#soothing as foofoo

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Slasher Headcanons | Slashers + Bath Bombs

Bubba

● Look, Bubba is in love with the bath bomb before he even knows what it does. Pretty colors? Lovely scents? He’s delighted. He’s going to get so much mileage out of this bad boy, thank you so— 

● ...oh? What’s that? It’s for the bath?

● Bubba’s eyes glisten as his tub begins to fill with a swirling vortex of pink and green and orange. Then, he’s peeling off his clothes like his life depends on it and splashing into the water because are you kidding him, his bath water is rainbow sherbet and he needs to bathe in this right the fuck now.

● You have to scold him for trying to taste the water

● Doesn’t leave his bath until it goes cold and he’s wrinklier than a prune.

● Honestly, do yourself a favor and just buy this boy a Lush subscription because he’s never taking a normal bath ever again.

Freddy

● Nah, miss him with that foofoo shit

● The only way you get him to try it is by bathing with him and when that happens, predictably, the bath bomb becomes an afterthought

● Ends up liking it for the sole reason that you can’t see where he’s gonna tease you from next thanks to the cloudiness of the water

Jason

● Can this absolute unit even fit in a tub

● Anyway, water is scary, and Jason isn’t particularly fond of getting wet regardless of circumstance. The bath bomb is a welcome distraction.

● He settles in to watch the show with his legs tucked into his chest, occasionally poking the bath bomb with a deliberate gentleness as it fizzes around in the tub and turns his water a deep violet.

● Soothing af, helps to ease his nerves tremendously

Michael

Glares suspiciously as the water in the tub begins to turn pitch black

Yeah no he’s not getting in that

You’re trying to poison him, aren’t you?

Forces you down into the tub to test his theory

Discovers that it’s not poison because you don’t appear to be dying

Sucks to suck, he’s still not taking a bath

[teenwolimagines]

Part One

The next twenty minutes of lunch was spent awkwardly setting things up.

Such as when to announce the engagement publicly, back story and living arrangements.

You woukd announce the engagement in six months, you two met in a crowded restaurant, and you would be staying with Jordan in his condo.

Everything seemed taken care of.

‘Wait.’ your mother said.

'Yes?’ Karen asked.

‘Well it seems to me you and your family is getting a lot out of this arrangement, but what exactly does my family get.

‘Mom.’ you groaned.

Could she sound more like she was selling you.

‘Oh of course, anything we can do.’ Dave said.

‘We don’t need much.’ your dad said before mom could open her mouth.

‘I just want my parents to be comfortable, they are behind on a few bills. I’m not asking you to put them in a mansion, just loan us enough to keep the house. 

‘No sweetie you don’t have to pay us back.’ Karen soothed.

‘But I will, I’m not going to take your money.’ you replied seriously

The Parrish family all seemed taken aback by this, but you held your ground, you weren’t a beggar. You wouldn’t take advantage of this nice family just because they were rich.

‘If you insist Darling, we’ll give you an interest free loan of a hundred thousand dollars for all your bills and whatever else you need.’ Dave agreed.

You and your parents sigh, a huge burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

‘Well, now that everything is officially taken care of, I think we should give these two alone for a while.’ Karen smiled as she stood.

Her husband and your parents followed suit, you watched with mild panic as they gathered their items.

Before walking away from the table your mother bent down to whisper in your ear.

‘Do not mess this up for us.’ she hissed before walking away.

You sigh as you turn back to Jordan who looks absolutely lost as to what he was supposed to do now that the parents were gone.

‘So, hello Jordan Parrish, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), your fiance.’ you smiled, politely holding out your hand.

He smiled, letting out a nervous breath.

‘Hi, I’m Jordan Parrish, your husband to be, you can call me Parrish. Only my mother uses my first name.’ he introduced.

‘Parrish it is then.’ you smiled.

You looked down at the six empty plates on the table then down at the big lemon colored dress.

‘I’m sorry Parrish, but would like to get out of here? I cant stand being in this damn dress a second longer.’ you said honestly.

Parrish chuckled as he placed a few hundred dollar bills on the table and stood up.

You quickly followed him out of the restaurant, hiking up the dress to keep from tripping over it.

‘My car is parked right here, I have a change of clothes in the backseat, it will only take a few minutes.’ you said as you pulled your keys from your bra.

Parrish gave you a strange look as you unlocked your car.

‘I’m only carrying two things, a phone and a set of keys, why would I need a purse.’ you joked as you got in the back seat.

You tore yourself from the cursed dress, eager to get on your black tank top, tight ripped jeans, and combat boots.

As you put on the top you look up and catch Parrish watching you through the rear view mirror. 

You smiled as you winked at him, laughing when he blushed and turned away.

After you finished tying your boots you got out of the car a smug look on your face.

‘I should call you Tom, you peeper.’ you teased while opening your trunk.

‘I-I uh I’m so sorry I hadn’t meant to.’ Parrish awkwardly apologized.

‘It’s alright, we’ll be married soon. Can’t blame you for wanting to see what you were spending your life with.’ you said as you pulled your your red plaid over shirt and tied it around your waist.

‘Just know one day I might want a peep show as well.’ you grinned.

Parrish’s blush darkened as you wiggled your eyebrows.

‘You’re really are a little tomato aren’t you Parrish, come on.’ you said as you took his hand, pulling him along.

‘Where are we going?’ he asked.

‘A date, I want to get to know my fiance.’ you answer.

‘What will we be doing on this date?’ Parrish asked.

‘Walking, talking, telling jokes, embarrassing secrets, blushing, sneaking glances. Having our own little montage.’ you replied.

‘Montage?’

‘Montage.’ you nodded.

‘So why don’t people use your first name?’ you asked.

‘In school I knew more than ten other Jordans, and that was just in my grade, and four of them were in my class. At first they tried calling me JP, but the Jordan Pride transferred, so then I was Jay, but the two other guys named Jay didn’t like that. Finally I just by my last name. Parrish.’ he answered.

‘So complex.’ you commented, tangling you fingers with his.

‘What about you? Any nick names?’ Parrish asked.

‘A few, but only two that ever get used, both a bit embarrassing.’ you answered.

‘Well, let me hear them.’

‘The first one is... Baby I Love You.’ you mumbled.

‘What?’ Parrish laughed.

‘Shut up, they literally called me Baby I Love You, because apparently when I was learning how to talk I watched a shit ton of Barney so for a while I only knew how to say I love you. Said it anytime I heard my name.’ you confessed.

‘Aw that is adorable.’ Parrish cooed.

‘Its embarrassing.’ you whined.

‘What’s the other?’ Parrish asked.

‘This one I have no clue where it came from or who even started it, but its FooFoo. Over the years its been altered every which way, Foofy, Foofidalia, Foofs.’ you rambled.

‘Very unique. Alright, What do you do for a living?’ Parrish asked as you two rounded the corner.

‘I’m a vet’s assistant at the moment, but while I love animals, my passion is writing. What about you?’ you returned.

‘I’m the CFO of the Hell Hound Law Firm, and despite my father Owning the company I did earn my position.’ Parrish stated.

‘Oh I yeah I read that you started off working as an intern.’ you said.

‘Yeah, while I was still getting my law degree I took the internship for some extra money since my parents were only paying for tuition, Dad said it would build character and respect for the company.’

‘Did you always want to run the law firm?’ you asked him as you waited for the cross signal.

‘Well, when I was seven I wanted to be a squirrel I think, but when I was eight my parents too me to work with them. Back then it was just this five story building were renting, but they showed it to me with so much pride and so much hope. They told me they were building it all for me, even then I think I understood that they had put everything into that company for me. For me and my kids and all their kids after that, for the family.’ Parrish answered absentmindedly.

‘Wow.’ you said in awe as you both crossed the street, entering the local park.

‘Your parents are really great, to build a multi million dollar law firm from the ground up for you.’ you said.

‘What about your parents, how are they?’ Parrish asked as you both walked in the shade.

‘Well, my parents didn’t build a company or anything, but I doubt there s a bigger cheerleader than my dad. At my high school graduation he printed a huge cut out of my face and screamed “THAT’S MY SEED RIGHT THERE, LOOK AT HER BLOOMING BITCHES!” when I walked.’ you laughed.

‘He did not.’ Parrish doubted.

‘I swear, he almost got kicked out.’ you swore.

‘What about your mom?’

You let out a long sigh.

‘I’m sure she loves me, in her own way, but me and her have never been that close. I think she blames me for a lot of things.’ you answered.

‘Like what?’

‘She got pregnant in high school, dropped out. When she would have a bit too much wine she would tell me all the dreams she had of becoming an actress. She would try to put me in beauty pageants, but Dad never let her thank God. When I told her I was going to be an English major she almost popped a vein.’ you said sadly.

‘I’m sorry.’ Parrish apologized.

‘Its OK, I love my Mom and like I said I know she loves me too.’ you replied.

‘Well what’s an embarrassing secret that no one knows?’ you asked, getting away from the serious buzz kill of a topic.

‘I wont say a word.’ he said defiantly, crossing his.

‘Come on, eventually I’ll find out, why not tell me now?’

‘If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.’ he said seriously.

‘When I was twelve, I took a girl I liked to the movies and she asked to see my...you know.’ Parrish whispered.

‘No, in the movie theater?’ you gasped, hand over your mouth.

‘Yes, so at first I’m like, not a chance, but she convinces me so I do it anyway, so I pull it out. So she’s looking at it for like a minute, then she pokes it, one finger. Looks at her hand, runs out of the theater.’ Parrish tells.

‘Hang on, I feel like we need to sit down for the rest of this story.’ you said as you pull him to sit on a bench under a tree.

‘So you’re sitting there literally with your dick out, then what?’ you asked.

‘Well I put it back and go try to find her, I see her come out the restroom wiping her hands, so I’m like why did you leave? She said I had to wash my hands, I touched your penis.’ he continued, moving closer to you.

‘Was it dirty?’ 

‘Absolutely not!’ Parrish said defensively.

You rose your hands in mock surrender.

‘So go home, I tell my friends t just didn’t go well, we met at a party a few months back. She and her wife are very happy together.’ Parrish finished.

Before you could stop it a small chuckle escaped your lips, you bit back the rest of your laugh when you Parrish glared at you.

‘I’m sorry, it’s just aha ha, yours is so much worse than mine.’

‘Well what’s your secret?’ Parrish pouted.

‘I slept with girl my ex cheated on me with.’ you shrugged.

‘You-you what?’ Parrish stuttered, eyes wide.

‘I wasn’t into her or anything, and at that point I was over him, but you know it was back when YOLO was a thing. After I did it I just ever told anyone, felt kinda bad for it.’ you sighed as you leaned into him.

‘So I seem to have a thing for girls who do things with girls.’ Parrish joked.

‘It seems so.’ you smiled as you looked up at him.

‘You are an odd little thing aren’t you?’ he asked as he leaned closer to you.

‘You have six months to find out.’ you whispered before you pulled him into a slow kiss.

As you two shared your shared your first kiss you didn’t see the guy watching you from the other side of the park, or the hate is eyes.

[vbarbershopfranchise-blog]

Why Every Man Should Go to a Barbershop

For the past few months, I’ve been having my haircut at various barbershops. For most of my life, I went to unisex salons that reeked of perm chemicals and mousse. Every time I’d go, I’d walk away with a bad haircut. On top of that, I always felt out of place. Most of the clients were usually women and a woman was cutting my hair. I’d just go in, sit there silently while the person cut my hair, and leave.

I don’t know why I stopped going to a barber franchise. As a child, I went to a barbershop on the main street in my hometown. It was called “The Friendly Barbershop.” I remember being fascinated with all the barber stuff. What I remember most though, was the distinct manliness of the place. Even as a young child, I could sense that a barbershop was a cool hang out for men. Twenty years later, I’m rediscovering the barbershop. You should too.

A Brief History of Barbershops

The 1880s to the 1940s were the golden age for barber shop franchise. During this time, men socialized in all-male hangouts, and barbershops rivaled saloons in popularity. Visiting the barbershop was a weekly, and sometimes daily habit. Men would stop in not only for a haircut and a shave, but also to fraternize with friends and chew the fat.

During this golden age, barbershops were classy places with often stunning surroundings. Marble counters were lined with colorful glass-blown tonic bottles. The barber chairs were elaborately carved from oak and walnut, and fitted with fine leather upholstery. Everything from the shaving mugs to the advertising signs were rendered with an artistic flourish. The best shops even had crystal chandeliers hanging from fresco painted ceilings.

Despite this level of luxury, hair cut franchises were homey and inviting. A memorable and heavenly man aroma filled the air. The smell of cherry, wintergreen, apple, and butternut flavored pipe and tobacco smoke mixed with the scent of hair tonics, pomades, oils, and neck powders. These aromas became ingrained in the wood and every cranny of the shop. The moment a man stepped inside, he was enveloped in the warm and welcoming familiarity. He was immediately able to relax, and as soon as the hot lather hit his face, his cares would simply melt away.

The Decline

The first blow to barbershops came in 1904 when Gillette began mass marketing the safety razor. Their advertisements touted the razor as more economical and convenient than visiting the barbershop. The use of safety razors caught on, and during World War I, the US government issued them along with straight razors to the troops. Having compared the two razors size by side, upon returning home from the front many soldiers discarded both the straight razor and their frequent trips to the hair cut franchise. Going to the barber for a shave became a special occasion instead of a regular habit.

In the decades after WWI, several other factors combined to weaken the place of the barbershop in society. Companies like Sears began selling at-home haircutting kits, and mom began cutting Junior’s and Pop’s hair. Then the Depression hit, and people cut back on discretionary spending like barber shaves. The loss of male lives in the World and Korean wars also shrunk barbers’ pool of clientele. Then in the 1960s Beatlemania and the hippie culture seized the country, and hairstyles began to change. Men started to grow their hair longer and shaggier, and their visits to the barber became infrequent or non-existent.

Even when short hair came back into style during the 1980s, men did not return en masse to the barbershop. Instead, a new type of hairdresser siphoned off the barbers’ former customers: the unisex salon. Places like “SuperCuts” which were neither beauty salons nor barbershops, catered to both men and women. Many states’ licensing boards accelerated this trend by ceasing to issue barber licenses altogether and instead issuing a unisex “cosmetologist” license to all those seeking to enter the hair cutting profession.

Why Every Man Should Go To A Barber Shop

A barber knows how to cut a man’s hair. If you’re like most men these days, you’re probably going to some unisex chain salon like Supercuts. I used to do it too. Most of the time, I’d walk out of these places with a crappy haircut. Sometimes, my haircut would look decent for the first week or so, but then it would grow out into a horrible bowl.

The problem is that many of the people who work at salons are not trained barbers. They’re cosmetologists. The difference between the two can spell the difference between a dopey-looking haircut and a great one.

A barber is trained to cut with clippers, the main tool in cutting a man’s hair. Cosmetologists, on the other hand, are trained to use scissors. Their training is also geared towards catering to women’s hair. They become experts in styling, coloring, and perming — things a man has no need for. That’s why when you ask the cute stylist at SuperCuts to use the number 2 on the clippers, you walk away with a bad haircut. She’s probably not well versed in how to use them. But a haircut franchise can employ the clippers with finesse.

It’s a great place to chew the fat with other men. When I went to hair stylists, I hardly ever talked to the woman who cut my hair. I’d chat about my family and theirs and that’s about it. The woman who cut my hair usually ended up chatting with the other women in the salon, while I sat there awkwardly.

Barbers, on the other hand, are interesting guys with interesting stories to tell. On my visits to the barber shop, I’ve met a retired Army Ranger colonel, a musician who spent 13 years on the road in a jazz band, and a man who is the third generation in his family to take up the profession. Each of them had fascinating stories to share. And I in turn feel at ease to say what’s on my mind. There is conversation about politics, cars, sports, and family. Guys read the newspaper and comment on current events. In between the banter, jokes are told and laughs are had. And everyone is involved: the barbers, the customers getting their haircut, and the customers waiting to get their haircut. Adding to the enjoyment is that a variety of men take part in the conversation; young, old, and middle-aged join in the mix.

I think there’s a good argument that old fashioned barber shop are among America’s last civic forums. Where do people go today just to talk with others in the community? Coffee shops? Every time I go to a coffee shop, people are at their own tables minding their own business. The only other place that I can think of is a bar, but bars are now co-ed instead of being bastions of manliness.

You can get a great shave. Many barbershops still give traditional single-blade razor shaves. You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced the pleasures of a great shave at a barber. This past weekend, I went to a barber here in town to get a shave. I reclined in the plush old school barber chairs that had ash trays in the arm rests, a throw back to a time when people could smoke in public places. Then my shave commenced. The barber first wrapped a hot towel around my face. Next, the barber massaged in a lemon-based cream to clean out my pores.

After that, several more hot towels were applied. By then, I was feeling nice and relaxed, on the verge of falling asleep relaxed. The barber then massaged in some cocoa butter to soften my beard. Next, the barber brushed a warm lather into my beard that smelled like man and not like that crappy artificial goo you buy in a can. The barber then took a piece of razor sharp metal and scraped my beard off for the closest, best shave I’ve ever had. Allowing another man to hold a razor to your neck is a good way to remind yourself that you’re alive.

To finish it all off, I got another hot towel wrapped on my face along with a final face massage with a soothing vanishing cream. When I stepped out of the shop, I felt like a new man, ready to take on the world.

It’s a great activity to do with your father or son. Men need traditions that can help bond them together. Visiting the barbershop with your father or son is a great tradition to begin in your family. Many men have been going to the same barber all their life and have introduced their sons to the same chair and the same barber. What a great way to bond with the men in your life!

You’ll feel manlier. Every time I go to the barber shop I just feel manlier. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps it’s the combination of the smell of hair tonics and the all-man atmosphere. But more so, it’s the awareness of the tradition of barbershops. Barbershops are places of continuity; they don’t change with the shifts in culture. The places and barbers look the same as they did when your dad got his hair cut. It’s a straightforward experience with none of the foofoo accouterments of the modern age. There are no waxings, facials, highlights, or appointments. Just great haircuts and great conversation.

When you walk out of the barber shop with a sharp haircut, you can’t help but feel a bit of manly swagger creep into your step. So next time you spot that familiar red and white striped pole, stop in. You’ll be glad you did.

[thegutlessfoodie]

That South Indian Inspired Thali - Done My wannabe South Indian genes have been screaming for some good ole South Indian soul food. So, I decided to soothe my genes; by making this thali. Clockwise : 1. That Drumstick Sambhar I pressure cooked skinless split pigeon peas in salted water along with asafoetida and turmeric powder. I tempered sunflower oil with mustard seeds, curry leaves, asafoetida & the last of that sambhar powder that @ticklingpalates had given me. I added this tempering to the simmering lentils along with pre-boiled drumsticks, some fresh coriander, tamarind pulp & some more of the sambhar powder and allowed to simmer till it all came together. . 2. Those wholewheat parathas/fried flatbreads . 3. That Evergreen Cauliflower (Recipe to follow) . 4. That Fresh Steamed Basmati Rice . 5. That pickled dalle chilli 😥😥😥😥 (SO foofoo someone call the fire brigade...this is waaaay beyond the scope of the tp from the freezer 🙈😂) (at Pune, India)