#weird Shea stuff

[unironicallycringe]

Randomly filled with "wait there are people who read and like my fic???" realization this morning, so posting to say that I really appreciate you all being here!! Thanks for participating in my lil hobby with me. It actually delights me when new people show up and like all my old TMM posts or ask me questions, even if i take a while to get to them 🥺✨

[featherandferns]

day 1/24 - obx christmas countdown

'I want you to know that I'm never leaving' - Sia, Snowman | angst-fluff | jj x fem!reader | keep track of the obx christmas countdown here!

You stir in the night cocooned in blankets. Groaning, you blink yourself awake and squint at the bedside table's alarm clock. The glaring digital letters read three a.m. With another grunt, you roll over and kick off some of the covers. As your eyes slip shut, your body moves to snuggle into JJ’s like a reflex. You always slept on the left of the small double and him on the right. More times than not, you’d end up with all the covers and him with none, but considering he ran like a boiler engine, it didn’t much bother him. But when your hand reaches out to splay on his warm bareback, you frown and open your eyes at the feel of soft cotton sheets. Weird. 

You shove the rest of the sheets off you with a huff. Kildare was warm enough during the days of December so long as you had a hoodie to hand, but at night, when the sun went to sleep, it cooled off. As you step across the creaking floorboards, you grab JJ’s hooded flannel and tug it on as an extra layer. The old house warns of your coming: aching doors and whining floors. It’s dark as you venture through the halls until there’s a cosy golden glow from the living room. One of the lamps is on. You poke your head into the room to find JJ staring out the window into the thick of the night. 

“Hey,” you broach quietly. He doesn’t jump. He must have heard you coming. 

“Hey,” he replies, just as quiet, not bothering to turn. You make your way over and take a seat by his side on the coach. The sleepiness still lingers in your bones so you rest your head against his arm. 

“How come you’re awake?” you wonder through a yawn. 

“Jus’ thinkin’,” he murmurs. Something about the way he says it tells you it isn’t entirely peaceful thoughts. It feels too early to pry and too late to question. You know JJ as well as any Christmas carol; he’ll tell you when he’s ready. “I hate Christmas, y’know?”

“Does one of the J’s in your name stand for Scrooge?” you try to joke. He chuckles silently, his body shaking softly against your cheek. The skin of his arm smells like shea butter soap and sandalwood. “I didn’t know you hated Christmas.”

“Not as much anymore. Just when I was a kid. Reminded me of all the stuff I didn’t have. I don’t know…Guess it made me angry,” JJ drawls. “I mean, you know that I didn’t have all that much growing up. Dad was never around and never made much effort. It just sort’a ended up being another day. Except…”

“Except it wasn’t?” you offer when his voice trails off. He hums. You nod. 

It’s hard to pass Christmas off as any other day when everything around you is screaming about how it’s so wonderful. The songs, the adverts, the windows, the houses, the movies, the people…All of it. It’s like insisting that you’re not hot whilst staring directly into the sun. 

“And I would just count down the days until it was January again and everyone would just shut the fuck up about it, y’know?”

You hum. He sighs and you glance up to see him hang his head. His blonde hair is shaggy from sleep and dangles in front of his eyes. Sitting up, you reach out a hand and comb it back for him. JJ’s eyes are heavy with tiredness when he looks at you. 

“We don’t gotta do anything for Christmas,” you tell him. Nodding your head towards the hall, at the other bedrooms, you add, ���the others can do whatever they want but we can just do our own thing.”

JJ shakes his head, smiling smally. “You love Christmas.”

“Meh. I love lots of things,” you shrug with a smile and roll of your eyes. It was true, you did love Christmas, but you loved JJ far, far more. If celebrating was going to remind him of bitter days then you were more than happy to sit it out together. But JJ shakes his head again. 

“We don’t gotta skip it,” he tells you. Your brows tug together. He still sounds deflated, losing his usual glow like a crack in the most stunning tree bauble you’ve ever seen. It must be easy to read on your face, the concerned curiosity. Shaking his head, he looks back out the window. He rakes his hands through his hair. “It’s stupid.”

“Maybe. Tell me anyway.”

Laughing quietly, he takes a breath and closes his eyes. “I…I’m scared to celebrate Christmas with you.”

You frown and try your best not to be offended. “Oh?”

“I just…God, how do I fuckin’ use words…" JJ sighs again, aggravated, and rubs at his forehead. Then, he looks down at you. The anxiety in his eyes makes you want to cry. “Christmas didn’t mean anything to me until you showed up. And now that we’re finally a...we...Well, I guess I’m scared to actual enjoy Christmas cause what if it goes back to being just another day?"

You try to follow his words like footprints in snow. Nodding slowly, you think aloud. “So you’re saying, what if you let yourself enjoy it, and then we don’t make it, and you have memories about Christmas that are actually happy?”

Laughing, he smiles, shaking his head, a little disbelieving. “You can always read my Goddamn mind.” But the smile slips away into sadness. Tears rush to his waterline and your heart cracks. You’ve never heard his voice so feeble, so raw, when he admits, “I don’t wanna lose you.”

Your joy at cracking the riddle is short lived. Sitting up onto your knees, you reach for JJ’s hand and take it in yours. You squeeze, hard. “You're not going to lose me. I’m never leaving, a’right? Ever.”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes, likely willing the tears away. “You don’t know that. Everybody leaves eventually."

“Hey,” you say, firmly, forcing his eyes open into yours. Nodding, sincerely, you affirm, “I mean it. I’m never leaving. You’re my home, JJ. All seasons round - not just Christmas.” 

The moment wraps around you like a blizzard. Your smile is shaky, eyes damp, voice thick as you confide in him. “You’re all I have too, JJ. The only thing that matters to me. The only thing that I truly, deeply, love.”

JJ exhales like he’s been holding his breath for a lifetime. His forehead gently bumps yours as he dips it. “What’d I do to get you?”

Smiling, you lift a hand to cup his jaw. On your thumb that rests on his cheek you feel a teardrop. You wipe it away. Nobody else saw this side of JJ. The quiet, tender, vulnerable side. The times that the child that hid inside of him, safe from his father’s reprimanding hand, crawled out into the glow of moonlight. You’d never let that privilege be forgotten. Pressing a kiss against his lips, short and sweet like peppermint candy, you shrug. 

“I think I'm the one that’s got the best gift of all.”

[scurvgirl]

This is so weird but it deals with two of my favorite hobbies so here we go.

I got a cool banter between Taash and Neve today where Taash says their broken horn will actually grow back. That's really cool! Also - the horn then isn't bone! It's keratin based, like fingernails! And I know about fingernails as a nail polish collector (200+ nail polishes y'all). I wanted to take a moment to talk about stuff that might help with the care and love of qunari horns!

Shaping: Glass nail files are really the best tool for shaping nails, much better that the emery boards made of scratchy paper you can get at the drugstore. Given this, I imagine qunari using large glass files to help shape and maintain the shape of their horns, including managing the equivalent of hang-nails. It depends on how fast the horns grow, but the shaping activities would need to be fairly regular, and likely a social activity since from an access point - it would be hard to shape your horns to a nice point when that point is at the back of your head.

Hydration and preventing issues: I think Bull mentioned horn balm in Inquisition at one point, which makes perfect sense if the horns are keratin based! This also makes a lot of sense for the horn-bed, or where the horns come out of the skin. Here are some ingredients that are found in nail oils and balms that might also be useful here: jojoba oil (praise be jojoba oil!), almond oil, sunflower oil, apricot oil, beeswax (for balms), cocoa butter, aloe, shea butter. This would be a daily application process.

Dehydration/damaging conditions: Prolonged water exposure is very damaging to nails (why it is recommended to wear gloves when doing the dishes if you want to improve your nails). The qunari live in tropical climes, where rain is frequent. Application of previously mentioned oils and balms would help retain moisture. I could also see wraps to protect their horns during a rainier season may be very helpful for them! Nails that are frequently damaged from water tend to peel more easily and be weaker, which is REALLY uncomfortable. I can't imagine the discomfort of peeling horns.

Horn Breaks: OW! This must hurt so much based on how much a nail break can hurt. A tip break won't hurt as much as a break closure to the horn-bed, but the reverberation of it will still hurt.

Weight: The horns themselves are likely not that heavy! At least, not as heavy as bone would be.

Adornment: Whether within the Qun or not, it would be really interesting to see qunari use lacquer to paint their horns! It could be part of ceremonies, rituals, or self-expression! Use of ribbons, chains, and other jewels also would be so cool! We see a liiiittle bit of this with Shathan, and I love Taash selecting a crystal horn for themselves as their natural one grows out.

Anyways, I just wanted to gush about two of my favorite hobbies coming together. :)

[asheepinthenight]

Hi! I read your IF for the first time recently and completed the survey so I didn't think I'd necessarily comment here, but then you gave this answer to the transformation ask: "I expect most MCs will transform metaphorically, but depending on your choices, they may get a few magical additions, too! I don't want to spoil too much, so that's all I'll say about it for now!"

May I say I literally squealed? I didn't expect actual physical changes would be a thing, so I just dumped that thought into the "impossible dreams" related to this game. This made me genuinely so happy! My MC is extremely open minded and fascinated by magic, so it's very likely it will go that way in my playthrough's case!

Oh and while I'm at it, since I'm writing already, I may as well ask something! So, I'll start by saying I love Hawk. I love Hawk so much. They may very well be among my favorite ROs in any IF I've read, despite the story clearly being in it's early'ish stages still. Now, thing is... While I feel like my MC has a pretty "easy time" getting close to Shea (strictly platonic feelings), I have noticed that in Hawk's case, the type of MC I have has less... "gentle" interactions with them. I don't mean Hawk seems to dislike my MC or anything (it doesn't appear to be the case) - but basically, my MC is soft and obedient overall, but also very responsible, and tries to manage everything as good as he can, be it cooking, not offending in any circumstances and what not. Basically, he's as non-problematic as possible. And from what I saw when exploring other choice options out of curiosity, I have come to realize most of the time interactions that could be considered closer to "emotional" are rather linked to MCs who are more clumsy and what not. Now, I'm not under the impression the game "favors" any kind of MC or that the relationships use "points" so I'm not worried per se, but I was curious if this will even out later on (as in, if some kind of scenes will be more exclusive to my type of MC), or is it simply that less "independent" MCs have an easier time early on due to Hawk's personality?

I just can't stress enough that I never felt as if my playthrough was lacking or anything! I just noticed more stuff when I read through some "out of character" options (as in, OOC for my MC) out of curiosity! And well, it got ME curious about the structure and the relationship!

I hope the question doesn't come up as too weird - like I said, the story is great as it is anyway!

I like having the surveys as an option for people, just for my own curiosity, so it will be interesting to eventually see how many MCs are hesitant to get involved with magic and how many are like, "Yes, I would like ALL of it, please!"

Those are great questions about the tone of Hawk's interactions with MC—answers are below the cut due to length!

Hawk is still very much at the stage where they think that MC will just be a brief, neutral presence in their life—no need to interact beyond the minimum. Just another being living in their tower, doing their own thing! The only big exception to that so far is MCs who are especially sensitive to their abrasiveness and/or prone to getting themselves into hazardous situations. If MC seems like they can handle Hawk's brusqueness and take care of themself (even if they're just pretending at it), Hawk will leave them to their own devices. But even though Hawk pretends they don't really care about anyone outside their tiny circle of friends (though it would be difficult to even get Hawk to call them "friends"), they very much do. So if MC seems like they're particularly sensitive to Hawk's whole... everything or are in dire need of assistance, Hawk will let their own guard down a little to help them without being too much of a jerk. It won't be too much longer before all MCs start seeing a softer side of them, though. More anxious and clumsy MCs just get an advance preview! MC's personality will flavor their relationship (e.g. MCs who like to banter with Hawk will see Hawk start that banter more often, and MCs who don't tend to banter will often get more sincere responses), but only specific, major choices will ever lock an MC out of a relationship with either RO. (Those choices will be pretty obvious and will probably even get OOC notes in the text to point them out!)

If you're curious about "points" specifically, TE doesn't have romance points, in the traditional sense, that will direct you to or away from either RO. In addition to a few personality variables for MC, there are a number of variables that track how the ROs view MC, but none of these will lock MC out of or into a relationship with either RO. They're specifically for making the ROs' actions feel consistent with how MC interacts with them. For example, there's a stat for each RO for the aforementioned banter as well as stats for things like trust and more traditional "romance" stats like flirting. Although some interactions may feel less romantic/friendly or may not appear depending on specific variables, that doesn't mean the relationship is doomed by any means! It may just be a little slower burn.

So this is a very long answer, but hopefully it helps! I see TE as more an interactive novel than a "game" that's focused on hitting target stats to pass checks. The variables it does have are solely for making the story feel true to who a given MC is and the choices they make.

[fictionalfish]

This is what I think the Hazbin Hotel characters would smell like

idc if this is a weird post i have thoughts, this post includes the Hotel residents + the Vee's as a special treat :3

Charlie: I think she would probably use a really sweet and fruity body wash, like a citrusy thing. I feel like she would be the sort of person to have a really distinct smell that you can smell when she brushes up against you.

Vaggie: Shea or Coconut, I also like to think that Vaggie always has really good breath

(I feel like Charlie and Vaggie would share body wash a lot but when it comes to hair stuff they would have to use different ones cause they have such different textures so that's where the individual scents would come from)

Angel: Artificial strawberry type thing but I think his breath would smell smoke and some form of alcohol, I also read on like one website that PCP has a chemically sorta odor like a permeant marker so probably a bit of that too

Husk: A mix of whiskey and beer and probably other alcohol, also cigarettes smoke and maybe a bit musty like an antique store (I'm sorry Husk ily) but he would also have a hint of Angels artificial strawberry smell cause...boyfriends

Alastor:... Rotting flesh, like you do not want to be near him.

Niffty: Chemicals, she probably uses surface cleaning things as body wash lmao

Pentious: Petrol or something like that

Vox: Leather and car fresheners

Val: Smoke, some sickly sweet smell in a very off putting way, the sickly sweet smell would also rub off on people for a bit if they hang around him too long probably cum or something too

Vel: She probably wears too much, very strong, very expensive perfume

[thornsnvultures]

thanks for the tag @aphrogeneias & @justsheerfilth1 😌💗 I'm basing this on all the weird stuff I've accumulated on my desk lol

tagging anyone who wants in 👍

[workingforitallthetime]

“Oh, gross!” Rutger drops the couch cushion. She’s already found a weird assortment of disgusting stuff inside the half-couch and the battered chairs at the seniors’ house – decaying chicken nuggets, vape cartridges, Canadian coins – but the used condom is the worst. “Frankie, do we need any more?”

Frankie assesses the stack of cushions Rutger’s piled up on the seat of the most stable chair. “It’s probably enough.”

“Thank god.” Rutger shoves the couch cushion back in place, shuddering when she remembers she slept there last night. It’s been fun camping out at the hockey houses for welcome week, but she’s excited to move into her dorm room this weekend.

She perches on top of the cushion pile. Frankie said she’d only do Rutger’s braids if she didn’t have to bend over. That’s worth all the gross discoveries under the cushions. Frankie does good French braids. Rutger usually goes with a ponytail instead of asking Frankie for the favor, but she needs braids for today’s cowgirl look.

Frankie parts Rutger’s hair down the middle and separates out three strands on one side. Rutger tries to figure out which app she can open on her phone with Frankie right behind her. She ends up scrolling slowly through Instagram while Frankie finishes off her first braid.

She’d asked Frankie to be cowgirls with her and Seamus, but Frankie said it wasn’t her thing. Rutger’s not sure what Frankie’s thing actually is. She’s known Frankie since they were kids and Rutger still hasn’t figured it out. Today Frankie’s wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, no theme at all. Boring.

Rutger’s Instagram feed disappears, replaced by a FaceTime photo of her and Cutter at U18 worlds, each of them biting one side of a silver medal. She can’t remember whether the medal was hers or his.

She wishes he wasn’t calling so early. She hasn’t met any of Cutter’s teammates yet, and she doesn’t want to see any of them over FaceTime when she’s halfway braided. It would be rude to ignore him, though. She swipes open the call. “Hi, babe!”

“What’s up?” Cutter’s shirtless and in sunglasses. It looks like he’s in the middle of a crowd of similarly shirtless people at an outdoor party. Rutger can barely hear him over the music.

“Up and at ‘em, yeah?” They must get started early in Boston. Everyone at her house is still getting ready for the day: thumping up and down the stairs looking for parts of their outfits, mixing vodka in jugs in the kitchen, setting up the table for Corners in the main room. She holds the phone so only the side of her face with a completed braid is visible. “Say hi to Frankie!”

“What up, Frank?” As Cutter makes his way through the crowd, bare shoulders in basketball jerseys and bikini tops pass in and out of the frame around him.

“Hey, Cut.” Frankie nods at him and starts Rutger’s second braid, indifferent.

Rutger pulls the phone back in front of her now that it looks like Cutter’s not with anyone in particular. “How’s your day going?”

“Fucking best day ever.” Cutter launches into a detailed explanation of welcome week at BC. Rutger wiggles with impatience on top of her cushion throne. Finally, Frankie snaps a rubber band around her left braid and tells her she’s done.

“Thanks, Frankie!” Rutger picks her cowboy hat up from the couch and pops it on her head. She heads upstairs, looking for a full length mirror so she can show Cutter how cute she looks: the jeans she hacked off into a miniskirt, her cowboy boots. She and Seamus made tops out of bandanas.

At the top of the stairs, she finds Seamus coming out of Moyle’s room. “Shea! Does that room have a mirror?”

“Nope.” She tugs at the knot behind her neck. “Does this look…”

“Say hi to Cutter!” Rutger spins and holds the phone all the way out so Seamus can fit next to her in the frame. It’s not as good as if they had a mirror, but they look super cute together. Rutger was able to get away with one bandana folded into a triangle, tied over her chest with the point downward. Seamus has a lot more to work with in the boobs department so she tied a red bandana and a blue bandana together into sort of a bikini top, knotted around her neck and behind her back.

“Hi, Cut.” Seamus smiles at him. “Good times out there?”

“Fucking awesome.” Cutter pans the phone around him, too quickly for Rutger to see much besides lots of bodies. Is that a mudpit?

Rutger pulls Seamus into the bathroom. The mirror doesn’t go all the way down but it’ll have to do. “We’re cowgirls!”

Cutter tips his sunglasses down so he can see the screen. “You look hot, babe.” Rutger pops her hip out and serves cowgirl duckface.

“I’m out.” Seamus kisses her on the cheek, which looks so cute in the mirror but Seamus ducks out the door before Rutger can capture the pic. She’ll have to get her to do it again later. Meanwhile, she preens for Cutter, tugging at the ends of her bandana to show a little sideboob, just enough to stay tasteful but still look hot if one of his teammates were to pop up over his shoulder.

“Wanna see more of that later.” Cutter leers at her. It’s quieter on his end now, no other people in the frame. He leans back against a brick wall, maybe the side of some BC frat house.

“I’ll figure something out,” Rutger giggles. Another reason she’s looking forward to moving into the dorm. There’s no way she can lock herself into the bathroom at the house long enough for phone sex. She and Seamus can probably work out an arrangement with their dorm room, though. Cutter can wait until the weekend to remember what her tits look like.

A clanging from outside disrupts their conversation. “Pictures!” Rutger recognizes Moyle’s howl. It sounds like she’s beating on a cowbell. 

“Oh, I have to get out there!” Rutger flips the camera around so Cutter can see the full scene in front of her as she clatters down the stairs in her cowboy boots. Her teammates are filling the front porch and milling around the yard, everybody dressed up in their welcome week finest.

Moyle said she didn’t care what the girls wore as long as everybody looked cute and showed some skin. In Moyle’s case, that apparently means black leather hot pants and a matching fetish bra, visible through the cut-open armholes of a sleeveless t-shirt that says Let Me She/Them Tiddies. She’s also wearing fishnets over legs that she’s probably never shaved in her life. Rutger would not wear one single piece of that outfit, even the mirrored aviators or the excellent mullet. It works for Moyle, though.

It looks like the guys made the rest of Rutger’s freshman teammates wear adult diapers, except they ran out of supplies so half of them are just wearing boxers. “Look at Gavin!” Rutger squeals and pans over to Gavin in a Speedo with a USA flag on it. Cutter cackles.

“Rookies on the porch,” Moyle orders, and Rutger’s class starts to coalesce. Seamus links elbows with her and tries to pull her toward the group.

Rutger looks down at Cutter. “I have to go…”

“Call me later?”

“Sure, yeah…” Half her classmates are posing on the porch rail and the other half are lined up behind them, blotting out the light on the porch so Rutger feels like she’s in a cave.

Adam turns around from the center of the back row. “Rutger, get in here,” he bellows, stretching out an arm to let her in between him and TJ. 

“Is that Fantilli?” Cutter’s eyes are narrowing under his sunglasses, Rutger can tell.

“Love you, babe, talk later!” She slides her phone into the back pocket of her skirt as she scurries into the photo. Cutter’s always been weird about Adam. Whenever they played the Steel, he’d hover around while she and Adam caught up on the concourse afterwards, usually with a possessive arm over her shoulder. Nothing that Rutger couldn’t solve by being extra sweet on the bus ride back to Plymouth, just to reassure Cutter that he’s her guy. They were meant to be: Rut and Cut.

“Nice crop top.” She pokes Adam in the ribs under the ragged edge of his Raptors t-shirt, sliced off halfway through the logo. His too-short cutoffs almost match her and Seamus’s homemade denim skirts. Adam’s never satisfied with the bare minimum, like the other guys in their boxers or Frankie in her black sports bra. He’s always going to go the extra mile to be a little more ridiculous, a little more fun, just like Rutger is.

“Yours too.” Adam tugs on one of her braids, not hard enough to interrupt her big cowgirl smile or her perfect cowgirl pose.

She and Adam hit it off immediately, four years ago at CAA camp when he showed up for 80’s bowling night in slitted sunglasses and a hideous pair of neon jams. Rutger was dressed as an aerobics instructor in a leotard and legwarmers. They were the only ones on theme. Adam’s been one of her best friends ever since, and after years of seeing him on the other side of the ice in a Team Canada jersey, this season they finally get to play together. Rutger beams for the phone cameras held up in front of them. This is going to be the best year ever.

[xplrvibes]

Looks like colby has a new play thing👀

I'm gonna be honest, I debated not answering these at all, like I've done in the past with stuff like this.

But I need everyone to read this shit and think about this.

You've got two adult human beings who took a picture together and posted it online. You don't know the one human being AT ALL, and have no idea what her connection is to Colby.

But he put his arm around her for a photo, so now she's been boiled down from a whole ass human being to a "plaything."

Aside from "plaything" being a pretty derogatory way to define someone, the fact that you automatically assume that every person Colby breathes on is someone he's a) fucking and b) breaking the heart of, based on very little evidence, shows that you don't think that much of him, either.

Newsflash: he never promised to save himself for marriage. He is a twenty seven year old, single, good looking man living in LA in 2023. He can fuck if he wants to. He can go on dates if he wants to. He can have friends of opposite genders if he wants to.

Can you all indulge me while I point something out?

Colby spent the entire first half of the year on the shelf with cancer, but since July, there has been ONE (ONE!) girl that he was actually confirmed to have been going on dates with.

ONE.

And DATES. Not girlfriend, not whatever else you wanna throw around - he took her on a few dates and hung out with her here and there. That's it, as far as we know.

Anyone else anyone may think he's had a thing with was all based on the internet taking a tiny little kernel of information (oh, he followed her instagram! oh, he took a picture with her!) and taking the high-speed train to Rumorville with it.

There has been, oh I don't know, ten-ish people that people have freaked out over recently and assumed he was dating for some dumb reason or another.

One of them was Shea, and we're not even going to cover why thats utterly laughable.

One of them was Dana, who he's known and been friends with since the og traphouse days in 2017.

One of them was Kris, cause Kris said she had a crush and it just had to be Colby, cause Colby is a horrible flirt and a frivolous slut, right? Even though it turned out to be that oompa guy and has anyone apologized for going after Colby for that? No? Ok, I'll move on.

One of them was ms singer's friend, simply cause he posted stuff about her on his story.

At least three of them were people he followed recently on instagram - one is a girl rumored to be linked to Jake, one is someone they wound up collabing with, and the other was someone both he and Sam followed after a party (and since Sam is an innocent flower and all of HIS follows are innocent and pure, that should take this girl out of the running here, right? Or should we start talking about Sam's recent follows and activities? Or would that be DISRESPECTFUL TO HIS PRIVACY AND TO HIM AS A HUMAN)

Even if he were dating, hooking up, or fucking all of the above - hell, if he set up a booth on Santa Monica Pier and was dicking down all of LA - why is any of this such a personal offense to some people?

Here's the thing: I get that it's fun to gossip about this stuff. I get it. Sometimes, the speculation and stuff can be fun. But this automatic and almost eager jump to brand this man and any woman he breathes near with a scarlet letter is so...I don't know what the word is, really. Misogynistic? Slut shamey? Puritan?

Weird?

Definitely weird.

[psalacanthea]

did not realize the olive oil I put in my hand cream had gone rancid. I had it stored properly and everything :/ between the rancid olive oil and the shea butter, it just smells like...weird wax. I went pretty heavy on the scent, but it's just drowned out by that smell. evil crayons.

I guess I'll just dump in a bunch of tea tree oil and use it on my feet

it's a whipped cocoa butter, shea butter, olive oil, almond oil, and vitamin e oil. heavy duty stuff. so it'll go fine on the feetsies.

[pancakeke]

throwback to when shea moisture changed the ingredients for the shampoo I used to swear by with no indication that they did so. a bunch of those weird things are dual emollients/thickeners which is weird considering how thin the new version was compared to the old one.

this is from 2018 tho. the product is their "raw shea butter deep moisturizing shampoo". check out the current ingredients lmao

from what I'm seeing online, nothing was done to notify consumers about this formula change either.

the new ingredients are generally rated as "good" for skin by the paula's choice ingredient dictionary but if your skin is picky then you can't trust a brand that likes to quietly change ingredients. not to mention that the overall quality went downhill yet the prices for this stuff increased significantly.

[ashethewitch]

Just redesigned my totally normal self insert dreamworld sona

The backstory is pretty much the same. She was mike’s childhood friend who was willing to let him live in their house when his parents kicked him out but he left not wanting to be a burden. Now that he’s missing shea doing anything she can to find him. Even starting a search party in a local queer community since his parents don’t give a shit and of course, working at dreamworld. The last place he was seen in

Fun facts

• she is a goth. Every trans guy needs a goth bestie, have you even seen Danny phantom? (I only seen like 1 episode of it On a rerun but I’ve seen all the headcanons)

• she is very obsessed with weird stuff like witchcraft and the paranormal, and lets say she had their suspicions about dreamworld.

• she is a fan of my webcomic saving the dead if it wasn’t obvious by the hoodie I’m such a genius at advertising hahaha

• she’s autistic because I totally didn’t based them off me and also very depressed especially after Mike’s disappearance

[bradleighwil]

Path of Vengeance: Chapter 36

1) dead Kevmo is back and wow is he an asshole

2) is what Shea’s working on the origin of the paths that Mari uses in phase 1?! Weird force hyperspace stuff sure sounds like it

3) hell yeah! Get that self-confidence Marda! I’m glad she’s believing herself more, and her using the shorting out lightsaber is super cool, I’m low-key afraid that her self-confidence as the guide of the open hand he’s just gonna plunge her even deeper into the propaganda and indoctrination and zealousness

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 121 - Fretting and Regretting

It's been a few days and Ophelia has had time to process what happened between her and Drew and Moses.

Xander has been great at listening and offering reassurance, but also not allowing herself to feel as though they're trying to abandon her. Deep down, she knows he's right.

Ophelia: I guess it felt so sudden, and like they were ganging up on me… but now that I'm thinking straight, I know they'd never do that. I acted like such a brat, though, I don't think they'll forgive me.

Xander: I've done dumber shit to both of them. Trust me, they will.

Ophelia decides to give Moses a call to apologize… but it goes straight to voicemail.

Ophelia: He always picks up…

Xander: Maybe he's busy with the baby.

Ophelia: Maybe…

She's about to call Drew when she gets a call from Anna Huff of all people. Despite how much she wants to ghost her, she picks up.

Anna: Ophelia, hello!

Ophelia: Hi. What's up?

Anna: I hate to bother you but I have a favor to ask.

Anna: Our church is going on a mission trip to build homes for the needy in Selvadorada.

Ophelia: Isn't that a destination world? People don't actually live there.

Anna: Regardless, we just found out toddlers can't come for liability reasons. Could Jaden stay with your family?

After checking with Xander, Ophelia goes back to her call.

Ophelia: Sure. Jaden's always welcome here.

Anna: Bless you! Are you doing alright? You sound a little down.

Anna is the last person Ophelia wants to talk to about her life, but she isolated her two closest friends.

Ophelia: Oh, it's just some personal stuff I'm going through. I'll be fine.

Anna: Ah. I'll pray for you.

She can tell Anna doesn't mean it in a judgmental way for once.

Ophelia: Thanks. I appreciate it.

She gets the details of the day Jaden will be dropped off and hangs up.

When Xander goes to check on Lulu, Ophelia gives herself a pep talk.

Ophelia: Okay, we let our insecurities get the best of us. Your friends are allowed to pursue what they want, even if it means you're not together all the time anymore. Time to woman up and apologize.

She goes outside to clear her head, only to find-

Ophelia: Drew?

Ophelia: Hey. Look, I know it's been a few days. Moses said you might need some space but I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry about how we handled bringing the topic up. We kind of just sprung it on you.

Drew: Before you joined, playing in Hector's band was just a gig Moses got me, but then you came along and we really made something magical. I've loved every second of being in The Main Squeeze, but there's a lot of other stuff I want to do too, y'know?

Ophelia: Yeah, I get it.

Ophelia: I'm sorry for how I reacted. You're totally allowed to go after what you want. Maybe I need to shake things up too. You guys mean the world to me, and I don't know, I think I took you both wanting to leave the band as wanting to leave… me.

Drew: No way, kid. You're stuck with us for life. Instead of band practice, we can just meet up for coffee and you two can talk about your babies and what color their poop is while I do cool childless shit, like skateboard and say forbidden words.

Ophelia: Sounds like a plan.

As glad as Ophelia is to have made up with Drew, there's still someone she needs to apologize to.

Ophelia: I have to talk to Moses. I tried calling him this morning, but he didn't answer.

Drew: Weird, I couldn't reach him either. Maybe Shea drooled on his phone and it broke.

They arrive at Moses' house, hoping they've caught him at a good time. They can hear wailing all the way down by the front door, so probably not.

Drew: Moses? This a bad time? Ophelia and I-

Moses shouts at them over the screaming baby.

Moses: Thank Watcher, help me!

Ophelia's the first to reach the nursery. Moses is still in his pajamas and looks like he's gotten maybe an hour of sleep in the past 24 hours. She asks Drew to make a pot of coffee while she talks to their friend.

Ophelia: Hard day?

Moses: I'm the worst father ever.

Shea continues to sob in her crib.

Moses: I can't get her to stop crying! I've tried bloody everything! She's not hungry, she's doesn't need a change, she doesn't want to cuddle. She's going to get taken away because I can't do my damn job!

Ophelia: Moses! Breathe!

Ophelia: You're exhausted and you're at your wit's end. I get it. Let me try something while you take a minute to collect yourself.

Moses: O-Okay.

He has so much he wants to tell her but it's hard to have a serious conversation when your baby's screaming her head off.

Ophelia thinks she knows what that cry means. She takes the wailing infant in her arms.

Ophelia: Hello there, sweetie. Let's give this a shot.

She gives Shea a few firm pats on the back, and the cries cease, followed by a big burp.

Shea sighs in relief, and so do the adults in the room.

Ophelia: There we go. I bet all that gas was hurting your tummy, hmm?

Moses has never loved the sound of silence more!

Ophelia: Did all that crying wear you out? I know your papa probably needs a nap too, but let's get you settled in first.

She spins Shea into her pajamas and settles her in her crib to rest.

Moses: You're amazing! Thank you.

Ophelia: I'm level 6 parenting. You pick up on this kind of stuff.

Moses: Listen, I'm sorry about the other day. I was trying to explain and misspoke. You're a great mum. Clearly I can't talk on anyone's parenting since I'm failing at it.

Ophelia: Moses, you're not failing, you're new. You think I knew everything there was to know when Gemma was born? No way. There's still plenty I don't know… Like how to properly react to your bandmates wanting to go different directions in life.

Moses: I shouldn't have just blurted it out at a social setting. We should have had some kind of band meeting or something so you'd be in the right mindset.

Ophelia: I still shouldn't have snapped at you like I did. Can we just put this behind us?

Moses: I'd love that.

Even though all is forgiven, there's one thing they have to acknowledge.

Ophelia: So, the band… it's really over, isn't it?

Moses: Maybe not forever… But I really want to give this a fair shake… Even if it means giving up one of the best things to ever happen to me.

Ophelia tearfully embraces Moses.

Ophelia: We're not allowed to not be in each other's lives, though, okay? Drew promised, you have to too.

Moses: Of course. Don't you start crying, you'll get me crying!

Ophelia pulls away, sniffling.

Ophelia: Okay, no tears. This isn't an end, just a new beginning. Who knows what wacky hijinks I'll get up to!

Moses: I'm sure the Watcher has something amazing planned for you.

Drew has some tacos planned, from the smell of it. Dig in, gang!

And so, on their last official day as a band, Ophelia, Drew and Moses sit down and talk about their futures. Ophelia's not quite sure what hers will look like just yet, but whether they're a band or a group of friends, she knows that wherever life leads her, she won't be alone.

[golbrocklovely]

curious what you think of katelyn being in groupchats talking about colby relationship with shea and other stuff since you always criticized shea for doing the same

...it's just as weird as when shea does it.

i personally am of the belief that no one with a following, or someone's significant/friend, should be in gcs with fans. it's one thing if she was just replying to a nice message and saying "thanks" or whatever. that's fine and not really that weird. but don't talk to fans like you guys are besties.

she also shouldn't have tried to explain herself either. at the end of the day, the fans that hate her are gonna continue to hate her. idk why, but she has gotten under certain fans' skin like a motherfucker and i can't imagine why.

like... yall really letting spongebob personified annoy you like this? couldn't be me lmao

i think katelyn should stay as far away from this fandom as possible. these fans despise her for some reason or another, and she will never win them over. explaining herself does no good, and talking about shea (while funny) isn't gonna win her any brownie points either.

it's disappointing she did it. but i'm also not gonna lose sleep over it.

[limeade-l3sbian]

I'm sorry if this comes off as weird but I have a question regarding shea butter. I know that lots of POC use it for their skin and i wanted to know if i could use it for my thinning hair ? Maybe mixed with another hair-growing oil, but is it safe in your opinion ?

I honestly have no idea tbh. I'm shit at taking care of my hair and just use african hair mayo and the pink stuff. But no don't use shea butter that is for the skin, at least get the ones made for hair. But even then, I don't really know how helpful it will be. I honestly don't know lol.

hopefully someone who does has better advice. sorry i couldn't be more help <3

[screampied]

Why is everyone studying ughhhh🥺👎

i’m glad u liked it so much that u creamed 😙😙

Did you have to word it like that I mean 💀💀 I..I..

I had a weird dream. I have to share it. So I am like just in a towel in our unisex dorm building. And this guy who bullies me is flirting with me. (He looks hot🤤) Not so PG stuff happen🤗🤗

Anyway Vegas do you use detangling spray/ shampoo? Conditioner? Tell me something good that doesn't add extra to my hair problems.

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IDKKKKK. it's not exam season at least for me, i just have like so much assignments 😨😨😨😨

LMAO yes.

oooooooo. that sounds like a fun dream. was it the same guy as ur neighbor? :0

i do !! i’m not at home and i forgot the brand 💀 but i use specific products since my hairs really naturally curly. i guess it depends on ur hair !! i use stuff that have uhhh i think shea or coconut