#skin care sets

[hinamie]

some quick jjk eye paintings

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN (2024): hyunjin in every letter... ↘ D-22 | INDIGO

[fox-guardian]

I have learned I don't really like skinny jeans so I never wear these things and I want to wear funky shorts on my bday but I don't own any. Should I jort them??

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Ya don’t see borzoi ears like that everyday!!! I mean. I do. Cause I live with them. But. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

[greasydumbfuck]

[alpacacare-archive]

i bet that even as humans they still refer to themselves as skeletons

[satans-knitwear]

Breaking news! Basic acts of self care can make u feel good sometimes.

Treat me ~ Tip me

[artlipsis]

long sleeves would probably make the disguise easier but mura's gotta draw the line somewhere

[moeblob]

Anyway they can change between being tiny and human sized. And when they're tinier they can only be seen by the other fae or their selected humans. So if you just passed Noll on the street while Shavuli was perched on his shoulder chatting away you wouldn't see or hear her.

[serenadeofsunshine]

cannot believe today was such a great day until the last minute THEYRE OUT TO GET ME. I SWEAR. whatever. i’m going to draw. watch the moose for me Make sure he gets into no hijinks

[javierduffy]

drabble about chapter 3 javieran late night discord (campfire) conversations because i love writing the turning point where javier finally lets himself start making moves 💔☹️

“so,” javier gestures with his bottle, the last quarter of it sloshing to get his conversation partner’s attention, “tell me about yourself.”

“oh, i’m…” kieran fiddles with his hands, pries his eyes away from javier’s bottle as the other man takes a swig of it. if he let himself look any longer, they’d end up on his lips. “i’m just me, sir. just kieran duffy. ain’t got much to tell.”

“mh.” javier grunts a reply, and kieran would think that’d be the end of it, if not for the bottle thrust at him to punctuate the response. he thinks javier is just tipsy enough not to be offering essentially backwash on purpose. he hopes it is a kind gesture. he takes it and a swig to boot. rather not be drinking with a man so pretty, but he’d rather not be one to resist one, neither.

“”just” you say. what makes you so little?” javier’s beginning to pop another beer open on his seat. without the light of the moon, the scout campfire now feels like a long, long way from the clemen’s point camp, and he now feels like no one in the world could hear his curiosity. like not a soul in this world around could accuse him of gentility.

kieran, taking the new bottle as an offer to keep the old one, finishes off his drink. shakes his head like it’s bitter. like he isn’t trying to pick apart which taste is the beer and which is javier. “i ‘unno. suppose- no one’s cared so much before. i feel so little, i can’t say i feel right justified in going around and advertising myself. plenty of interesting folk around, and they sure don’t look like me.” javier cocks an eyebrow.

for once since months ago in colter, dark brown eyes meet green, and they stay there. grass plants it’s roots in rich soil, and it feels like home. kieran can see javier’s eyes flicker to his lips, and he convinces himself it meant nothing. uproots himself and looks back at the fire.

javier lets his eyes roam kieran’s profile a bit- his long lashes, his hooked nose, his sunspots- and suddenly he really, really needs another drink. he’s parched. he mirrors the other man’s fixation on the fire with another swig. “can’t say any of us nowadays look too alike. not unless you get the privilege of being born in the city, with money. every man has his story. if you think it is a competition, maybe you should consider yourself lucky that you haven’t lived enough chaos to be “interesting”.”

kieran snorts, “you don’t know the half of it… sir.” he tacks the term messily onto the sentence, hoping it’ll be enough to keep javier from strangling him to death for his tone. instead, he turns to see javier with a wide smile, drooping eyes creasing like a canine with it’s fangs bared. it makes kieran feel cold- like prey who yearns for the warm embrace of his predator’s breath on his neck.

“tell me then. what makes you so interesting and me so ignorant?”

[bookshelfdreams]

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[undertheniall]

I hate him 😪

[enhanced-operatives-division]

I've been thinking about the first time Prism got one of her Robots to work the way she wanted after getting kinesium and uh well this was the product of that

[jules-and-company]

one thing about me is that i’m an orestes-electra-pylades defender. if you don’t hear them being defended anymore that means i am deceased

[pawsitivevibe]

I was walking Arthur and we encountered a guy with a Pittie mix thing. He was screaming at it and jerking it around and forcing it to the ground for reacting to Arthur. It was really upsetting. The poor dog looked completely overwhelmed. I hate people who think they need to "show their dog whose boss." I feel so helpless seeing that kind of thing. There's nothing I can really do about it. That kind of person wouldn't listen, and saying anything could put me and my dog at risk. There's some people who are receptive to "there's another way to train" and then there's ... Assholes with bully breeds they abuse.

I put Arthur in a heel and praised and cookied the heck out of him until we got past them. Didn't want him to get stressed out by it.

Ahhh every dog deserves kind and fair treatment. Why do people suck so much.