fried rice 😭#and she’s not that good at baking but its ok!#she made a way better version of the oily tasteless plain and unreasonably expensive aglio olio pasta just now and i had three rounds of it#IT WAS THATGOOD#LIKE IT WAS A PERFECT BALANCE OF OILY AND CREAMY BUT NOT THE CARBONARA KIND#she prepared my plate w more tomatoes bc i told her i wanted pasta w tomato sauce 😭😭😭😔😔😔😔😔❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#im just sad i had grab food for buka almost everyday so im very happy to have my mummys cooking#i love mi mummy😢#i love feeding into her delusions every time she goes ‘i think this will laku if i sell it’#ok but she keeps refusing to make the raising canes chicken tenders IM SADDDD
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Okay so old timey people didnt shower every day and didn't wash their hair all the time but they were still clean. Like they were obsessed with the idea of bad smells causing disease. And like. They didnt have perfume showers and call it a day, like... They still cleaned themselves and were clean. So what am i getting at. Let me cook. Walk with me. What if being chronically ill and disabled didnt mean that your self care had to fall by the wayside and that you had to languish in being dirty etc. what if you employed historical self care techniques in order to be able to then do things like wash your hair or shower less frequently and still be clean. What if you could have it both ways.
#long story short i am going to start experimenting and shall report back with my results#im already trying historical ways of looking after the hair and i#currently#only have to wash my hair about once a week. like it only gets greasy then.#i want to be so real. like. im not putting up with a substandard of hygiene. if i am smelly or feel greasy or gross. that is not okay for me#but i think the only way that i can convince myself and other people that old timey people werent gross and nasty is by re-evaluating what#clean actually means. like. my first thing was mouth wash. for years i used mouth wash. but its actually worse for your health to use it#you have an oral microbiome for a reason!! and it is possible to not have bad breath without mouth wash. okay. so you can be clean#without this step that we're told is essential for hygiene. so what else is there? how else can we approach this#well. i currently have a skincare routine to meet certain goals. however. during my self neglect era. i didnt wash my face at all#but it was still clean. and it wasnt oily. and it wasnt dry or greasy. and i didnt really have breakouts. so what gives.#clearly just. using water to vaguely rinse my face was enough. i didnt need more than that. and i was clean and my skin was healthy#skin has a microbiome. skin oils adapt. if you wash with harsh soap... then you get oily to compensate. if you stop. youre fine#AND CLEAN!! LIKE MY FACE FELT CLEAN. not gross or nasty. clean. soft. supple. so what gives.#what things can i take away and end up with good results. what things can i add without things being damaging#how can this be applied to the rest of the body.#its experimental archeology time methinks
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SO. I got the Puppy Surprise from 2018, and managed to find a Kitty Surprise from 1992 still in really good shape with all her kittens. I still can't really explain what it is about them that enchants me so much but it's even stronger in person 😭




I'm so in love with the face sculpts and all the little details on the older set. Even for a set of ostensibly all white cats, there's variation in all the paint patterns, eye shapes and colors, and all three of the kittens have distinct head sculpts. I also just think they have a very pleasing body shape with the back legs sort of tucked up under them.



On the other hand, I love the sheer audacity of the newer one... glitter nose, glitter eyeshadow, glitter fur, glitter babies... not to mention she's purple which is always a winner for me. The babies on the other hand..... a little janky LOL the heads aren't attached to the beanbag bodies with quite the same care as the kittens, and although they all also have different head sculpts, the differences are more subtle and they all have the exact same eyes which is a shame. But they're janky in a way I find amusing, especially the "runt" with its ludicrously small head, so it's all in good fun.
Anyway.... interracial lesbian couple and their six children from previous marriages

#rom speaks#plush#vintage toys#90s toys#I'd like to find a way to gently clean the mom cat... she's in good shape but kinda off-white and feels a bit oily#but I don't want to risk damaging the paint or making the stuffing pill :/#puppy surprise#kitty surprise#pet surprise
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she just got done kissing girls
#dmmd#mink dmmd#doodle that took way too long for what it is but anyways#hiiiiii sapphic dmmd fans come here pspsps i promise she doesnt bite#JOKES. obv#i wanted her to look a lil glossy but then my friend said she looks oily (in a good way) so im sticking to that#off topic i think big ears look good on most if not all character designs . we need more stick outy ears on characters
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OH and let me just take a moment to talk about the Dads hair in SAE. Like--gorgeous??? Love the variety in styles??? I know not all the dads are your original designs but like still, they all look so fantastic in your style. Benji's is so curly and fluffy, Ammon resembling Link's style is wonderful, Leon looks so professional, Linebeck looks so messy and oily like he doesn't have time to wash because he wouldn't and actual clean water and not salt water or monster water would be scarce, Rusl's just perfect because he's Rusl (btw the way you draw him without his headband is *chef's kiss* mwuah), and sweet, sweet Talon looks so normal next to all of them haha

Ah thank you so much!!!! 🥺🥺 it makes me so happy when they’re distinct with each other! That’s a goal of mine artistically is to have characters look different enough from each other, especially face wise. I’m still struggling with it but it’s getting better! I love the dad’s hair tho, and I’m glad they’re a lot of fun! I sometimes struggle with hair fr so I’m very glad they’re different!
#thanks so much!!!!#asks#noses are the best way to be unique with faces!#I love noses#sometimes#now I never tried to make Linebeck’s hair oily and greasy but he is very skrunkley <3#it won’t be as fluffy as the others since he simply can’t clean it all the time#and I’m glad Rusl looks good without his headband that was a FEAR bdksbsksbsk#his hair isn’t that long in canon but I made it longer anyways UwU#with the noses. I know that Talon obviously has a round nose#but I also wanted Benji to have a round nose since Hyrule has that#and then Rusl’s nose is long but is a bit round at the end#which is… so hard to do… but I try#Leon’s was the same way but I changed it to be more straight#and Linebeck. oh Linebeck#I love he fr#Ammon just looks a lot like his son fhsksbsksbm
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Denji, Power, and Aki are like a hype house for ppl who don’t know what hair conditioner is.
#Denji and Power have good reason but Aki… what are you doing#was joking with a friend that he must’ve sacrificed his hair moisture in a devil contract#silly scarecrow#the way his hair is drawn/animated is so funny like#when his hair is up: dry and stiff. could use as a broom.#when his hair is down: soft. L’Oréal commercial.#Angel is the opposite: he uses conditioner but his hair is naturally oily so he’d be better off just using shampoo#(speaking from experience)#I don’t know what I’m doing thank you for asking#whatever it is I’m sure it’s. important work. maybe.#my csm thoughts#csm#being silly#meposting#csm aki#csm denji#csm power#csm angel
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my new facial cleanser got here :]] 1. smells sooo nice its coconut vanilla (2 of my favorite scents) 2. my skin feels nice :]]
#idk wht all it will do Obviously i just did like a quick wash. its a moisturizing one#my skin is so weirddd bc i sweat So So So much but i also get rly dry skin. so im sweaty und yet dry. so i figured id tryyy a moisturizing#wash.. its also way nicer ive used a moisturizing one likee once or twice? but that felt and smelled and tasted (i wasnt tasting it on#purpose it judt happened) Like glue so im glad this ones nicer NDBRJFBF#worst case scenario i might pair it with the face cleanser i was using b4 that i ran out of ill get more of that mabye. bc that one was#specifically for clearing acne which is mainly what i need cleanser for it just Rly dried me out so i think pairing them (if this one#doesnt help with my acne) might be a good idea ^-^ since where my skin got so dry with that one and i didnt have a moisturizer i just got#More oily bc my skin was like aaaa we r so dry#so yas. im not going 2 become A skincare girlie or anything LOL i just miss having smooth skin i feel so cheated. my first puberty i had#like. basically no acne. occasionally id get like 1 pimple almost always rifht between my eyebrows and i hated it but it would go away#pretty quickly. and my skin was always soooo smooth and sooo soft#second puberty? brother my face is like a fucking Minefield. my cheeks bumpy my forehead bumpy my nose is covered in blackheads etc.#SO i am hoping this helps ^-^ thats why i have facewashing as one of my tasks naow ..
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lock in. walk the tightrope
#lock in!#i thinkthe most important lesson ive learned in my life thus far has to be let people be wrong#its both comforting and so annoying at the same time somehow like how that work dawg#also different eyes see different things and its very truthful that you could never get what is truly the whole picture#think of it this way: theres a black hole of goop and its a swirling oily portal of possibilities#you reach your hand in there and pull a monstrocity out. though this portal is strange in how it works so#theres nothing really like. either you or the monstrocity can do about it#to me comma this monstrocity is very warped and wrong#scary and painted with pictures of what i think it is so the goop has just become more clouded#especially because turns out this goop's reality and own existence actually fades in and out of obscurity depending on your awareness#of the goop. hey follow along here its important. okay so basically your memories are a damping agent on the solution#of the goop. it actually makes it even more opaque and adds more monstrocity than there was even before. so then#this thing can only ONLY be worsened over time is what ive come to conclude about the goop#because regardless of who is who on both sides of the portal (its usually inversed)#the portal is inherently like. slop..like its not good because that portal essencially eats the bad#and the distortions. do you get ehat i mean. and it mixes very deeply into the solution and therefore well its definitely#an ingredient in a potion that i wouldnt use unless im persuing some extremely dark and wicked magick#because truly it becomes a dark comma opaque pool of hatred and generalizations and old memories (that do rot and become tarnished)#its actually quite the shocking revalation for me... i see i see the data is inherently corrupted when#old rotting data when not frequently refreshed with new updated truthful factually accurate (if goodfaithfully corrected) info leads to...#well what is basicllaaly the evils. so the data becomes actually pretty worthless#and actuaally! ive determined as well that the souls of those whom you once knew are no longer them after you lose that contact via portal#ur mind actually creates something of a soul-mimickry... almost like a resentment (very emotion filled) hoodoo doll being possessed#by something even more sinister and insincere almost a horrible mockery of what u once knew... honestly quite frightening!#id say my lesson gathered from this is... while it wont truly effect anything tangible#reaching into the goop portal is pretty ill advised... unupdated garbage. dl latest files for best experience!#your memories do indeed have a shelf life... as a witch its important to replenish them with fresh new ones every 2-3 mo.#oh also the amount of shit that can just be made up and fabricated about someone else once they arent there to defend themselves is#quite staggering... also i think the point of it being a portal and the fact that there are 2 sides to the distortion should be stressed#as in i am not exempt from being completely wrong and bad faith and namecalling and fabricating and lying and misremembering etc
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really being a flexible vegan is not actually better than just vegan at restaurants because its choosing whether you want the food drenched in oil or drenched in cheese
#i dont consider myself a flexible vegan i just call myself a vegetarian these days#but like i prefer it to be vegan#but its easier at restaurants to be vegetarian#but. its also just this choice that ive just described#honestly it may be better to just always say vegan bc at least then theres a chance they made good food#but say vegetarian is like guaranteeing the food will be based on a diary product#unfortunately i dislike almost all restaurant food and havent had enough good vegan experiences#to not say vegetarian. for now at least#because i think actually the cheese choice is slightly better#granted i like the cheese which is not at all guaranteed. ive only been vegetarian for a little and already had to eat ricotta and parmesan#and almost so fucking much cheese even if i like it#but vegan restaurant food is always fucking oily vegetables and strange restaurant flavour that tastes good first bite then its like yucky#and i rarely finish the food#ok this is a whole science apparently#but its also more cost effective to eat vegetarian in case your vegan meal is asking for ingredients to be removed#then you can sometimes ask specifically for them to cook vegan off the menu#either way#rarely worth it#maybe it sounds like i go to restaurants all the time i dont its just ive been vegan a long time now. well vegetarian now#also maybe i do go often it depends what is often its relative
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Hm idk how “effective”
The rice cleanser but feels good for what it is at least
#personalice#interesting it says it also doubles as a makeup remover#tho o5her t$’a micellar water never needed t9’g9’outta my way for remover#and usually don’t double cleanse maybe it’s meant for oily skin#not that mines super dry but I guess in between it prolly leans more towards dry versus oily#tho breakouts /clogs aside it’d prolly be good to break a sweat#naturally and then wash it off or do
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it has taken. literally like 15 years. of on-and-off trying out different foundations. to find one that actually doesn’t make my skin look worse. i’ve spent so much fucking money on fancy expensive brands. and it’s the fucking maybelline skin tint one that works for me. cheap as chips. i hate it here.
#im not really a liquid foundation wearer it’s JUST for performance stuff and events where i know there will be lots of photographs#day to day i either bareface it or wear powder if im especially oily#but i have NEVER been happy with the way liquid foundation looked on me. but this shit is fucking gorgeous.#it’s SO light and sheer and soft like truly barely noticeable it just evens out the whole situation#sorry to sound like a fucking ad. but i cannot get over how soft the finish is it’s SO good.#because like!!! my skin still looks like skin!!!!!#nothing is flaking or drying out or seperating into a blobby patchy mess!!!!!#it’s literally just like if my skin wasn’t trashed by chronic-acne
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Single Dad Dead on Main
AKA "Danny is the ghost-equivalent of a foster parent for de-aged Dani and Dan. Jason's just wondering who the hell these two feral meta children are." prompt idea!
Danny thinks he's doing an okay job at being a single dad of two. They're living in a quaint two bedroom apartment in Park Row, he's managing his Ghost King money well, and the kids haven't died (again). (He's definitely not getting a "World's Greatest Dad" mug anytime soon, but, hey, at least the house hasn't burned down yet!)
...Until he wakes up from his nap to an eerily silent apartment.
If there's one thing he's learned over the last few months, it's that silence is not good. He's scrambling off the couch fast enough to give himself a headache, practically flying down the hallway so he can get to the kids' room. Ellie is wedged halfway under her bunk bed. Dan's also squished under the bed but quickly squirms out when he realizes Danny's standing in the door way. He's holding... a socket wrench??
"...do I want to know what you two are doing?" Danny deadpans.
Ellie scrambles out as well, smears of something oily on her cheek. For a seven and eight year old, they have surprisingly convincing I'm innocent! expressions.
"I dunno," Ellie singsongs while Dan simultaneously barks, "Nothing!"
Danny squints. The kids squint back. Yeah, there's definitely something under the bed that's not supposed to be there. Since Dan's holding a wrench (and where the hell did he get that?? Danny doesn't even own any tools aside from maybe a little rubber mallet he found in the hallway closet), Danny hopes thinks it's not an animal.
It takes a minute of arguing in which Danny promises not to be mad, let them eat ice cream, and let them stay up an hour later than curfew for the kids to even let him near the bed without biting him. (Jokes on them, the ice cream is sugar free and Danny's going to reset the clocks to an hour before. Check and mate, bitch! Parenting is so easy.)
And then Danny pulls out... a tire. No, a rim. Two tire rims. Oh, Ancients. Engraved on the tire rim is a red Bat symbol. His stomach nearly drops to the floor; everybody in Crime Alley knows what the Red Hood's symbol looks like. "Eight Heads in a Duffle Bag," Crime Prince of Gotham with a gang big enough to take over all of Park Row. And yeah, Danny could easily beat the guy, but that doesn't mean he wants to. He doesn't want to uproot Dan and Ellie from their schools, move cities, run from yet another organization that wants them dead.
"How did you get this?" Danny asks, utterly dumbfounded.
"I dunno," Ellie says, just as Dan's saying, "Nowhere."
(Danny takes it back. Parenting is definitely not easy.)
"Danielle. Daniel. Where did you get these tire rims?" Danny asks again, more stern this time, to which he only gets shrugs. And that's when he notices the window is open and the screen his missing. "You're kidding me. Did you climb out the window? We're on the third floor!"
"We flew, duh." Ellie rolls her eyes, only shooting a wide-eyed, guilty look to Dan when he elbows her with a vicious shuddup!
"I-okay. Here's what we're going to do. We'll... just return the rims. It's not like the Red Hood saw you two steal them-," Danny stops when Ellie and Dan give each other a side-eye. He knows that look. It's the same look he and Jazz used to give each other when they had a silent agreement about something. Oh, no. No, no, no.
"...he didn't see you, did he?"
Another side-eye look. Oh, Ancients. At least there's no way the Red Hood knows where they are, right?
(Jason stares at the kids playing with his bike. He's not stupid enough to think they couldn't have been paid to sabotage it, but the way the little girl hikes herself up onto the seat and pretends to rev the engine makes him think otherwise. It's cute. The boy mostly seems interested in the engraved bat symbol on his tire rims, scraping at it like it's a 3D decal.
"I wanna be a bicycle-rider when I get bigger. I'll wear the jacket and everything!" The little girl laughs, deepening her voice before saying, "I'm a bicycle-rider! I'll beat you up!"
Jason snorts. He's leaning against the fire escape balcony overhead and it's dark enough for them not to see him, but they both freeze at the soft sound. When nothing happens, the kids relax again.
"It's a motorist, stupid. C'mon, help me take this off and I'll build you one."
"You wanna take the tire? Why?"
"'Cus of the symbol! It's the Batman symbol, do you know how scared people are of 'em? Show 'em this and nobody'll mess with us."
The kid's got a point. Crime Alley knows Red Hood's symbol like the back of their hand, but somehow Jason doesn't think rolling around a tire rim is going to have the same effect. Jason's about to step in when the kid bends the fucking metal with his bare hand. His fucking bike. It looks like the kid barely broke a sweat, too; just wiped his hands on his jeans and started prying apart front of his motorcycle.
Jason's voice is more biting than he means for it to when he shouts, "Hey!" He swings over the fire escape, landing with a heavy thud, before hauling ass towards the kids. Almost immediately the boy yanks the girl behind him and snarls... and his eyes go Lazarus-green. Jason stops abruptly. His voice is softer, gentler, when he tries again.
"Hey, kid. Don't you know not to go tearing apart people's bikes? C'mon, at least do it the right way."
That makes the boy pause, looking momentarily baffled and the green turning into bright blue. Jason takes that as an in and says, "Y'know, it's a lot faster when you use tools. I've got a wrench in my bag. If you use it like this..."
Jason spends the next thirty-five minutes helping the kids steal his own damn rims. He shouldn't. But he's curious about who these meta kids are and they're almost painfully easy to talk with, they just blabber like they've never heard of keeping a secret before in their lives. They talk about their dad, school, their favorite tv show. And then they talk about "the bad men" and Jason's stomach drops. "The bad men" who drive white vans, capture people, and experiment on them. And that sounds an awful lot like a meta-trafficking ring in his city, dead set on coming after the kids and their dad.
Then he's very, very grateful he's letting the kids take his rims home. After all, what Bat doesn't put GPS trackers in their symbols?)
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♡‧₊˚ boat days with rafe are always prissy!readers favourite days.

you loved them because it felt like the one moment rafe’s mind wasn’t elsewhere. usually he was a stressed, impatient man, but when he’d find the time to take the yacht out far and just park it there and soak in the sun with you, he was always happy.
rafe was doing his morning workout while you soaked in the sun that reflected from the water, a shirley temple in hand that rafe made you at the bar. peacefully content, your stomach rested on the longue chair as your back tanned, glowing from the tanning oil that rafe had applied for you while complaining about how oily it felt and how he was gonna have to wash his hands.
with a sigh when you realize your drink is empty, you call rafe’s name to get you another one — not in a bratty way, you just knew rafe was always glad to keep you content, so he would make you another, even if he did mutter ‘i’m not your fuckin’ servant’ every time.
he comes over, pausing his workout. “yeah, baby?”
“can i have another drink?” you ask, turning over to lie on your back so you can face him.
“yeah, i got you,” he takes the empty glass and makes you another shirley temple, then brings it back to you. “need anything else?”
“umm..” you try to think, biting on your inner cheek. “dunno if i really want tan lines, can you help me untie my bikini top?”
“this isn’t france, baby, can’t sit outside with your tits out,”
“do you see anyone around? we’re in the middle of the ocean,” you ask. “didn’t know you were such a prude, just wanna tan my chest,”
“m’not a prude. fine, sit up. c’mon,” he relents, and you sit up.
his big hands fidget with the little bow on your triangle bikini, untying both knots. “there you go,” he pats your shoulder. “gotta go back to working out, you good here for like, fifteen minutes? not bored?”
“i’m fine. thank you rafe,” you smile up at him, pecking his lips while he’s still crouched down.
he nods, giving you one last look with his pretty baby blues before turning to go to the back of the boat to finish his workout.
you spend a bit of time on your phone while you’re still sat up, taking photos of the water, and topless selfies to absolutely send to rafe next time he’s at the office, and take sips of your shirley temple. then you apply some tanning oil on your front and tan that side for a little while, putting in an earbud to listen to some lana del rey.
after a while, you’re overheatting, even with your drink. but thankfully, rafe is feeling the exact same way. he finishes his workout and comes back to you all sweaty.
“hey,” he breathes out, taking the earbud out of your ear and stealing a sip of your drink so he can get his breath back.
“rafe!” you whine, swiping your drink back.
“usually when people say hey, you say hi back,” he says sarcastically, teasing you. “anyway, c’mon, we’re going swimming, i’m hot as fuck and you’re coming with me,”
you nod and he helps you up. he takes you to the edge of the boat. “we’re gonna jump, you good with that?”
“nervous,” you admit, staring off the yacht and into the blue water.
“you’ll be all good. i’ll hold your hand,” he assures, grabbing your manicured hand. “on three,”
he counts down, squeezing your hand each time. when he gets to three, he jumps and pulls you with him.
the water feels cold and refreshing against your warm body. you can’t help but think that your blowout is ruined from the water, but rafe will pay for another one if it upsets you. giggling, you resurface, looping your arms around rafe’s neck, topless chest pressed against his. “that was fun!”
“yeah?” he can’t help the little smile that appears at your happiness. “c’mon, let’s go again,”
with an eager nod, he helps you onto the ladder at the back of the boat, and you grab his hand when he walks you to the edge again. he counts down again, and you jump. it continues like that for 7 minutes until you get chilly.
rafe gets you a towel embroidered with his name (of course), and leaves you to warm up in the sun.
at the end of the day, you’ve changed into a spare sundress kept below deck, because rafe is cooking dinner in the mini kitchen on the yacht. you watch him cook, drying your hair off with a towel, then recurling your eyelashes and putting your lipgloss back on that wiped away.
you sit down back outside, both of you eating your dinner as the sky turns into this gorgeous swirl of pink, orange, and yellow while the sun dips down.
with the golden hour highlighting every feature on your boyfriends face, the feeling of your wet hair soaking the back of the dress, and putting the most delicious food in your mouth, you’re absolutely sure you’ll never get sick of this.
“i think the water is gonna tarnish my necklace,” you tell rafe gently as you help him wash the plates after. your hand subconsciously fiddles with said necklace, the one that has his initial on it. rafe’s very proud of that necklace.
“well we can’t have that, yeah?” rafe smiles, putting his hands on your waist. “we’ll buy you a new one tomorrow, hm? real gold this time, no cheaping out,”
you smile and nod, and he kisses you in a way that’s gonna screw you up forever. being with him is like paradise.
#౨ৎ isa writes#so who caught the taylor lyric#sorry this is bad && not proofread#obx#outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#obx x reader#rafe cameron obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe obx#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe outer banks#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe imagine#⋆˚࿔ rafe 𝜗𝜚˚⋆#౨ৎ prissy!reader
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Hi Jade ! I loove your sunshine!readers, could I request one for Carmy ? Maybe someone calls her to get to the restaurant when hes feeling anxious to calm him down idk if thats good lol love ya !
ty for requesting <3 fem, 1.4k
Is it The Beef or The Bear? In your head, despite the wishes of everyone who works there (except for Ebra, who seems to have mixed opinions), you always call it The Beef. But the sign brags otherwise, and when you push open the doors, nothing inside is left to remind you of the old restaurant. It was a total gut.
“Hi, gorgeous,” says a familiar, warm voice.
You almost walk straight into her table, distracted looking for brown curls through the kitchen door’s little window. “Hey, Tina.” You grin at your second favourite chef. Your most favourite Sous. “You taking a break?”
She offers you a round butter cookie from a sleeve of them. Her cup of coffee billows with steam. “Uh-huh.”
“Hiding from a meltdown?” you ask, taking a cookie, fingers oily with butter, sugar grains falling to the floor.
“It’s not like that,” she says.
Well, what is it like? you think.
Richie’s text wasn’t exactly descriptive. Need ur help with the little Bitch, he’d said. Then, when you didn’t answer, ASAP!!!!
You figured it must’ve been another rant. He’s prone to these… episodes of anger where he doesn’t realise he’s spinning out and hurting people who really care about him. You try to bring him out of it, but he’s a Berzatto. They’re all the same, sort of. Everything that’s wrong with them has been stamped into them a long, long time ago.
He’s been better since Nat steel armed him into AA, but still. You tilt your head to one side, sugar cookie between your fingers, listening for the goings on in the kitchen. “Sydney’s here?” you ask. “I thought she was sick.”
“Sydney gets sick, but she doesn’t take sick days,” Tina says with a loving shrug.
You smile at her in brief goodbye for now and make your way to the kitchen, where you push in quietly. All their ‘Behind!’ and ‘Corner!’ and ‘Hands!’ makes you laugh, and you can’t take it seriously so you don’t, but you’re not trying to be dangerous in there either.
“Hello?” you ask.
Sydney and Richie look up from a cramped notebook at the table nearest to the door. There are employees you're unsure of prepping vegetables along the wall, but Carmy isn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Fucking finally,” Richie says, before rubbing his face regretfully. “I’m sorry, it’s just– I texted you an hour ago, babe, you’re letting me down.”
You laugh. “Sorry, babe,” you tease. “I have a job, just like you.” Your hands are cold where you tuck them under each armpit, crossing your arms. “Hi, Sydney. You feeling okay?”
“No. He’s stressing me out.”
“Which one?”
“Both of them.” She looks like she might rub her face too. “I need him to be in here right now, he should be doing this, but he keeps walking away and– and not saying where he’s going.”
“He is stressful,” you agree, though usually Carmy’s stress tends to bounce right off of you, “I’m gonna find him and strap him down for you.”
Sydney just frowns.
“I’ll see what’s up,” you say more seriously. “In the office?”
“Out the back,” Richie says. “Smoking like his mother. He’s a fucking steam train lately.”
It’s like they want to worry you. You give them grateful nods, sorry nods, and start to make your way out of the main kitchen, past the dishwashers and the dessert station to one of the back doors. Carmy isn’t your responsibility. You don’t have to apologise for him, you don’t have to mother him, he should commit to his responsibilities all on his own, but… it’s hard. You like apologising for him because his behaviour isn’t always on purpose, and he struggles with commitment for similar reasons. There’s this aching, stagnated grief in him that’s reawakening, there’s the stress of the restaurant, his business, the scars of the last ten years, and before that. You know it isn’t your job to come here and make him feel better, but isn’t it? When you love someone, it’s half the deal.
Carmy shouldn’t yell at his friends, or employees. He shouldn’t chain smoke, and he shouldn’t be sitting on the low wall by the dumpsters shaking so hard with his head so low that you can see the first notch of his spine in his shirt.
“Carmy?” you ask.
His head ducks further down. You can hear him breathing, not too hard as to alarm you, and yet unrelaxed.
You smile without thinking. You hate seeing him like this, but looking after him is a pleasure. “Hey, Carmen. Can I sit with you?”
He forces his face up. “What are you doing here?” he asks.
Trying to make sure he doesn’t tear another chunk out of Richie. “It’s my lunch break.”
You perch on the wall beside him and snap your nearly forgotten cookie into two pieces, one side bigger than the other, which you offer him.
Carmy takes it. Looks at it without expression, though that slowly turns to a dry ire you’ve felt directed your way a hundred times. “What the fuck is this?”
“Cookie.”
“I don’t want this.”
“Could you just eat it?” You put your own half in your mouth in its entirety, all aligned to your teeth. It shatters into sweet, soft crumbs between your teeth. You talk with a hand over your mouth, “It’s not gonna kill you.”
Carmy looks at it for a long time before he eats it.
You watch him. He’s more tan than you’d think, that Italian gene kicking in, skin clinging to whatever sunshine it finds. He spends enough time inside that you’re surprised it can muster the energy. He looks better with it though, his curls look gold toned under the sun, and his clenched jaw doesn’t seem so harsh.
“What’s wrong?” you ask eventually. Almost conversationally.
“Nothing.” His hand shakes on his thigh. He turns his palm down to clasp his knee.
“You sure?”
“No.”
“That one’s my favourite.”
“What?”
You poke toward a tattoo on his hand. It’s a simple flower, same style as most of his tattoos. “I like it ‘cos it’s just a flower.”
“My least pretentious,” he guesses.
“Something like that.”
He tips his head back.
“Richie texted me. He thinks I’m gonna… like, I’m gonna calm you down, I guess.”
“You always do,” he says.
You give him a long, smiley look. “So you’re in love with me?” you ask warmly, pushing up into a knee to wrap your arm behind him, hugging him before he can move away. “You’re totally fucked for me, Berzatto, that’s fucking crazy.”
“Fuck off,” he laughs.
You rub his arm, his skin hot in your hold. He touches your waist very, very lightly. “What am I supposed to do, anyway? I can’t cook. You and Syd are on your own.”
“You already… already did enough.” He grabs your waist where you wobble on the brick wall, grit biting your knees, his hand comparatively soft.
“Such a crush on me,” you tease in a whisper, his hair crushed under your cheek.
You’re tempted to kiss his temple, but affection with Carmy is like oil and water sometimes. You give him a last protective squeeze and sit yourself down again.
“Carm,” you say, “you know you can call me, right? Like, if you don’t feel okay.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
“Or text me. If that’s easier. It’s hard to say hard things out loud.”
He laughs again. “Sorry.”
“I know, I don’t– I don’t seem like I know what you’re talking about, I get it, but I do understand. N’ even if I didn’t, I don’t mind listening. Or laughing at you.”
“What’s that about?”
“The laughing?” you ask. “You tell me.”
His hand slides behind your back in half a hug. “Guess it’s funny.”
“Can I change my mind about the tattoo?”
“The flowers not your favourite?”
“No. You know which one I like best?”
His thumb rubs into your back. “The snail.”
“Absolutely the snail. You’re so fucking silly sometimes, I’m supposed to take you seriously when you’re yelling and red in the face with a snail on your arm?”
You can’t see his face with your cheek to his shoulder, won’t know that he’s smiling at you with a rare aura of peace. Can’t see the wanting, either.
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A story where the main threat to the world is Goop That Makes You Evil. There's a big bad main villain who got drenched in it and is evil now and wants to spread the goop everywhere, because nobody else should have nice things if they couldn't. Every single character treats touching the goop as a fate as good as death, because surely you might as well be dead if who you used to be as a person is completely gone.
In the final dramatic end battle, the protagonist gets dropped in the goop. This whole time you'll be waiting for them to be somehow heroically rescued at the very last second, or miraculously saved by some buckwild Deus Ex Machina bullshit twist, but nope, into the goop they go. Submerged entirely and without a doubt that they're all the way in there.
And once everyone has managed to process this horrifying event, and the villain is just about to start gloating, the protagonist crawls out of the goop, shaking off smoke tendrils, spitting out something black and oily green, coughing up a few flames of purple fire, looking positively Fucked Up and villainous. And pauses to reflect that they're still the same person.
Like sure they're irrevocably changed in some ways, and there are parts of the person they used to be that they're never going to get back, but ultimately they're not some different person now. And then it clicks. The goop that makes you evil didn't turn the villain evil. This whole time, it's only been their excuse for being so cruel, sadistic and petty, while having the audacity to act like they had no choice. The protagonist muses that sure, making the right choices feels a bit harder now, but it's still a choice.
And in that moment both the hero and the villain realise the same things. The goop didn't turn the villain evil, and the protagonist isn't evil now that they were also immersed in the goop. They are, however, within punching distance of the villain and very, very angry.
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