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[answer2jeff]

ready for another lie?

// carmen berzatto x reader

song: Diet Mountain Dew.

pairings: nyc chef!carmen x journalist!reader

mdni!! i'm not responsible for your media consumption.

warnings: smutty smut, VERY DETAILED, fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), porn with plot, drinking, cursing, kinda subby carmy, praise kink, alludes to piv but it doesn't happen, complete and utter filth, i'm giving the people what they want don't look at me!!!

essentially a prequel, 1 year before the start of season 1 of The Bear.

"Fuck youuuuu! It's Friday, loosen up!" A groggy voice yelled from across the bar, cursing you for declining another drink.

You watched your friends flirt with the bartender over the course of 2 rounds of shots; causing harmless fuckery with the several guys who tried flattering them. You were actually bored for once. It made you sick.

You waited for something, anything else to impress you. You tried convincing yourself you didn't have to leave, that your friends wanted you here, and that nights like these were "good for your soul," but there seemed to be no hope.

"Just two vodka tonics. Oh, and a white Negroni. Uh, yes— yes, thank you." You caught a blonde curl from the stool next to you in the corner of your peripheral vision, and you dared to turn your head. You were met by the sight of an oddly familiar guy—and then it hit you like a semi truck.

The man you wrote your final thesis on "the senses creating art," about. Food & Wines best new chef, as of late.

You'd spent an entire year and a half traveling the world (after finally making a name for yourself as a journalist, and snagging a place in Food & Wines top writers) and interviewing the faces of all forms of modern art, representing one of each of the 5 senses.

Casey French, a fragrance designer as the face of "smell." Christopher Knowles, a fashion designer who specialized in optical wear as the face of "sight."

The list went on, until it ended at Carmen Berzatto, on "taste," just 6 months ago. It was September now, and you almost forgot about the 2 and a half hours you took from your day to sit down and talk to him in that studio. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt the pores in your palms release a nervous sweat.

You blinked rapidly, wondering if you were really seeing him— out of all the other Friday nights, when he could've visited all the other bars. But he chose this Friday, at this bar, next to you. You needed to say something.

"I'll take a Negroni too, actually. And you can just close out my tab for tonight." You handed the bartender your card after you anxiously fished it out of your wallet, trying to seem completely oblivious to Carmen's stare. Carmen clenched his teeth, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he kept his gaze focused on you.

"Holy shit! Is that—" A slightly younger man nearly yelped while he inappropriately pointed at you, quickly being shut down by his peer, and being told to "shut the fuck up," but Carmen stayed silent. He was dumbfounded at the sight of you.

"Uh, hi. Funny seeing you here," you croaked, swallowing hard when you realized how much of a horrible excuse of a "hello," that was. Carmen didn't seem to mind, dragging his head out of the clouds and smiling back at you as he received his glass.

"Oh my god, yeah. Wow, I— it's good to see you."

Carmen glanced down at your drink, watching you trace your fingertip around the rim of the short glass. He gazed at your fresh manicure, the beautifully layered rings on your fingers, the diamonds on your wrists, the black dress with a slit that exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh. Carmen always thought you looked nice, only being used to your blazers and gorgeous vintage pants that he was a little jealous of, but this was different.

And as if you weren't already anxious enough, Carmen's "friends" immediately arose from their stools and made their way to an empty table, leaving the two of you alone again. Just looking at him and his clean suit and tie made you nervous, especially with the ink on his hands still visible.

"Good to see you too, Carmen," you smiled, cheeks aching as you tried desperately to hide your excitement. Admittedly, you admired him. That wasn't new. But that feeling in your stomach, that aching, yearning feeling was.

"I don't usually do these things," Carmen mumbled, taking a sip from his glass and licking his lips.

"Me neither. It's kinda— I don't know, icky."

You knew Carmen avoided big gatherings like this, but they were usually tolerable thanks to people who "knew him" enough to let him hang around their groups in silence while they practically screamed at each other. But his free time just never seemed to align with anyone else worth talking to... until tonight.

"Icky. Couldn't have worded it better," Carmen tried not to laugh at your expense, keeping his tongue between his teeth as both of you fought back a smile.

"You get it! God, anyway—how've you been?" You inched closer to him, resting your chin in your palm as your elbows were propped up on the counter. You made sure to keep your stare on him and only him, glancing from his nose, to his lips, and back into his eyes. You knew exactly what you were doing, and it was too late to stop now.

Carmen paused, his mouth gaping open slightly as he thought of what he could possibly say to convey that he could be doing better, without completely ruining the mood. He sucked his teeth as he took a deep breath, his eyes glued to the floor until he finally looked at you again.

"Alright, I guess. Managing. How're you?"

"Managing. But really though. Like, has anything changed?"

Carmen thought about your question, realizing how much he seemed to relax tonight—while simultaneously being the most nervous he'd ever been outside of work in the last year. Was it being out and public after a long week? Was it the fact that he still felt so stupid for not getting your actual number, and instead only having access to your business email which was provided by your agent? Was it the smell of your perfume? Was it just you?

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I guess some things have changed."

He couldn't help but awe at the way you did your hair and your makeup that night, appreciating the tiny details your jewelry and purse of choice added to the look. He hardly ever thought twice about the attractive women he'd run into; making small talk and watching them get bored with his interests.

But now you were here; his fantasies, his desires were here, right next to him; wearing a dress that flattered your cleavage and cinched you at the waist, black heels that tapped against the footrest of the barstool. It made his head foggy, and he couldn't even wrap his head around the encounter.

After finishing your Negroni's over the course of 3 separate conversations that left you with a cramp in your side and your cheeks hurting from smiling—basically hitting it off like you were actual friends, you decided to pull the classic...

"You wanna get out of here?"

Two successful, somewhat well known adults in their lines of work were allowed to be human, right? They were allowed to share deep belly laughs with someone they didn't originally plan to see outside of a work setting, right?

Wrong. It was unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted: everything you promised you'd never be around him.

Carmen knew this.

But he was eye-fucking you in that goddamn interview. His tattooed hands rubbing against his thighs as he sat in front of you in the white light of that studio, his gentle voice contradicting his large, almost intimidating arms—it was all you could think about when you wrote your thesis. And now you were gonna be alone with him.

And despite his worries, despite the nervous sweat beading on his forehead, despite his growing anticipation when he admired your figure like a horny teenager, Carmen agreed. The smirk on your face and your manicured nails in between your pearly white teeth was convincing enough. He knew it was risky, given the fact that you still wrote for Food & Wine every couple of months: being more than capable of ruining his career with one wrong, but so right move.

"Yeah, actually."

Unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted.

Fuck it.

Carmen closed his tab, gently helping you down from the barstool by your hand. You held your purse close to you while waving a shy goodbye to your friends, who were drunkenly squealing in excitement for you. Carmen's peers seemed to be out of sight; therefore, out of mind. You felt your cheeks go hot, every part of your body tingling. Neither of you knew where you were going. Just not here, and not with everyone else.

He couldn't even think about the fact that he would be back in the glowing white light of the kitchen that following Monday, and you completely forgot about the paper you had to start by Sunday night. And it was way too late to care about any of that now.

You decided your apartment was best.

"Fuck.." Carmen grunted under his breath, his eyes hooded while he felt his pants tighten against his throbbing length. He spread his legs wider as you palmed him, trying to ease some of his tension. You hovered over him as he lied down, sprawled out on your leather couch. His hands were clawing at anything he could reach; your hair, your thighs, the straps of your dress until he pulled it down to your hips, and finally the clasp of your bra.

His bare chest heaved, red and covered in sweat. His dress shirt, tie, and jacket were somewhere in the mess of your apartment. He was honestly too desperate to care.

"You okay with me takin' this off?" Carmen whispered as he cupped your cheek, keeping his fingers prepared to unclip your bra with your permission. He admired every inch of your flushed face as he waited for answer.

"Mhm," you soothed him as your hand moved up and unbuttoned his pants the second your lips moved onto his. Saliva pooled in your mouths with every kiss, turning into a sloppy mess of tongue and teeth. Carmen struggled, but eventually tossed your bra onto the living room floor, his mouth just centimeters away from yours as he exhaled heavy breaths.

You sat up straight, pulling Carmen up by his shoulders and smashing your lips back into his. He pulled sway to breathe, taking it upon himself to peel the rest of your dress off. His tattooed hands gently caressed your plush thighs, his calloused fingers sliding under the hem of your lace underwear. He practically worshiped you like this, planting open mouthed kisses along your jawline and neck.

Carmen needed to hear you, feel you, taste you.

"I wanna taste you, if–if that's alright," he placed one last kiss of gratitude on collarbone before he looked up at you through lust-blown, half-lid eyes.

Your entire body began to heat up again, and Carmen's words went straight to your needy cunt. You could feel yourself dripping through your panties while you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, nodding frantically.

"Please," you begged, a mixture of a moan and a silent cry escaping. Carmen's hands detached from your thighs, your hips writhing up from the loss of contact. Without another word, he nodded his head, letting his hands travel down your hips as he got down on his knees in front of you.

Carmen took a shaky breath, glancing from your pleading eyes and back down to your bottom half. He hesitated, choosing to plant one more line of kisses from your tits down to your navel before giving you one last look for permission. He put his hand between your inner thighs, asking you to spread further. You blinked slowly while he peeled your panties off of you, wondering if he would notice how wet you already were.

Unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted.

Carmen licked his lips, admiring the sight of your puffy slit in hesitation. With your body sprawled out in front of him, your pretty face looking down at him...how could he not eat you out right on that leather couch?

"I've got you, baby," Carmen cooed, his eyes wide as he nearly drooled over the glossy puddle in your underwear. He gently placed your calves over his shoulders, his calloused hands scooping the underside of your thighs.

Carmens wet tongue licked a bold stripe from your hole up to your soaked clit, not a drop of your arousal going to waste. You grew impatient, the kitten licks he gave your sensitive bundle of nerves driving you mad.

"C'mon, Carmy, I—" You whined, pleading that he'd pick up the pace. Carmen decided not to hold back, giving your throbbing clit aggressive sucks that he'd later soothe with slow, flat-tongued licks.

You bit down on your hand while the other entangled in his hair to muffle the sinful noises you made. Carmen felt his stomach turn at the sound of his name falling from your gaping mouth.

Carmen took note of how much you loved his tongue diving into your weeping hole, earning whimpers and cries of "please," and "oh, fuck, Carmen." He groaned into your pussy when you caught a grip on his hair, placing his head even deeper between your thighs. He moved his hands from your thighs and up to your waist—forcing your jerky hips down on the couch. He wanted to make sure you didn't miss a single bit of pleasure.

"Can I.. uh, can I try something?" He stammered, picking his head up with his chin shiny with your liquids as his hand crept back down, prying between your folds. Carmen needed to keep every part of him busy so he wouldn't have to focus on the aching bulge, already leaking precum in his boxers. He felt his thighs clench as he fucking whimpered beneath you.

"S–sure.." You nodded frantically again, tossing your head back as Carmen carefully inserted a digit into your core. You whimpered in slight discomfort as he stretched you out, which he immediately reassured softly.

"Shhh... you're alright. Jus–just relax f'me, yeah?"

Carmen waited until you whined again; his fingers started at an agonizingly slow pace until he heard your moans getting a little too quiet for his liking. He picked his pace up, sliding another thick finger into your hole and ramming into your g-spot. He hesitated, afraid to hurt you—but you quickly dismissed his worries when you urged him that you needed more. Carmen aligned his tongue back with your pussy, sucking hard before comforting your desire with lapping at your clit.

"Oh my god, Carmen," you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, your grip in his hair tightening while your moans grew louder and louder. You didn't care if your neighbors could hear you through the thin walls of your apartment. You didn't even think about what this would look like the morning after—because none of it mattered. Not with Carmen's head between your thighs.

Carmen could tell you were close, prioritizing your pleasure before he could even register how badly he wanted to cum into his boxers. He couldn't help but buck his hips forward, begging for friction while every noise you made just inched him closer to his release... but he needed this to last.

"You close? Let me take care 'f you," he mumbled, breathing heavily against your pussy while he tried his best to stay still. It sent shockwaves through your body, and you tried desperately not to scream his name.

"So... so close.. Fuck, it's too much," your useless protest was cut short by a loud moan, muffled by the sweaty palm of your hand. Your heart pounded in your head as your walls clenched around Carmen's fingers. You weren't used to anything feeling this good in months.

"C'mon baby, you can handle it. You're alright. You're doing so good. Takin' my fingers so fuckin' good," Carmen's raspy voice comforted you. His tongue finally came back to relieve you, his fingers slowing down so as to not overstimulate you, as much as he wanted to.

"Carmy!" Your eyes screwed shut as your thighs shook. You chased your high, practically grinding into his face as his nose bumped your clit while his fingers remained at work.

—

"Jesus..." You panted, grunting in disappointment when you felt Carmen slide his fingers out of you. He licked them clean while your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to recollect yourself. Carmen planted a kiss on your temple the second he sat back up onto the couch, pulling you into his lap by your waist. You felt his erection against your crotch, his already sticky mess combining with your wetness yet again.

"You okay?" Carmen cupped your cheek, pushing any sweaty strands of hair out of your face. And just when he thought he couldn't have felt more proud of you, he melted into the feeling of your lips against his.

You didn't know if you'd ever see him again, you didn't know if this night would magically become niche hot gossip within your respective groups; all you knew was that you wanted him. His lust blown eyes on you, his hands gripping your waist as he bent you over your kitchen counter and fucked you dumb, the sound of sex echoing through your apartment.

Maybe some other Friday night.

[pin-k-ink]

matters of the heart // ukitake jushiro & kyoraku shunsui (pt. 2)

tw ⇢ highly suggestive content, strong sexual tension, making out, slight nipple play, just a hint of ukitake x kyoraku, lots and lots of complicated feelings

wc ⇢ 3.4k

part one | part two | part three

You found yourself absentmindedly running your fingers along the spines of the ancient tomes lining Ukitake's chamber walls - a nervous habit born from too many silent visitations attempting to soothe his latest spells of ill health.

Even now, after centuries of close companionship, there was something about being alone with the sickly captain that made your pulse skip erratically. A burgeoning sense of anticipation you didn't quite understand fluttering low in your belly.

"You seem distracted today, my dear," Ukitake's mild tenor cut through the heavy stillness, instantly commanding your attention. "Is something weighing on your mind?"

You glanced over to find him watching you with those lambent green eyes, expression etched into thoughtful lines as he studied your momentary lapse in composure. A tremulous smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you turned to face him fully.

"As perceptive as always, Jūshirō," you acknowledged with a rueful dip of your chin. "Though I can't seem to put my finger on what precisely is causing my...distraction this time."

It wasn't quite a lie. While flashes of your heated encounter with Kyōraku continued swirling through your psyche, it was the undercurrent of ineffable yearning in his eyes that wouldn't quite leave you be. As if he'd purposefully laid bare some fundamental truth about your long-intertwined existences that you'd been studiously ignoring until now.

Ukitake made a soft noise of contemplation, seemingly unaware of the direction your chaotic thoughts had taken. "I see. Well, you needn't suffer under its weight alone. I'm happy to lend an ear, if you think unburdening yourself may help..."

He trailed off meaningfully, the achingly sincere invitation settling around your shoulders with gentle insistence. You felt your breath catch minutely, rooted to the spot as you simply drank in the sight of him - hale and vibrant in a stolen moment of relatively robust health.

The tender sincerity bleeding from his every pore acted like a tonic upon your psyche. You felt the tangled knots of tension slowly being massaged loose as the endless expanse of your decades upon decades of close friendship blanketed you like a soothing balm.

How many times had you simply existed in these suspended heartbeats of abject intimacy with Ukitake over the course of your entwined lives? Drawn solace from his quiet steadfastness like a parched traveler at an oasis in the endless wastes of Soul Society's eternal churning?

Too many to count. Just as the number of times you had effortlessly gravitated into his vital orbit without a second thought threatened to blur together into a singular, unbroken spiral of cherished recollections and fevered devotions.

It was this bone-deep certainty of what existed between you that suddenly allowed the chaos of your thoughts to settle into soothing stillness. For all that Kyōraku's burning stare and wrenching confessions had shattered your tranquility, upending your composure onto uncertain new tides...here, with Ukitake, you felt the indistinct pull of a different sort of sublime gravity reasserting itself.

"Actually..." you murmured at last, crossing the space between you with unhurried grace to resettle yourself at Ukitake's bedside. "I think perhaps you're the only one who can help put my mind at ease on this matter, Jūshirō."

Ukitake cocked his head slightly in that endearingly quizzical way of his, patiently waiting for you to elaborate. You inhaled a steadying breath, feeling the treacherous flutter of courage sparking to life as you allowed the words to spill forth in an earnest, unvarnished tide:

"Tell me...do you ever look at someone and realize in a single, dawning moment that they are an inextricable part of your existence? That no matter how far your paths have strayed or how deeply separated your fates have become over the eras...there's some transcendent tether anchoring you together in a way that defies reckoning or separation?"

You watched Ukitake's expression shift into something unnameable and visceral as you spoke, felt an imperceptible current of spiritual energy begin to thrum between your interwoven existences. For several breaths, he simply absorbed your softly murmured epiphany with rapt attentiveness.

Then, slowly, he shifted until you found yourselves a mere hairsbreadth apart - separated only by the gossamer partition of realities as he gentled his larger hand over yours and peered down at you with an achingly tender intensity that robbed you of breath.

"Yes," Ukitake rasped out fervently, each infinitesimal consonant seeming to sear itself into the fabric of your spiritual essence. "I've found...I do know precisely what you speak of."

The look he leveled into you then was a devastatingly radiant testament of truths brought to searing awakening. For in that moment, it felt as though every lingering gossamer shroud between your essences was rendered to smoke and char, leaving only the sublime inevitability of an infinite, soulful conjunction smoldering in the aftermath.

A heavy, electrically charged silence descended as Ukitake's words seemed to resonate through the space between you with a profound weight. You felt the delicate hairs along your nape prickling as an unmistakable frisson of anticipation began thrumming through your spiritual signature.

Almost unconsciously, you found yourself shifting nearer until the sides of your bodies were flush - heedless of propriety or restraint. Ukitake's intense jade regard didn't waver an inch, burning straight through to your deepest core as if he could perceive the molten truths roiling just beneath the surface of your composure.

You parted your lips, intending to respond, but the simple inhale felt thick and heady - as though the atmosphere itself had transformed into something molten and viscous. Charged with undercurrents too primal and indefinable to put into mere words.

Ukitake seemed to recognize the weight of the moment as well. His free hand drifted up in an unhurried, reverent glide until calloused fingertips ghosted along the line of your jaw with maddening delicacy. You couldn't quite smother the full-body shiver that lanced through you at the featherlight caress, suddenly hyper-aware of every molecule of air displacing against your heated skin.

"Tell me..." Ukitake rasped out, the low timbre of his voice seeming to reverberate straight into your marrow. "What finally allowed you to perceive the truth of this...inextricable bond between us?"

He emphasized the last few words with an achingly poignant lilt, thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip with tortuous leisure. You shuddered again at the sensation, feeling your composure rapidly splintering into a thousand incandescent shards as his spiritual pressure seemed to enfold you in a palpably smoldering embrace.

"I...Shunsui..." You managed to stammer out, feeling the brand of Ukitake's touch searing away any semblance of coherence. "He tried to..."

An infinitesimal furrow creased Ukitake's brow at the mention of your other oldest friend and confidant. His expression settled into one of rapt contemplation as he parsed the implications of what you were struggling and failing to articulate directly.

Then, with a subtle shift of weight, he was bridging the final scant inches between your bodies - close enough for you to feel the scorching thrum of his spiritual pressure like an electrical storm resonating in your bones. Ukitake pinned you with his piercing stare, the hand cupping your jaw flexing with undisguised possession. When he spoke again, each word dripped with smoldering intensity.

"Go on..." he commanded in that low, reverent rasp that seemed to ignite lancing trails of heat across every inch of your tingling flesh. "Tell me how our dearest friend finally revealed the depth of what this has always been between us. What inevitability we have only been deluding ourselves against embracing fully until now..."

You could only whimper softly at the blatant undercurrents of challenge and promise threaded through Ukitake's murmured intimations. He held you completely transfixed, helpless against the intoxicating sensory onslaught of his proximity and burning spiritual magnitude.

It would be so easy to finally surrender entirely in that moment - to arch into the delicious friction of your bodies pressed infinitesimally nearer and close the remaining distance into oblivion. To seal your existences into the sort of rapturous coalescence you now realized was the inevitable culmination of this fraught, eternal dance you and Ukitake had been engaged in since the dawn of your earliest recollections.

But the flickering remnants of propriety and self-restraint wouldn't permit such an absolute dissolution...not yet. So you clung to every fraying thread of composure and managed to drag coherency back into your words in trembling, breathless fragments.

"He...Shunsui tried to seduce me after reliving heated memories of our promiscuous Academy days," you rasped out in a confessional rush. "He held me and kissed me... But then pulled back, reminding me that you were the one whose yearnings deserved to be honored."

A muscle ticked in Ukitake's chiseled jaw as he absorbed your staggered recounting. His thumb traced a scorching path along your kiss-swollen lips before sinking lower to languidly follow the thrumming pulse at the base of your throat.

"I see..." he rumbled at last, the words seeming to reverberate straight into your hollow marrow with bass intensity. "So it took our dear friend openly showing his desire for you to finally break the fragile delusions that were hiding this unchangeable truth?"

Ukitake shifted again infinitesimally, until his nose was a searing brand against the vulnerable juncture behind your ear. You felt his lips ghost a searing whisper of contact against your flushed skin as he continued in an even deeper, grittier rasp:

"Good...then I suppose I should show you precisely how much more fierce and inextricable my own yearnings burn, hmm?"

The unspoken promise in his richly intoned words washed over you in a searing tsunami, effectively scouring away what miniscule reservations still flickered. In that suspended breath, you simply nodded in a tiny, helpless motion and surrendered utterly - finally embracing the inevitability of Ukitake's rapturous possession without resistance or restraint.

Ukitake's lips curved into the barest hint of a smirk as he absorbed your silent acquiescence, emerald gaze blazing with the first inklings of unholy intent. Without preamble, he slanted his mouth over the scorching pulse point beneath your jaw in a featherlight graze of contact.

You couldn't stifle the trembling whimper that spilled free at the exquisite brand of his mouth against your hypersensitized flesh. Ukitake simply hummed out a low rumble of approval, apparently taking immense satisfaction in reducing you to such delirious disarray.

His questing lips trailed higher in a string of searing, gossamer kisses along the elegant column of your throat. Each maddening point of contact seemed to sizzle straight through to your very core, stoking embers of rapture you'd been determinedly smothering for far too long.

At the same time, you felt the slow, torturous drift of Ukitake's thumb skating up from where it had been branding patterns into the pliant flesh of your inner wrist. Higher and higher it inched in a molten glide until finally brushing the pebbled peak of your nipple in a devastatingly casual caress through the thin material of your kosode.

You bucked helplessly into the white-hot frisson of sensation with a strangled keen of need. But Ukitake was utterly merciless, maintaining that same infinite leisure as he scattered scorching whispers of intimacy across your bared throat and scissored his thumb and forefinger around the sensitive bud of your breast in an expert pinch.

Just when you felt on the precipice of shattering completely beneath the banked intensity of his onslaught, Ukitake stilled. You blinked up at him in a haze of frantic bewilderment, only to find his burning stare fixed over your shoulder towards the distant doorway. A heartbeat later, you sensed the subtle displacement in the atmosphere signaling another spiritual signature rapidly encroaching.

Kyōraku...of course. As if the universe itself had decreed to slam you back into harsh reality before you fully surrendered to oblivion.

Ukitake exhaled a soft, rueful huff even as he withdrew from your intimate tangle with maddening nonchalance. Though his eyes still blazed like emerald suns gone supernova, the inscrutable mask of composure had clicked firmly back into place.

By the time Kyōraku came ambling into view, there was no outward indication of the seismic undercurrents still roiling between you and Ukitake - save for the fine sheen of perspiration beading your brow and the slightly dazed look you couldn't quite banish.

Kyōraku's gaze tracked between the two of you with palpably weighting intensity. And in that pause-laden moment, you realized with searing clarity that he perceived the shift, the unmistakable blaze fueled to rapturous awakening between his two closest companions.

Yet his expression remained jovial and easy, the facade of their easygoing dynamic reasserting itself smoothly as he quipped a suggestive joke about interrupting an intimate moment. You couldn't quite restrain the flare of heat that rose in your cheeks, but Ukitake's answering chortle and breezy deflection was flawlessly executed.

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken undercurrents as Kyōraku settled himself next to Ukitake's bedside. You could practically feel the weighted stares he kept cutting between you and the pale-haired captain, clearly sensing the charged shift that had occurred.

"Well now, what sort of private moment did I intrude upon?" Kyōraku remarked lightly, though his perceptive gaze revealed he knew there was more than idle chatter at play.

Ukitake's responding chuckle seemed almost too casual as he waved a dismissive hand. "Nothing untoward, I assure you. We were simply...catching up as old friends are wont to do."

The meaningful look he cut your way made your pulse spike treacherously. You fought to keep your expression impassive, though Kyōraku's knowing smirk said he missed nothing.

"Is that so?" he drawled, taking an indolent sip from the sake dish never far from his side. "My, it seems I may need to loosen up a bit in my twilight years. Such innocuous 'catching up' shouldn't leave lovely faces so delightfully flushed."

You couldn't stop the telltale flush from warming your cheeks further at his blatant insinuation. Ukitake simply made a soft noise of mild reproval in the back of his throat, though the gleam in his green eyes spoke volumes.

The three of you settled into familiar, easy banter after that - trading jokes and gossiping about the latest Seireitei happenings. But the undercurrent of charged tension wouldn't dissipate so easily.

You were hyperaware of every weighted look and pregnant pause between Ukitake and Kyōraku, the two men communicating entire paragraphs of subtext with the slightest arched brow or quirked smirk. Meanwhile, the lingering imprint of Ukitake's callused fingers continued branding itself into your flesh like a searing brand any time your gazes met and held.

The depths of desire he'd allowed to flare so blazingly between you before Kyōraku's interruption seemed to smolder in the heated jade of the captain's stare. As if he was simply biding his time until you were alone once more to pick up where the rapturous awakening had been halted.

For his part, Kyōraku played the fool with his usual masterful grace and nonchalance. But you caught the occasional shadowed look he shot Ukitake when he thought you weren't observing - weighted with knowledge and unspoken admissions that raised the fine hairs along your nape.

Whatever had finally catalyzed the tectonic shift in dynamics between the three of you, it was clear the former boundaries and easygoing affections would never again be tenable. You had crossed firmly into new intimate territory - one thick with inexorable gravities and the heady promise of profoundly intertwined fates finally being embraced without restraint.

As Kyōraku's boisterous stories and Ukitake's mild rejoinders washed over you, you couldn't shake the sense that you were teetering on the brink of rapturous surrender. That inevitable moment when the last vaporous veils would finally part...and the truth of what existed between your entwined existences would blaze into searing transcendence at last.

You spent the next little while basking in the comfortable camaraderie and familiar rapport shared between the three lifelong friends. The easy jokes and gentle ribbing flowed as naturally as breathing, helping to soothe away the last lingering wisps of charged tension thrumming beneath the surface.

At least for the moment. You caught Ukitake's gaze straying to you with unmistakable hunger more than once, only for him to quickly shutter it behind that placid mask of mild pleasantries whenever Kyōraku's sharp stare flickered his way.

Finally, you decided to take your leave before the fragile veil of propriety surrounding the intimate undercurrents could disintegrate entirely. Rising fluidly, you fired off one final teasing wink at the two captains.

"Well, this has been a delightful interlude as always, gentlemen. But I really must be going before poor Jushiro combusts from any more wicked teasing."

Kyōraku barked out a rich laugh at that, eyes dancing impishly. "Our dear friend makes a fair point, Ukitake. Wouldn't want you overtaxing that stubborn health with any overindulgences this evening."

Ukitake made a show of rolling his eyes long sufferingly, though the subtle uptick at the corners of his mouth revealed his amusement. You simply shook your head with a fondly exasperated smile and swept from the room, conscious of both men's weighted stares trailing after you.

The moment the door slid shut, cutting off your exit, you could have sworn you felt the atmosphere in Ukitake's chamber thicken perceptibly once more. You paused briefly, suddenly curious if either would breach the lingering tension now that you were out of sight. But their voices remained pitched too low to discern anything distinct, so you finally continued on your way.

Behind that closed door, Ukitake watched you depart with a hungry longing he didn't bother trying to disguise in front of Kyōraku. The other captain's deep chuckle rumbled through the stillness.

"Careful now, Ukitake. You're practically panting after our dear friend like a man half your age," he teased, amber eyes dancing with mirth.

Ukitake felt his cheeks warm slightly but didn't look away. "As if you were being the perfect example of subtlety earlier with all your crude insinuations."

Kyōraku's grin widened wolfishly. "Who, me? I was simply having a bit of fun reminiscing about old times, my friend. Though I must admit, the prospect of reliving certain...intimacies from our Academy days does hold some appeal still."

The suggestive arch of his eyebrow made Ukitake chuckle despite himself. Leave it to Kyōraku to steer any conversation into salacious territories without preamble.

"Is that what you'd call your drunken groping and slobbering kisses the other night?" he rejoined dryly. "Reliving old intimacies?"

Rather than looking abashed, Kyōraku simply laughed again - rich and full-bellied. "Ah, so she did fill you in on those details! I wondered if she'd confess to our heated indiscretions."

"She mentioned your antics, yes," Ukitake confirmed, unable to keep a slight edge from sharpening his tone as he recalled the pain he'd glimpsed lurking behind your eyes that evening. "Among other revelations that reordered certain...inevitabilities between us, it seems."

The meaningful weight he let linger on those last few words didn't go unmissed by Kyōraku. The older captain's expression sobered somewhat as he studied his closest friend's earnest countenance searchingly.

"I see," he murmured at last. "So you've finally allowed yourself to embrace the yearning you've carried for our friend all these long centuries, have you?"

Ukitake didn't look away from the other man's knowing stare, movements unhurried as he shifted closer until their spiritual signatures mingled with intimate proximity.

"I have," he rasped out simply. "Though I suspect you already discerned that awakening earlier, despite your teasing deflections."

Kyōraku's answering smile held no guile whatsoever as he reached out to clap Ukitake's shoulder warmly. There was only unvarnished approval shining in his russet eyes as he gave his oldest friend's arm a meaningful squeeze.

"You know I'll accept whatever path your heart has drawn you towards, Ukitake. Especially if it finally allows you to find happiness with the one whose radiance you've orbited since we were all young and reckless."

He let the weighted sincerity of his words linger meaningfully in the stillness for a beat, allowing Ukitake to parse his steadfast blessing of the profound intimacies now reordered between them and their third companion. Then his smile turned wolfish once more as he slanted the pale-haired captain a sly look.

"Though I do hope that path will still allow room for myself to...indulge in life's finer pleasures from time to time. I shudder to think of being wholly bereft of our dear friend's delectable company."

Ukitake surprised himself with a rich laugh at the shameless proposal, shaking his head ruefully even as he reached out to grasp Kyōraku's shoulder in a warrior's grip of profound understanding and fealty between them.

"As if anything could ever truly keep you from her, Kyoraku..."

[techs-ass]

Shark Dump: Lemon Sharks!

Some of you seemed to enjoy my shark facts and honestly, if I can get the chance to rave about sharks, I will. So here are some shark facts starting with my favorite, Lemon Sharks!!

If you guys enjoy this, feel free to leave me a request with the name of a shark you'd like to learn about and I'll be happy to info dump on them. I'm thinking about posting one every Sunday (Shark Sundays!!! :D )

Technically I was supposed to post this earlier but I didn't lol oops-

Conservation Status: NEAR THREATENED

This cute guy here is a Lemon shark or Negaprion brevirostris! They get this name from their yellowish skin and yellow bellies but they can be anywhere from brown to olive colored. Lemon sharks are mostly native to the Atlantic Ocean and parts of the Pacific where they occupy coral keys, mangrove forests, bays and even docks. Most populations can be found in Gulf of Mexico, the West Indies, and the Caribbean.

They can grow up to 11 ft long which makes them one of the larger species of sharks but don't let their size scare you! These guys are mostly scavengers that hunt for food near sandy in-shore areas. Most of the lemon sharks diet consists of bony fish, crustaceans and stingrays although they occasionally snack on seabirds or smaller sharks. They hunt using electroreceptors on their nose, called ampullae de Lorenzini, which help them detect fish and other creatures, even buried in the sand.

(Remember, sharks don't have hands so they rely on their nose and mouth to explore the enviroment around them!)

Lemon sharks usually live in oceanic waters that are no deeper than 188 ft although some have been found in waters at depths of up to 300 ft. They are one of 43 sharks that can swim in freshwater but usually don't travel very far into these waters as they can't survive for long periods in them. If you see a lemon shark in freshwater, they're probably just there for a quick bite to eat before heading back to the ocean.

Fun Fact: Bull sharks are the only shark that can survive in both salt and fresh water! They're also one of the dumber sharks and will try to eat anything that fits in their mouths.

Despite how scary they look, lemon sharks are actually a favorite among divers and marine biologist because of their docile behavior! They rarely attack humans (As of 2011, researchers had found only 10 cases of lemon sharks attacking humans, and none of these cases were deadly), in fact, they are very shy and usually try to avoid us. Though if they do approach, they're usually just being curious and will bump you with their nose.

But my favorite thing about lemon Sharks? Once they get over their shyness, they LOVE getting belly rubs! They find the sensation very pleasant and will actively seek out the divers who pet them, even chasing other sharks away if they feel the diver’s giving them too much attention. Sometimes, if you rub their belly too much or if you stimulate the tiny sensory pores located on their snout, you can put them into something called tonic immobility.

Tonic immobility is a reflex that causes a temporary state of inactivity in an animal. Similar to hypnosis! Researchers aren't sure why sharks do this as it's usually thought to be a prey instinct so apex predators like sharks shouldn't have this. But most researchers have found that the sharks aren't stressed when they perform this behavior so it might just mean they're really relaxed! This is backed up by the fact that when in this state the shark’s muscles relax and their breathing becomes deep and rhythmic. Sharks usually enter tonic immobility in less than a minute and they can remain in this state for up to 15 minutes. It doesn't hurt them at all and researches use this to help subdue them.

Lemon sharks (like many other sharks) are imperative to keeping our reefs alive and healthy. Without them, we've already begun to see a major decline in coral reefs and seagrass beds. By taking these sharks out of the coral reef ecosystem, there's nothing to keep the larger predatory fish in check and they overfeed on the herbivores. With less herbivores, macroalgae expands and coral can no longer compete, shifting the ecosystem to one of algae dominance causing the reefs to eventually die out.

Now, back to lemon sharks and the most important fact I have about them: their conservation status.

Lemon sharks are considered to be near threatened. This means that they are likely to become endagered in the near future. This is because they are targeted by commercial and recreational fishermen primarily due to their highly prized fins. Their meat is also in high demand and is considered a delicacy in many areas. Further, the continuing destruction of their habitat has led to the severe decline of lemon shark populations.

But thankfully, there are steps already being taken to help protect these sweet sea puppies. The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission prohibits the harvesting of lemon sharks in state waters. Any lemon shark that catches onto a hook is to be released immediately, either by removal of the hook from the shark or by cutting the shark free—whichever will release the shark quickest. Some countries are also slowly starting to put in protections for them as well.

You can also help! Many people view sharks as blood-thirsty monsters due to decades of slander campaigns and hollywood scare movies (I'm glaring at you Jaws). But we can change that view by showing the world just how beautiful and intelligent these creatures really are! The more informed people are about the sharks, the more we can do to help them. Just by reading this post and learning about lemon sharks, you're helping! Now, the next time you hear someone talking smack about sharks, you can smack them with some cool shark facts! Then hopefully with enough smacking, we can change how people see these lovely predators and get more support for their protection.

[acteur-dramatique]

Layers of Want

Each morning,

I stand before the mirror,

serums lined up like soldiers,

bottles gleaming under soft vanity lights,

and I press them into my skin -

a ritual, a routine,

a quiet kind of devotion,

This is my armor,

my alchemy of ampoules and creams,

the fleeing promise of a new face,

one they might notice.

I smooth retinol, dab peptides,

layer each with a kind of reverence,

hoping each drop will soften something

they never cared to see.

Mark,

Liam,

Samuel,

Kyle,

Connor -

names that haunt me in every pore,

etched into every fine line,

imprinted beneath the glow I try to cultivate.

I wonder if you'd see me now,

in the way a new face might erase the old,

if each layer I add

could peel back the weight of longing

until there's nothing left but glass.

But even in this polished mask,

I can't escape it -

the imperfections,

the way y skin catches light and shadow

like a memory clinging to flesh.

I press harder, work deeper

tonics and acids soaking into my skin

as if I could dissolve myself completely,

become pure, translucent,

someone you'd want to hold.

At night,

I begin again,

peeling back the layers,

stripping down to raw, untouched flesh,

searching for something you'd find beautiful.

And each night,

I find new flaws,

small betrayals of all I try to hide -

a line that softens and reappears,

a darkness that creams cannot touch,

an ache beneath the glow.

Maybe it's vanity,

this endless war against my own skin,

or maybe it's something darker,

a desperation buried in toner and eye cream,

in the ache of knowing

I am always just a little less

than what you wanted.

Each touch, each spread, each pat -

a quiet confession,

a whispered plea.

I am my own project,

a face remade in shadows and light,

in layers too thin to see,

but thick enough to mask the cracks

they left behind.

[jeri4lifer]

Tear You Apart ~ Leonora Lesso x Clarissa Dovey (Modern AU)

Soooo, this is quite literally my first time posting on tumblr, but i wanted to try.

Any ways I give you guys a little preview. ;)

Enjoy

hand fidgeting with her earrings as she finally meets her green eyes. 

“What’s a girl like you,” She pauses, glancing at the blonde’s figure before meeting her eyes again. “Doing in a place like this?” Clarissa sighed as she downed another glass of whatever the hell she  ordered before the last two drinks started to hit, the bar had a soft ambiance while calm jazz played in the background. No amount of alcohol could drown the thread of sadness and loneliness running through her veins that seeps youtube of every pore, her goal was to not think, not feel anything but the gin and tonic in her hand while she silently sulks in her work clothes, not wanting to go home just yet.

Clarissa nearly missed the gorgeous blonde pulling a chair out next to her at the bar table, waving to the male bartenders with the many hidden tattoos under his sleeves. She glances over before doing a double take to casually staring at the mysterious woman while she orders her drink, as the woman finishes her request she sighs and finally looks over to Clarissa once she feels her brown eyes on her.

Clarissa blushed when the woman gave her a striking grin, occasionally taking several glimpses from the blonde, the look of interest in her eye didn’t go unnoticed by Clarissa as she continued to finish her drink while averting her eyes from the observant woman. 

“Can I get a whiskey?” The woman asks the bartender before glancing over to Clarissa. “And add a gin and tonic for the angel here.” Clarissa releases a dull chuckle while turning her head to the seemingly bold woman next to her, her 

Clarissa sighed while pretending to be the least bit interested in the woman’s words. “I’m simply enjoying a drink with my own company until you decided to join me.” she snarked, rolling her eyes with a level of passiveness.

“Oh,” She mocked, turning her body towards the reluctant blonde. “Well I am truly sorry for disturbing you, darling.” 

“Are you really?” She sighed, glancing over at the woman. “You seem quite...unapologetic to me.”

Leonora chuckled, dropping her head at the blonde's snarkiness, she continues to observe Clarissa as she sips her drink. “I’m surprised a woman of your religious stature would come to a place like this.” 

Clarissa scoffs at the woman’s words, whipping her body around to face the woman. “And what makes you think that?” The redhead gave her a lopsided grin as she finally caught the tensed blonde’s attention, gesturing to the gold necklace with the virgin Mary dangling from the chain.

“It’s quite gorgeous if I might add.” Clarissa clasps the necklace in her hand before shoving it into her shirt, she ignored the way the redhead gazed at her cleavage shamelessly.

“Thank you...my husband gifted it to me for our tenth anniversary.” She blushed, throwing back the last of her drink to avoid the woman’s eyes.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the woman before leaning forward, causing Clarissa to slightly lean back in her chair while blushing furiously. “Huh...married and modest.” She stated, running her tongue over her red lips. 

Clarissa guilty around the room with her red face, she glanced down at the woman’s lips before clearing her throat. This wasn’t something she was use to, her body was having all these strange reactions that felt nothing like when she was with her husband, her perfume smells like bergamot and amberwood while her pale green eyes roam her physical and spiritual body, it was overwhelming.

The woman finally leans back in her chair, taking a sip of her whiskey that was order before speaking. “Tell me,” She sighs. “Why are you here?” 

Clarissa takes a deep breath, before answering. “I don’t want to go home just yet.” 

“Oh...is hubby not so good in bed, or is it the temper?” She mocks. 

Clarissa shrugs. “I love him but...his temper, his ego...the need to be better than everyone is taking away everything I loved about him.” She paused, removing her glasses while keeping her eyes on the counter.

The redhead holds out her hand, enticing the blonde to shake it. “Leonora. Leonora Lesso.” Clarissa stared at her hand for a moment before cautiously taking it, her pale hands were soft, perfectly manicured with black polish.

Clarissa brought her eyes back to Leonora’s, completely mesmerized by the aura she exuded; she couldn’t seem to bring herself to pull away, no matter the guilt quietly building in the back of her mind, the warmth in her stomach was somehow stronger.

“Would you like to...find something more entertaining to do?” Leonora gestures to the exit, standing up and holding out her hand for the blonde.

Every reason and excuse ran through Clarissa’s mind as she contemplated the offer, it was enticing. “Depends...what you’d have in mind for entertainment ?” She smiled, taking her hand. 

Leonora smiled, tilting her head. 

Here's the rest of the work, hope you guys enjoyed.

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[suspicious-whumping-egg]

Betrayed, Part 5

Masterlist here. Thanks for waiting so patiently everyone!

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The days blurred together in a mass of exhaustion— running and climbing and sparring under high gravity until it felt like their body had been put through a wringer, strategizing through Ridley’s impossible theoreticals and always falling short of the mark, poring over sets of blueprints for traps and weapons and gadgets. 

It wasn’t enough for them to be strong, or calculating, or innovative, or quick on their feet. If they wanted to be enough, they had to be everything. They had to be perfect, and they couldn’t be. 

Their body began to ache constantly from the abuse, until their stride turned into a stumble as they hurried from one task to the next. And as they grew less capable, Ridley only pushed them more and punished them harder. They stopped giving them the sleeping tonic, telling Dante they didn’t deserve it, and Dante found they could no longer sleep without it. They were dead on their feet every moment of their training. 

“Get up. I don’t fucking care that you’re tired, get up,” they snapped. 

Dante laid in a heap on the floor, crushed by the weight of the air around them. Three miles ran at 200 percent gravity, they’d discovered, was their body’s limit. Their vitals had been flashing red for a good half hour before they’d collapsed, but in the end, they were only human. They twitched uselessly on the ground, tears filling their eyes as they prepared for the flash of pain that would overtake them. 

“I just— I need a minute—” they choked out. “I’m— I’m trying— please don’t—”

Their veins were alight with agony, and their tears began to fall. They trembled with the effort of sitting up, they knew they couldn’t even try to stand. 

“If you were trying, this wouldn’t be happening,” Ridley retorted sharply. “If you were trying, you would have gotten up and kept going. I’m not lowering the gravity ‘til you finish this. It’s up to you on whether it’ll take all night.” 

“I haven’t slept in days,” Dante protested weakly. “I— I’m trying… I just can’t. Please…” 

Their words were cut off by their own cry, and they curled in on themself as they were overtaken by pain once more. They choked back another sob, their muscles screaming in protest as they tried to stand. Their legs wobbled beneath them, and they fell against the wall of the glass chamber, barely able to catch themself on the surface.  

Without another word, they forced themself into a shuffling jog, a pitiful excuse for the brisk run Ridley wanted. But they were moving. 

By the time they’d dragged themself through enough laps to complete the fourth and final mile, their lungs felt like they’d been filled with molten lead. Their suit beeped rapidly, alerting them to their dangerously high heart rate and blood pressure— as if they didn’t already know. Their head spun, their chest stabbed with pain, and they were swept with lightheadedness. They heard Ridley barking another order, but their world dissolved into nothingness before they could even try to obey. 

Dante awoke feeling weightless. They still ached, but to their surprise, they’d been moved from the training complex to the medbay— the same one they’d been healed in after being left for dead by their team. They heard Ridley talking to the medic outside, their voice muffled but clearly heated. But they didn’t care. They were lying in a bed, not being ordered around for once. 

The door flew open, and Ridley stalked through. “Think you can just pass out on me like that?” they snapped. “Do you know how annoying it is for your protege to just stop breathing in the middle of training?” 

Dante shook their head weakly, an IV jostling in their arm when they reached to bury their face in their hands. “I— I wasn’t trying to,” they defended pitifully. Maybe it’d help if you fucking fed me, or, just maybe, let me sleep. Bitch.

“I know that,” the villain said icily. “You think I care? The point is that you’re failing as an apprentice. You’re pathetic. You can’t even remotely keep up with the most basic of expectations, can you? You’re fragile. Would you rather I send you back? To the team that left you to die and now knows the extent of your betrayal?” 

Maybe I would! I know them, I’d know how to escape them. But I can’t escape you.

“I’m sorry,” they said instead, forcing their voice into timidity. “I’m trying. I just… can’t.”

Ridley scoffed. “Trying isn’t enough, Dante,” they said coldly. “Maybe I made a mistake in thinking you could be good enough. I could surely find another use for you… send you on a suicide mission of some kind…” They disregarded Dante’s terrified, widening eyes, lost in thought. 

“I’ll be better!” They promised quickly, even as they knew they could never be enough. “I will… I’ll— I’ll keep up, I won’t disappoint you. I’ll find a way how.” 

The villain shook their head doubtfully, but just shrugged at them. “I’m sure you will,” they said sweetly. 

Dante didn’t have the energy to defend themself. I’ll have to, if I want to stay alive. Nothing else mattered. 

Ridley didn’t go easier on them after that, although the sleeping tonic reappeared along with their meals. And while their fatigue ran bone-deep, every second of every day, they managed to keep going.

The sparring sessions got more intense as the days went on. Ridley had been going easy on them when they’d been a hero, they realized— or it was just harder to fight now that they were constantly stretched so thin. 

Blood ran down their face where a hard punch had split their lip, and Dante was battered with bruises. But the blows kept coming. Their instinct was to reach out with their power and kick gravity to the curb, to shoot into the air and turn it back on once they were far above any possible threat. 

But as much trust as they’d gained, the power suppressing collar remained locked tightly around their neck. 

They sidestepped a roundhouse, ducking under a strike of the staff Ridley held. They had no choice but to go on the defensive— they had no weapon of their own. The staff smacked their shins and they lost their balance, their legs swept under them.

They were up before Ridley could get another hit in, darting away from the villain and preparing to dodge another blow.  Yet a false hit from the staff was their downfall, and instead, Ridley’s knee drove sharply into their stomach. 

Dante’s cry was soundless, the air stolen from their lungs as they curled in on themself, gasping. 

They were shown no mercy. A furious rain of blows struck them, a sharp and stinging pain shocking their body each time the staff made contact. 

They wanted nothing more than to give up and lie down, to just wait for the beating to be over. But they knew Ridley wouldn’t cease until they proved themself stronger than that. They scrambled to their feet, tears streaming down their face.

Only to be knocked down once more.

Their chest seized with the sudden catch of  a sob, tears streaming down their face despite their best attempts to choke them back. 

“Please—” they gasped out weakly, trembling as they forced themself up on all fours, limbs shaking. They didn’t even know if they could get back up. 

“I— I can’t— I’m sorry— please…” 

Their protests were met with the sharp smack of steel against skin, and their body went limp, their face smashing into the ground. 

They didn’t know the force of the gravity they were under. For all they knew, it could have been 500 percent. It certainly felt like it, with the intensity of the weakness overtaking their body. 

“The session’s not over until I say it is,” Ridley said smoothly, nudging Dante’s pitiful form with their boot. 

“So you either man up and fight back, or you face the consequences of weakness.” 

Every day, Dante had taken the former. But they were simply too exhausted. A broken whimper escaped their lips, a weak shudder running through their body. They couldn’t get up if they tried.

And as the staff slammed into their body, time after time, all they could do was beg for the pain to stop. 

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[beboslatkice]

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[gojoscloset]

It's Nivea brand facewash. It's quite popular here idk 😭 you can ofc recommend me !! I want your help!! I gotta glow up!!! Also my head is almost bald (pcod 😭😭)

Oooh I heard Nivea is a good brand!

These are the ones I am currently using and it’s been doing me wonders

Face wash: cerave oil cleanser, it helps with all kinds of skin and prevents you disturbing your skins natural barrier

Tóner: it helps close up your pores and really idk how to explain but this toner saved my life

And Aquaphor is literally one of the best things to happen to my face! It’s like Vaseline but so much better and I put a lot on my face at night and in the morning Truly a god send!

And I feel you! I definitely suffer from symptoms of PCOS as well, over the years I’ve been losing a lot of hair and am trying my best to prevent more from falling out (supplements, working out, hair tonic) etc etc Over share: my ovaries n stuff are screwed due to genetics (and weight) 🥲 but we’ll get through this together bby

[triciamfoster]

Essential Oils: Patchouli  Pogostemon cablin

The following information is from Essential Oils for Beginners: The Guide to Get Started with Essential Oils and Aromatherapy by Althea Press.

DESCRIPTION  Patchouli essential oil has a deep golden-brown color and a medium to thick consistency. Its rich, woody aroma is wonderfully appealing, and it makes an excellent base note in aromatherapy blends.  

ORIGIN  India, Indonesia, Sri Lanka  

PROPERTIES  Antibacterial, antiemetic, anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial, antiseptic, antiviral, carminative, decongestant, deodorant, febrifuge, laxative, stimulant, stomachic, tonic  

APPLICATION  Patchouli essential oil may be used neat. It is suitable for direct inhalation, diffusion, topical application, and ingestion.  

PRIMARY USES  Eases indigestion; alleviates constipation; soothes insect bites and stings, burns, and minor wounds; alleviates dandruff; moisturizes dry skin; reduces appearance of wrinkles; opens pores for cleansing; relieves oily skin and hair; repels insects.  When used in aromatherapy or for meditation, patchouli essential oil alleviates nervous exhaustion and relieves stress. It promotes physical and mental relaxation, increases focus, and helps users eliminate feelings of insecurity.

SAFE USE  Patchouli essential oil is generally considered safe for humans, dogs, and horses. It is recognized as a flavoring agent and food additive by the FDA.

[sevarix-blogs]

acne besties 🤝 sometimes i don't care and other times the light falls on my face just so and i realize how uneven the skin and i just can't help feeling like..... eugh. the most annoying thing ever is trying out a new cleanser or tonic that helped your friends a lot but does nothing for you lmao anyway love you var!! <3 don't succumb to the negative thoughts

ah ty friend 🥺💜 i will admit sometimes i get super self conscious about it when i turn my camera on for work meetings. like there's a big red spot on my chin I'm sure everyone can see it. but another part of me is like. who cares!!!! it's not offensive or anything!

and it's completely due to the T in my case. it makes your pores bigger and more oily. i CAN tell a difference with this new treatment, but i still get occasional giant pimples :(

i think another thing that bothers me about it is that people don't expect adults to have acne. like they see it as a "teen thing". but adults have acne too, even hormonal acne. i wish it was more normalized i guess

[suroskie]

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Renaissance beauty ingredients and their uses:

Astragalus Antiseptic; emollient; soothing Polygonum bistorta Anti-inflammatory; tonic; astringent Bryonia Rheumatism; sciatica; anti-inflammatory Cinnamonum camphora Anti-inflammatory Pinophyta (Pinaceae) Patches and ointments Cuminum cyminum Halitosis; stimulates circulation; disinfectant Cyclamen europaeum Anti-inflammatory effect Vicia faba Abscesses; erythema; skin rashes; inflammation of the skin; corns; warts Ferula galbaniflua Tonic; stimulating; anti-infective; anti-inflammatory Zingiber officinale Anti-spots; anti-dandruff; promotes hair growth Acacia senegal Emulsifier Boswellia Anti-inflammatory; antioxidant; antiaging; soothing; calming; elasticizer for red stretch marks Arum italicum Expectorant; purgative; anti-inflammatory, antioxidant Cyclamen hederifolium L. Purgative (toxic) Juniperus Astringent; antiseptic; purifying for oily and impure skin and hair Lilium Soothing; moisturizing; blemishes Althaea officinalis Moisturizing; emollient; anti-inflammatory; anti-itching Brassica oleracea Dry and brittle hair; anti-dandruff; Allium cepa Anti-inflammatory, exfoliating; healing: antifungal; antibacterial Rosaceae Sp. Anti-inflammatory; antioxidant Rosa canina Antioxidant, anti-inflammator Astringent Caesalpinia sappan Natural dye Scilla Urginea maritima Cardiotonic (toxic) Prunus Amygdalus Dulcis Emollient; nourishing; antiaging; soothing; anti-stretch marks; hair care Vitis vinifera Scalp psoriasis; hair care; face exfoliator Viola Sp. Antiaging; anti-inflammatory; acne; eczema; herpes; psoriasis Clematis viticella (Toxic) Lupinus albus Wrinkle; antioxidant Vitis vinifera Antioxidant; antiaging Myristica fragrans Antiseptic; tonic; antioxidant; strong and shiny hair; oily skin Eugenia caryophyllata Antiseptic; antioxidant Pistacia lentiscus L. Oily skin; enlarged pores; acne

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Snow White: Episode IV

Snow white rides a moped in the bad part of town over the tracks on her arms sits a evening gown paleness, starvation and tricks she seems to grapple Perhaps she’s looking for something Worse than a apple

A shiny crown shouts of her arrival the streetlights dance with their survival to bounce off such esteemed cluster of jewels negativity strips itself and dances in its pools

The mayor and the cook can feel her presence the town awakes and shakes the residence here we have a queen with a bad habit a on-the-go empress with no time for sabbath

there's a guy waiting who's nothing but electricity popping with veins in front of a window fanning misery depression rips thru his pores as disguised sweat another wasted gamble on life's losing bet

A rock at his window, a rattle of glass she waits below with a diamond as her pass the buzzer sounds and she's sent on up lazy queen makes her way up like a unwanted lump some people worship and some people beg some people would rather bite off their leg some people smile when the deal has been done some people just want to survive under this sun

The key is inserted and the cycles is her horse a bag full of goodies to bring home to her dwarfs a lifetime of fun all packed in a plastic bag she rides it home through a city full of golden flags

now back at home Where the fun just smiles and frolics home to seven little masters, seven gin and tonics a queen in the world that needs something refreshing a beauty stuck in a world, not even protesting

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All about Yarrow

I just absolutely fucking love Yarrow. Have you worked with this plant? 

Yarrow is cooling & drying, and tightening to the tissues. It can be considered an herb that works with fluids (digestive fluids, sweat, blood & urine, what a lovely combination). Its taste is bitter, which is unmistakable in an infusion. All bitters herbs are digestive stimulants & tonics, and yarrow is no exception. Along with stimulating digestive fluids, yarrow also tones & heals the digestive tract as a topical vulnerary (healer) & astringent (tightener). 

Yarrow also has an affinity for the urinary tract, and is an antiseptic indicated for hot conditions (such as an infection) and lax conditions (such as mild urinary incontinence). It will also provide a general toning action to the entire urinary system. 

Most people are first introduced to Yarrow as a hemostatic (blood-stopping) plant, useful for cuts & bloody noses. But did you know that Yarrow’s actions as a blood herb are even more extensive than that? Yarrow works in the cardiovascular system a lot like it seems to work in the urinary system - it has a general toning action on the entire system and is considered a circulatory tonic, working to strengthen our veins which in turn helps with tings like varicose veins and hemorrhoids. 

In the same vein (see what I did there?), Yarrow works with the female reproductive system’s blood by toning & easing cramps & heavy bleeding. It will work best in cases where internal blood is involved if taken as a tonic, daily over a period of time. 

Lastly, Yarrow is an excellent fever herb, helping the body to open its pores & produce a sweat (as a diaphoretic), thus cooling our fever (as a febrifuge). It should be used in this case when a person is feeling hot & having trouble “breaking” their fever, not when a person has a fever but is feeling cold, as Yarrow can exacerbate the situation in that instance. 

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Yarrow’s scent is amongst my favorite on the planet. It has such a rich, earthy, musky floral smell to it that I cannot get enough of. I have been slathering myself in a beautiful Yarrow-infused oil that @cascadeWildcraft made and I’ll probably go through the whole bottle as perfume before I get a chance to use it on an injury. 

Have you worked with this lovely plant? Tell me your favorite things about Yarrow!

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(You probably got the answer about the shark already, but for those that haven’t)

This is actually a way to stop a shark attacking you. Sharks have very poor eyesight so they feel and figure things out with their teeth. This one either mistook the diver for a fish, or judging by the crate in the scene, probably was in food mode because it was being fed and was feeling around with its mouth for more. I don’t have the context for this situation, but those are my guesses based on its behavior and the scene.

But this is actually a way to calm a shark down. It’s called Tonic Immobility, and usually you flip the shark all the way onto its back with smaller species, but sharks also have pores in their snout that deal with electromagnetic energy, so rubbing that area can also cause them to calm down and relax. That’s usually how it’s done on bigger sharks.

The diver here was likely using Tonic Immobility here to relax the shark by flipping it vertically to calm it and to prevent a potential bite. It doesn’t hurt them or anything, and in some cases they really enjoy it and come back for more.

Of course you should not do this to bigger sharks if you haven’t had practice with smaller ones…and you should wear extra protection in case they get you before you stop them.

This is my source for this information: A video of a diver that specializes in these things. It shows him performing this technique and the behavior of the Caribbean reef sharks (a large but usually gentle species) he does it with. Go watch the video for more on it and to see the practice in action.

It also captures how beautiful and calm sharks can be.

TL;DR: Sharks can be relaxed with something called Tonic Immobility, where you can flip them on their backs, flip them vertically, or simply rub their noses a certain way to relax them. I included a link to a video that talks about this more and demonstrates it too.

I feel lied to. This is where the bugs bunny NO meme cokes from