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mrstsung · 2 years

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Here's some shang x me self ship dynamics.

Technically i hc i initiated the whole relationship officially. But shang showed interest before i did. But again. I made the move,i took a risk.

But shang in the same vein would totally be the type to say we are dating/banging without me knowing. Or even brag about it to his enemies. Tho we really aren't quite an item yet. As he doesn't wanna screw it up with me. Gdi shang.

Also i totally hc shang falls for the "what's updog" and "deez nutz" every, damn, time. And he hates it. Lmao

We both want kids but.....the island?...the kombat?....yeah kinda makes that difficult.

We would totally die for each other. Tho we really don't want to.

We spoil the fuck outta each other and would definitely stand up for each other....viciously.

Im the first to apologize, not gonna sugarcoat that. Shang would after me. But sometimes I'd do it just to not argue with him. Even tho he knows he's wrong. Sometimes he's the type to push buttons. Not because he genuinely means it. But because he loves seeing me riled up,flustered,or throwing hands. Lmao. This binch right here, i swear to elder gods!

Shang tsung is a Wakes up earlier than me type. He drinks his tea,watches the sun rise. And makes me feels comfortable. He tries to let me sleep as much as i can. Again he's a bastard,but a sweet one.

He is definitely the type to approach me first. Meanwhile my anxious ass is dying inside

He is also definitely the one to purpose.

I say i love you first. But when i hear him say it for the first time. Possibly some time after i say it. I would cry. Because shang i see as the type that shows it,not says it very often. But when he says it. HE MEANS IT!

He is definitely prone to hiding his feels AT FIRST,he is so tsundere af about it. Im sorry. But over time. After the ice has broke,and we establish something. Oh he is so fucking clingy. He can and will show me off. He's the tsundere at first but afterwards he's the "i fucking love my wife!" Type guy. And also the "i will kill everyone in this room if you even breathe wrong around her!" Type of guy.

Depending on the situation,we both could be oblivious. More likely me because adhd go "brrrrr" oof.

Shang is a goth nerd. Binch legit has stated he is an inventor and a sorcerer. He's a damn nerd with a goth aesthetic ok?!

I am too but im less nerd then him.

For pda, it depends. He's definitely physical. As for me. Im cuddly. And i can go either eqy verbal or physical. Im game for both. But as long as your tounge isn't down my throat,and eyes dont stare for too long. I don't really care. I don't mind pda. But i definitely am more cool with it than shang. But shang is a show off so he'd be down for pda to spite people,show me off,show his enemies or even minions whos the big dragon boss so to speak,lol. Hell sometimes he's feeling extra lovey dovey or cheeky that day. Who knows with this man?

We both "be gay,do crime" but in different methods.

He's classy,so I'll here a "darling,dear,wife,beloved,maybe even a beautiful" but sometimes I'll hear a "butterfly,blossom,my treasure,maybe a honey(omfg shang tsung saying honey! 👀💖🥺. This is both wholesome but hot too because his low voice in mk11 is unf. Thnx cary hiroyuki tagawa for once again igniting my voice kink. Smfh)

As for me? I say everything and anything. I'd call him a bitch endearingly. But also bro/brah/bruh as well. Lol. Called him bao bao once,he blushed a hundred shades red. Thank the elder gods that nobody was around. He would have yelled at me. Lmfao. XD. (Look im a brat ok?....he loves this tho)

I trust more easier with him than he does me. Buuuuut he stil trusts me pretty high.

His jealousy meter and horni(tm) meter is off the fucking charts. The horni(tm) meter is more due to this binch probably hasn't gotten some in so long he's practically jumping at me the second i wash up on the beach. Lol.

But he wants to keep it cool. So he plays it off as being mysterious,dark,and badass like he usually does. But inside he's just eyeing my ass up n down like the touch starved silver fox/sneky stud he is.

His clingness is lesser than me but still pretty high. It depends on the situation and mood.

Hope this covers some of it. Tried explaining the chart a bit more.

May make more of these.

#mortal kombat #self shipping #self ship #shang tsung #💚heart and soul🐍#shang tsung mortal kombat #mk f/o #antagonist f/o #villain f/o #villain/antagonist f/o #self ship dynamics #ship dynamics

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adh-dean · 3 years

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Fruit but not wine

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“Y’know, I gotta wonder why you never got rid of these,” Dean murmured vaguely in Cas’ direction as he padded out of the bathroom. He was scrubbing at his hair with a tiny washcloth, a pair of boxers slung low around his hips and his bath towel draped around his neck to fall down over his chest.

“Hm.” The angel looked up, and Dean tapped one finger to his chest through the towel.

Cas stood. “What? Why.” he croaked, sounding almost indignant.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, man, I figure, you healed most of my other scars when you dragged my ass up from the pit. Might as well take care of these two big ugly sons of bitches too.”

Cas scowled deeply, opened his mouth, then closed it and fixed Dean with that stare of his that felt tangible. “They’re not-” he started, and then squinted and shifted closer to Dean just slightly. “I thought- I didn’t think you would want them gone.”

“Why not?”

Cas stepped all the way forward now, and Dean froze. The angel raised a hand, hovered it over Dean’s towel and stopped. When Dean made no objection Cas pushed the towel down along the slope of his shoulder. Half of one scar was visible now, a faded, ragged pinkish line that curved up to meet Dean’s breastbone.

Cas’ eyes narrowed, and he brought his left hand from Dean’s shoulder toward his chest for a moment, and then dropped it. His voice dropped to a flat, focused rattle. “Scars can be considered personally and ritually significant in many human cultures, they can be seen as a sign of strength, yours are placed symmetrically which is generally considered a fundamental aesthetic quality, they-“

“Cas,” Dean chuckled, cutting him off. “Look, I don’t know why you’re buttering me up, it’s sweet but you don’t gotta sugarcoat it. They’re just scars.”

“I’m not using any kind of confectionery ingredients, Dean,” Cas intoned. “I just. Wasn’t aware that you would want them gone. I suppose if you preferred it I could try to heal them-“ He reached up with his left hand again, the right finding its mark on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean said “Whoa, wait,” and caught his hand just as his fingers brushed Dean’s skin. Cas froze, eyes wide.

“I wasn’t going to do it now.”

There was a moment of weighted silence. Dean swallowed dryly, realizing how close Cas was. Standing like this they were practically slow dancing. After a moment, he let go of his hand, and Cas reached forward to brush his fingertips along the centerline of the scar.

“They’re-“ he began, and then paused and seemed to search for words before landing on, “A part of you. I wouldn’t have taken them without you explicitly asking. Then I might as well have taken your freckles, or your eyes- well, not your eyes, I suppose taking away your sensory organs would have been a bit more-“ he stopped, suddenly seeming to realize the absurdity of what he was rambling about. “Well. They just seemed like something I shouldn’t interfere with. Something greater than my mission.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Greater than-?” He laughed incredulously. “You were pulling me up from hell, dude.”

“And you were reforming the vessel God gave you.” His voice was low now, and his hand was flat against Dean’s ribcage, thumb tracing the length of his right scar. “Taking creation into your own hands. It’s-“ he hesitated for a moment, his right hand flexing over the handprint on Dean’s shoulder, and then finished in nearly a whisper. “...almost divine.”

Dean stared at Cas, eyebrows travelling toward his hairline and mouth snapping shut. There it was again, that uncertain silence that hung in the ever narrowing space between them. Dean shifted and cast his eyes down toward Cas’ hands. Cas’ gaze floated between Dean’s chest and his eyes, and his fingers twitched against Dean’s ribs.

“Cas-”

"Dinner," Sam chirped, barreling through the door, and Dean might have thought someone had just hit a blood sigil with the speed that Cas vaulted out of his personal space. The sudden absence of his touch was tangible, and the cold air prickled against Dean's scars. He spun to face his brother and swallowed the whiplash as he shrugged his towel back into place.

"Burgers," Sam dropped the bag on the table. "And they didn't have any regular pie so I got you one of those crappy little tiny ones- come on, put some clothes on, dude."

"No such thing as a crappy pie, Sammy," Dean replied, absently rubbing his right palm against his marked shoulder. "And I am, I just got out of the shower."

"You were finishing your shower when I left. What have you been doing, just standing around here half dressed?"

Dean's eyes shifted to Cas for a split second. The angel opened his mouth and then wisely closed it.

Sam's gaze flew between the two of them. "You know what? I don't want to know." He shook his head and headed toward the bathroom. “I swear, if you used all the hot water, Dean...” he murmured, voice fading as he shut the door.

Dean stared after him for a long moment and then turned to Cas, who was making intense eye contact with the bedspread. He sighed before walking over to his own bed.

He sat and flopped backward, letting out a drawn out breath. One hand came up to rest over the smooth, flat curve of his chest. He stared at the ceiling and willed the strange waves of energy ebbing over his body to quiet.

“Dean,” came Cas’ voice from the other bed, and Dean let his head fall to the side, bringing just the edge of Cas into view.

“Hm.”

“If I misinterpreted things I apologize-”

“No,” he interrupted. “No, Cas, it’s fine.” He traced the rough edge of one scar and faintly sighed. “There’s nothing you should have done differently.”

#supernatural #trans dean winchester #destiel #dean winchester #castiel

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miriossunshine · 3 years

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Hello~ Can I request a regular romantic matchup please? If you’re currently open that is. I don’t mind if they’re a villain/hero/student.

I am heterosexual female, around 5’1 with medium dark hair, brown eyes and I wear glasses too. Aesthetics I wear is somewhat like cottagecore or just anything that makes me look soft~

I’m an INFP/ISFP and my Enneagram type is 9. I’d describe myself as quiet and distant, social interactions give me anxiety;; But it’s easy for me to open up to someone if I’m comfortable with them. I’m laid-back and easily humoured so I make a lot of jokes around my friends, but I like to listen to them more than talking; it feels nice to get to know someone more. It’s also difficult for me to get mad, if I do, I get sad instead and probs cry about it… I’m pretty optimistic and it’s easy for me to cheer up when I’m upset, but on times where I get really down, I get quiet because I think too much about it. I guess I’m quite a pacifist too; arguments and confrontations scare me so I always try to avoid conflict. I would never lie though, I just sugarcoat my words sometimes. I also overthink a lot. I often doubt myself or my decisions to the point I invalidate my feelings and think I’m overreacting.

Some of my hobbies and likes include: drawings, playing video games (RPG, visual novels, rhythm games), listening to music (J-pop/J-rock, K-pop, EDM) relaxing, cats, sweets, tea, animated films and stars.

My love languages are quality time (receving & giving) and physical touch (giving). I think I’d be quite affectionate in a relationship, and I think I’d take great interest in the things they like, maybe even try them out myself. Date ideas I like include walking in a park, stargazing and just chilling at home. I don’t exactly have a type but I would like it if they are gentle and patient with me since I can get insecure at times;;

I hope this is okay with you! Take as much time as you need to do this, your health matters more to me. I’m doing this for fun anyway :) Have a good day!

of course, dear! tysm for your request!! you’re so sweet omg i hope you’re taking care of yourself as well!! 💕💕💕💕💕

i ship you with:

𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚!

izuku is the definition of gentle and patient! it hurts his heart to know that you have such insecurities, but he understands. to make you feel better, he reassures you very often and reminds you of how beautiful you are, inside and out. izuku also reminds you that insecurities are normal, and that he has plenty himself too. he literally loves you so so much and he wants you to see yourself the way he sees you (*´w｀*)

(i love him but-)he can be awkward at times, but izuku doesn’t mind taking control during social situations, as long as you’re comfortable, he’ll do it!! ^_^

he is so grateful that you enjoy listening to his rambles about pro heroes omg 😭 he’s worried he’s talking too much, but the fact that you actively ask questions and show genuine interest makes him so happy!!

izuku doesn’t particularly like conflict either! if conflict arises somewhere, be it a villain or something else, izuku gets you away from it safely to avoid stressing you out! he will literally always protect u 😭. there aren’t many arguments between you two, when you have disagreements you maturely discuss them instead of argue!

your dates are so leisurely! he often takes you to a nice secluded area at night where you can picnic and stargaze 😭💕 you guys also have the cutest indoor dates at home watching animated movies like ghibli or disney films, and make blanket forts to watch them in! ^_^

he gets sooo flustered at your physical affection but don’t be fooled, he really loves it!! when you suddenly hold his hand or hug him from behind he turns bright red, but soon relaxes into it. izuku just isn’t used to it at first, but after a while of dating he returns almost more affection than you initially gave him!! (//∇//)

#izuku midoriya matchup #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mod honey #anonymous

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bbysamu · 3 years

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hi! i’d love to request a matchup if you’re not too busy 💖

i’m a 5’2 female with long golden brown hair and light brown eyes. curvy figure. baby face with long eyelashes. (my avi is me if you need more of a reference!) i’m an INFJ if that helps you. i’m quick witted and clever with a very sweet natural disposition. typically patient and slow to anger, but when i am angry, my bite is extremely sharp. i’m a bit too realistic, and i don’t sugarcoat anything. i enjoy sarcastic humor and intelligent conversations. i’d prefer to be with someone who can take my sass and give it back to me, someone who isn’t too sensitive. not clingy, but i’m openly warm and loving in relationships. i just want someone to peacefully coexist with. i’m really passionate about meteorology/storm tracking and i’m a ballerina as well. my ideal first date would depend on how well i know them. if we’re established friends and know each other well, probably getting takeout and watching a movie (i love documentaries and true crime). if we’re still getting to know each other, i have a soft spot for museums and aquariums.

i hope this was enough info for you! thanks so much

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, I am so sorry that you’ve had to wait so long for this. Thank you for your patience and support :) I hope you enjoy this matchup!

thank you for the matchup request my dear. I match you with....

♥ Tsukishima Kei

♥ Your Relationship

In comparison to the other relationships of his teammates, Tsukki’s relationship with you is comparatively mature and very stable as well

the two of you can talk about both everything and nothing, have both deep conversations and also just silly ones as well

While Tsukki isn’t very openly affectionate in public, the two of you are very affectionate in private, trust me when I say he always wants to physically stick next to you in someway

He loves how quick-witted you are, he often cracks up at how good you are at roasting the chaotic duo of Karasuno. You two also love to roast each other

At first Tsukki wasn’t used to how loving you are in private, but he loves it and soon warmed up to it and now he’s just a big cuddly bear

He always always attends your ballerina recitals and is so proud to show you off

You always cheer him on at his volleyball games wearing his jersey

The two of you are 10/10 definitely Yamaguchi’s OTP

♥ Your Date Aesthetic

#ceci.matchups

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winchester11213 · 6 years

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The Babysitter

Part 1

Summary: Dean and the Reader end up watching a 4 year old after a hunt.

Words: 2674

Pairing: Dean x Reader (established)

Warnings: None? Maybe a little fluffy

A/N: I hope this turns out all right. So I’m biting the bullet and posting for the first time. This isn’t my first fic, but I think it’s cute, so I chose it to be my first public post. (Also, not my image; found on google.I really need to learn how to do aesthetic boards...)

A/N 2: I tried to do a “keep reading” thing but it wouldn’t work, so if anyone wants to pop by my ask box and let me know how to do that too, I’d appreciate it)

It was supposed to be a simple salt-and-burn. But you knew things with the Winchesters never ended up being simple. You had dropped Dean off at the cemetery right after sunset and made your way to the unassuming cape cod at the end of the cul-de-sac. Dean had argued with you about going to the house, insisting it wasn’t necessary; he would have the bones burnt to a crisp before the vengeful spirit could rear its ugly mug, but you weren’t so sure.

The two of you had done very little research on this case aside from perusing newspaper articles and interviewing a few witnesses and it didn’t really sit well with you. Honestly, the research aspect of the job wasn’t your forte. You could do it, it just bored you to tears and you preferred not to. The fact that neither of you had done much research was probably the real reason Dean didn’t want you heading to the house alone, but you had to be sure the next couple on the ghost’s radar was safe.

You had promised Dean you’d stay in the car and just keep watch until he called to let you know the fire was roaring, however not five minutes into your stakeout you saw the husband thrown against the window, blood staining his white shirt.

And now here you were, salt-loaded shotgun in hand, trying your best to break down the front door. How did the boys make this look so easy?! Finally, after severely bruising your shoulder, the door jamb gave way and you burst through into the foyer. To your left was the blood covered body of the husband. You rushed over, sliding in the crimson puddles that soaked into the hardwood, and checked for a pulse.

Nothing.

Fuck.

You stood, shotgun at the ready, and snuck through the house looking for the wife. You were sure she should have been screaming by now, but the house was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Your pulse thundered in your ears as the adrenaline coursed through your system. With every turn you made throughout the house you were expecting to come face to face with the spirit. You cleared each room on the first floor and stealthily made your way up the stairs. A small hallway greeted you with two doors at either side. You took the one to your right and as the door swung open, your breath caught in your throat.

It was a kid’s room.

But the spirit you were hunting didn’t come after families, only childless couples. So why—-?

A faint rustling noise from the closet caught your attention. You eased over to the corner of the room and threw the door open, gun aimed high. That’s when you heard the tiny gasp and whimper. You lowered the gun and your gaze went to the little boy, knees curled into his chest, in the corner of the closet. He was maybe four years old, definitely not older than five.

“Hey, buddy,” you cooed, hiding the gun behind you as you crouched down to his level. You extended your hand. “It’s ok. I’m (Y/N). I’m here to help.”

His tear-stained face looked up at you and it broke your heart. “Did you get the bad man?” His tiny voice creaked.

“I’m working on it,” you replied. It was in your own code to never lie or sugarcoat things with kids when shit hit the fan. Children were smart and could handle a lot more than people gave them credit for. They also tended to be more cooperative when they knew they weren’t being bullshitted. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

He slowly reached out and took your hand.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” You lifted him up onto your left hip and held the gun just out of his line of sight in your right hand.

“Owen,” he squeaked out, burying his face in your neck.

“All right, Owen, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

You hustled out of the room and down the steps, making it two feet from the door when it slammed shut. You tucked the shotgun under your arm and grabbed the handle. It wouldn’t budge.

Owen suddenly lifted his head and pointed behind you. “It’s the bad man!”

You spun around and there was your vengeful spirit. His dark, sunken eyes were almost black against his pale skin, a dirty brown suit clung loosely to his frame, and his light hair was matted with what looked like old blood.

Shit. Shit-shit-shit.

Owen smashed his face back into your neck to hide from the sight in front of you. You raised your gun, ready to shoot, when the spirit suddenly burst into flames and dissipated into the night.

You took a deep breath and released it with a sigh. You patted Owen on the back. “It’s ok, buddy. The bad man’s gone now.”

You turned back to the door and it fell off the broken jamb, earning an eye roll. You hated it when the ghosts did that shit. You slowly carried Owen out to the Impala and placed him in the backseat. As soon as you shut the door, your phone rang.

“Hey, sugar,” Dean’s whiskey smooth voice came through the line, “it’s done.”

“Oh, it’s done all right,” you replied.

“What? You had to go in?”

“Yeah.” You ran your hand over your face. “Dude didn’t make it & I can’t find the wife. But...” you looked through the window and waved to the little boy, putting on your best smile. He gave a half-hearted wave back. “I do have a little—uh—surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?” Dean was wary.

“Oh,” you sighed heavily, “you’ll see. I’ll be there to get you in ten.”

“Hey, (Y/N) wait—!” But he was cut off by you hanging up the phone and shoving it in your coat pocket.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Dean whisper-yelled to you in the small entryway of your motel room. His nostrils flared and his eyes bore into yours searching for an answer to his rhetorical question.

By the time you had pulled up to the cemetery, Owen had fallen asleep on the backseat. Dean opened the back door, ready to toss in the duffle and questioning you about his surprise, when he suddenly halted at the sight. He was dumbfounded. You shrugged and offered a lopsided grin, telling him you would discuss it back at the motel as to not disturb your little guest. Now, Owen was hunkered down at the edge of the only bed. Dean had set him up with some Scooby-Doo & a stash of sweets from the motel vending machine. You had made the observation that this particular method of distraction probably wasn’t the best and that’s when Dean escorted you by the elbow to the entryway.

“Well, what was I supposed to fucking do?!” You matched his tone and volume. “Leave the kid at the house to find his old man gutted on the living room floor? I’m not heartless, Dean.”

Dean rubbed his hand over his face in exasperation. “I know! I know!” He huffed. “But now what are we gonna do?”

“We find his mother,” you asserted, hands placed firmly on your hips.

“If she isn’t dead,” Dean hissed through clenched teeth.

You knew it was a strong possibility. After the spirit had painted the living room red he was gone for a decently long time before resurfacing for his attempted attack at you. Owen’s mom could very well be dripping her insides on some public bathroom floor essentially ruining girls’ night forever. “Then we need to hop online, search police reports for anything—fresh—and find her. If not, he has to have next of kin somewhere. He just stays with us until then.”

Dean’s face dropped. “You mean, we babysit?

“Yeah. We babysit.” You walked over to the table, opened up your laptop and sat down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dean eyed you curiously.

“Researching,” you replied, removing your flannel and getting comfortable—well as comfortable as you could in the stiff kitchenette chair. “Like we probably should have done in the first place.”

“I thought you were gonna...” he nodded his head in Owen’s direction.

The laugh that erupted from your mouth was totally fake. “Ha! No. First of all, just because I’m the woman doesn’t mean that it’s my ‘job’.” You air quoted the word. “And secondly, there’s only one computer and I’m a faster reader than you.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Dean was flustered, a slight tingle of pink decorating the apples of his cheeks.

You glanced over at Owen who was giggling away at the cartoon. “Bond. You have the same taste in television.”

Dean rolled his eyes and you smirked back knowing full well that you also loved Scooby.

“Fine, but you owe me,” he replied, leaning to give you a peck on the cheek. “Big time.”

Dean made his way over to Owen and plopped down next to him striking up a conversation about Daphne. You smiled, a small chuckle in your throat, as you watched Dean and the little boy, who politely shared the bag of M&M’s. Even after all the poor kid had been through in the last hour, you could tell that he was a little sweetheart.

And Dean.

After all of his years hunting and having to deal with kids, he still felt like he wouldn’t be a good father. But seeing him with kids, it was like he was in his element. Maybe because his childhood was stolen from him, so it was really easy for him to accept kids as they are, something he had always wanted to be. He opened up the most around kids, even more so than with you. He could be himself around them without fear of judgement, without the need to put on a show or mask how he felt. As much as he hated to admit it, kids brought him joy.

You had pointed this out to him before in passing and he brushed you off, glossing over his feelings and citing how being in “the life” wasn’t the way to raise a kid. He always brushed you off when you mentioned how good he was with kids. Until that one night 5 years ago when the two of you were discussing where your relationship was going.

You had already been together for 3 years, and had teamed up on hunts for years before that, so you knew what you were getting into when you let Dean Winchester carry your heart. You had brought up the idea of starting a family, retiring from hunting. Dean balked at the suggestion, but you could see something more in his eyes, so you pressed on, assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere no matter what his thoughts were on the matter. You just wanted to know if it was ever in the cards. He had taken a few moments to think and gave you a curt “no” as his answer. It would never be in the cards.

Then you stepped over a line. You asked what he was afraid of; that he would end up like his father? That hardened his features; you could still feel his icy glare and sense how his muscles turned steely, and hear the anguish in his voice when he screamed at you. Telling you to just forget ever having a normal life and family if you wanted him. It was a take him or leave him situation. He knew that you being his was already a death sentence for you and that he couldn’t change your mind there, but there was no way he was bringing a kid into this fucked up world just for those demons and monsters to have more leverage against him, for him to have something more to lose.

So you left it there, resigned to the fact that all Dean could ever give you was himself. You loved him and you wanted to be with him forever and a day, so kids was something you were willing to give up for him, even though it tore a small hole in your heart.

You continued to sneak peeks at the two boys as you toiled away at the computer for the next two hours. You had overheard parts of their conversations; Dean masterfully built a rapport and got information out of Owen without him even noticing he was being questioned. He didn’t know much about his mom except her name was Melissa, she had gone on a trip, and she made the best PB&J in the whole wide world.

By 2am, you had found out that Melissa wasn’t dead in an alley anywhere in the United States (or at least not reported yet), but you didn’t have much else to go on. Dean had been trying, unsuccessfully, to get Owen to sleep for the past hour. Every time he tucked him in, Owen had another request: had to pee, glass of water, tell him a story.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Owen whined from under the covers.

“Kid,” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose then dropped his arms to his sides, “you just went to the bathroom five minutes ago.”

Owen’s legs were now bouncing. “But now I have to pooooooop!”

Dean sighed and gestured to the bathroom. Owen’s smile lit up his face as he scampered off. Dean looked over at you, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, trying your best not to laugh in his face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Aw, honey,” you said with mock sympathy, “is a four year old too much for the great Dean Winchester?”

“Gimme demons, wendigos, hell, I’d take on Lucifer himself—again! This? This is ridiculous.”

You actually laughed this time and rose to give Dean a hug. “It’ll be ok. I texted Sam and he’s been helping with the research. Haven’t found his mom yet, but Sam made the connection that the spirit was after cheating couples. All of the couples before tonight had cheated, gotten a divorce, and married their paramour. Owen’s parents were in the process of getting a divorce.”

“Hmm,” Dean mused, “looks like Melissa’s gonna save a shit-ton on legal fees.”

“Truth. Cheating bastard.” You walked over to the kitchenette and began making coffee. “Looks like it’s gonna be a long night for me. Neither Sam nor I have gotten a lead on Melissa yet.”

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and a naked Owen ran from the bathroom, stopping in front of Dean, and bending over to assume the position. “Did I get it? Is my poop all gone.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised so far they almost rocketed off his forehead into space. “Excuse me?”

Owen’s only reply was to reach around, spread his cheeks and give his rear a little shake. You laughed so hard it didn’t even make a noise and your shoulders shook violently as you gasped for air and tried to contain your amusement.

Dean shot his best bitch face at you as he leaned in for the poop check. His head and shoulders wiggled, a quick shudder holding back the disgust. “Clean as a whistle, kiddo,” he grunted out. “Good job. Now go get dressed and get in bed.”

Owen ran back to the bathroom and Dean turned to you as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “You so, SO owe me.”

By the time you sat back down at the laptop with your coffee, Owen was tucked in again and Dean was laying next to him, back propped against the headboard.

“Mr. Dean?” Owen’s tiny voice was thick with exhaustion.

“Hmm?” Dean’s eyes were closed and his head tilted back.

“Are you gonna help me find my mommy?” Owen yawned.

Dean put his arm around Owen and pulled him close. “Buddy, I’ll help you find the lost city of Atlantis if you’ll just—please—go to sleep.”

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emmelfish · 6 years

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Alright team, we’re in this mess together.

So last time on The Only Way is Pleasantview, we found out that Darren had impregnated Brandi with her fifth and sixth bebs around the 20 second mark of entering her trailer (NOT A EUPHEMISM), and they hadn’t even spoken yet, let alone kissed or anything. Any number of things may have happened – they’re that attracted to one another, they both lost their respective spouses to pretty awful deaths as deaths go and that kind of raw grief makes you hella horny, they’re not getting any younger and don’t want to die alone, the LTW of 6 married children fills Brandi with determination, or any and all of the above.

And now they dance in their underwear, which, I’m not gonna lie, is toothachey sweet. I think I like these two.

Beau: Hello. I thought you hated painting.

Dustin: Can you not tell by my face that I do? I need a stupid creativity skill point to get a stupid promotion in my stupid career.

Huh, what on earth is that in their bedroom?

Why, it’s teenage townie royalty Sophie Miguel and Princess of Strangetown Erin Beaker in her gardening gear having a dance-off! I don’t even remember anyone inviting them in. Probably because I was too busy fixing pasties for Brandi’s nekkid bewbs.

Beau: Yippity hoooo, now THIS is what I call a party! Come on Dusty, you know you want to!

Dustin: I don’t want to want to, but I sure do! It goes against every fibre of my being, and yet that smustle is infectious!

Suse has that Worried Broke Eyebrows thing down to a tee, yet she somehow manages to make even that look menacing.

Susie: Hello, Mother. Where have you been? Finding me a new stepfather I hope?

Susie: TELL ME WOMAN! Don’t sugarcoat it! Is he pretty? Rich? It’s Armand DeBateau isn’t it, OH I CAN’T TAKE IT!

Brandi: Armand DeBateau? Yeah in a parallel universe seven years ago maybe, Watcher’s long over that ship.

Brandi: Presenting Queen Susie, as she gracefully glides through the ornate castle arches to greet her grateful subjects!

Darren: And what a beautiful sight she is to behold, some say her face has launched ships and triggered wars!

Susie: ... Yes. Yes.

Skip Jr. on the other hand couldn’t give a shit less about Operation Stepdaddy and proceeds to throw blocks all over the activity table.

Skip Jr: CHAOS! ANARCHY! YAAAAEEEERRRGGHHHH!

(Seriously Bran, are you sure you and Loki Beaker didn’t meet in a club one night and make the beast with two backs in a toilet cubicle? Because I’d wholly rename your twins Atom and Ceres if so. Oh who am I kidding. Loki in a club?)

Susie: YOU! What do you do for a living? How much money do you have? How many days until you become an elder? What are your prospects? Are your intentions with my mother honorable?

I learned something today, and it’s that if Dustin sits on the floor and does his homework in the doorway of the bathroom, Brandi has to hold in her vomit and it never actually comes out.

(Note to self: use this trick on Circe Beaker, the most morning sickness prone sim I’ve ever encountered. Seriously, at one point I thought she’d glitched because every time she sat down she ran to the toilet again.)

Oh they look so happy. They have not yet spoken a single word to one another, but the couple that does autonomous romantic interactions together every three seconds, stays together. Just look at the Burbs!

Beau: You. What do you do for a living? How much mo –

Susie already covered all that, Beau. The answer to said questions was... inconclusive.

Oh hey! Whatcha doing, Suse?

Susie: Being Godzilla. I eatin all th’people.

Sure, that’s normal completely standard dollhouse behavior. Good. Do carry on. *Calls child psychologist*

Darren you’re about five hours late for the bedroom dance-off.

Darren: And I’m furious about it too!

Dustin rolled a want to purchase an mp3 player, and so took Beau out of what had become a somewhat unwholesome environment dominated by Darren walking around in his boxers. However, there were no mp3 players to be found on this particular lot. TRAVESTY

There was townie Komei Tellerman of Extreme Jawdom judging Veronaville’s Cornwall Capp though, so not a totally pointless experience.

Komei: I have a glandular problem. What’s your excuse?

Cornwall: Excuse for what? Existing? I’ve never been sure, really.

More importantly, why the hell is the cash register outdoors?

Beau: Achhh Dustin! This car smells of booze, dashed hopes and crime.

Dustin: Be grateful that I took you anywhere at all – hopefully by now he’s put some pants on. Speaking of which, did you not get the memo about switching into your summer getup?

Beau: ON IT LIKE GIN AND TONIC

Beau: You there! Random fellow kid! That shirt... where did you get it? I must have it, despite it being outside my limited wardrobe boundaries of white, beige and blue.

(Beau’s cassette tape T-shirt to represent his love of music & dance FOR THE WIN)

Benedick: Oh, I must be in a place where nobody knows who I am. Not my choice actually – I’m from Veronaville, and we’re going with the whole Baz Luhrmann aesthetic. Quite frankly I kind of envy the Capps with their sharp suits.

Beau: Wow, I’m sure what you’re talking about is super interesting but DO YOU LIKE TOMATO SOUP?

Benedick: I DO like tomato soup!

Beau: Frieeeeeeend!

Brandi: Lookin’ good Dusty! Hey the family that creates art together stays togeth –

Dustin: Chill out, I am so sick of telling people I just need a creativity point before work and am loathing every minute of this.

Brandi: Son, when you and I open our art gallery together, you do all the economics, ’kay?

Dustin: Mom, did you not hear – *sigh*. Can you at least get him to put some pants on?

Darren: Lovely leaffffffs 🍃

Beau: See, when the truth walks away, everybody stays ’cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay. Our bills at least. But that’s what’s wrong with the universe, right?

Beau: Oh hey Dustin I wasn’t talking about you I was talking about a totally different criminal have a lovely time at work make sure you eat healthy snacks like almonds and dates love you byeeeee

Dustin: Pfft.

Beau: HEY BENNY LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!

Benedick: That’s impressive! I mean I live in the same town as actual fairies, and my family’s mortal enemies are friends with like a clan of vampires or something, NBD... but aw yis!

Benedick: You do you, Beau!

The walk-bys are getting better all the time here. It’s Cassandra Goth’s parallel universe Riverblossom Hills opposite, Sandra Roth, in her speed-racing suit!

Sandra: ... I’ve never experienced summer. It’s new. It’s interesting. It’s different. My polyester is chafing me suddenly.

Oh my good grief autonomous child huggling. I can’t take it. It’s so pure. They’ve known each other for like three minutes. Beau, is it inappropriate to start shipping you off yet?

Beau: Never!

Whatever on Watcher’s green sim earth is going on here, I’m all for it.

Benedick’s face! Protect these boys. PROTECT THEM

Like from supernatural wolves that might savage them.

Hardimos: This house has many children and foliage, my pack will do well here.

Dustin: What the hell is going on here? Why are you still out on the sidewalk after three hours? Why is there a wolf here? Who’s the enthusiastic chick in the nylon suit? Where is our mother?

Beau: Never mind all that, did your creativity point get you a promotion?

Dustin: It did! Bestowed upon me now is the honor of lifting people’s belongings directly from their person.

Meanwhile inside, Skip Jr. is finally getting on the Find a New Stepdad train. And he didn’t even have to do anything, he didn’t ask for attention, Darren simply picked him up autonomously. Hey Daz, you have a hidden Family aspiration token?

Darren: Nope!

Family secondary?

Darren: Possibly? Seemingly you can never remember what you give us.

Enough of the sass mister, I remembered giving Nina Caliente a freaking grilled (Daiya or Violife) cheese secondary didn’t I?

Well you’re great with kids... let’s hope you don’t have a nervous breakdown at the prospect of dealing with baby twins just when you thought you’d be settling down to focus on your art with your firstborn off to college soon.

Darren: Well, I was all set to try to steal Cassandra away and she’s got baby fever so I’ve been preparing myself for my second fatherhood for years. Plus they’re easy aren’t they, they just fall right asleep.

Yes but firstly, Cassie wasn’t already saddled with four. Secondly, I’m not sure you’re remembering early parenthood correctly. Or maybe you are, Dirk’s pretty much the perfect sim all-round, he was probably a dreamy baby.

C’mon Brandi, right all those wrongs you did Beau and get your toddlers all trained up long before their childhood transition! Although frankly, the prospect of a kid with Susie’s personality up on her feet is terrifying.

Susie: It’s okay Mommy, I’d never murder YOU in your sleep. You’re my best friend.

I want still that paternity test because I’m pretty sure that’s what Loki Beaker said to Vidcund Curious before he metaphorically stabbed him in the back by stealing Circe Beaker. Never have those green smileys looked creepier.

Next time, we’ll head to the Dreamers’ pad for a little look at how Darren – thanks to time standing still when you’re not on a lot – essentially woke up with two kids on the way. Imagine that!

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rageagaiinst · 5 months

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— ✿ edits. › annaleigh’s fashion. › Outfits that I could see Annaleigh wearing while working in the office at Kaiba Corp. › part 1 of infinity.

#— ✿ edits.#— ✿ your sugarcoat is just as sweet as i am. › aesthetics.

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espvcio · 5 years

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hey sunshines ! my name’s dallas, i am nineteen, the australian timezone sucks, and i am your resident history geek. i am beyond excited to get to know you all and interact with your characters. please feel free to message me anytime to plot, headcanon, send me pictures of your pets or to tell me about your day :’) now let me tell you a little, or a lot, about jude. there’s more to read under the cut.

► 「 NICK ROBINSON, TWENTY, CISMALE, MUSE 10B 」 hey, have you seen jude malinowski around the streets of mansford lately ? he has been living here for the past twenty years, and during that time people have really gotten to know them as zealous andwitty. rumour has it that they tend to be a bit complacent and cynical, though. i heard they are a store clerk at revolution records. maybe you can find them around the nearby concert venue ! 「 dallas, nineteen, she/her, aest 」

► backstory.

jude malinowski was born and raised in mansford, texas. the malinowskis conformed to the ideas of the stereotypical suburban, nuclear family. they were normal, regular in every sense of the word. jude and his brother are the second generation malinowskis to be locals in mansford. from an outside perspective, others would describe them as quiet yet having a certain homeliness. a family that breathes an air of contentment. his father, dominik malinowski, is a man only to be described as reticent — his father was never a man of many words, was often difficult to please however still had a big heart. he works as a real estate agent in the area of mansford, but also other smaller suburban towns outside of houston. his mother, ruth malinowski, was a stay at home mom for the majority of her sons’ childhood and teenage years. she was, to many, a familiar face around town — having acquiantances everywhere, from childhood friends to people she knew from the primary school bake sales she always actively participated in. his mother was always a social animal, even if her relationships with others were often superficial. his parents always seemed to know their place in society, lingered in their middle class status and did not seek to soar higher than they were meant to. they were always quite content in their current position.

jude’s brother, however, he is an entirely different story. lukas malinowski was the type of man you wished for your son to be. lukas was exactly what you would describe to be the boy next door — a real golden boy, the pride of the family name. often praised for his academic success, he was also part of the student council for most of his high school years, would often be found conversing with the neighbours on his way back to school, would come home with report cards with only straight a’s and would be the type of man who would safely offer you a ride home late at night. if you were to ask jude, he would describe his brother as nothing but a bore; an overachiever who sought nothing but approval, whose superiority complex was through the roof and who never managed to pique his interest. his parents, their opinions were quite different. his parents were quite ecstatic about the personal successes of their son, often providing him with all the tools to grasp many opportunities he was granted with both hands. he was to become a man with more concrete goals. excelling in the field of biology, mathematics and chemistry, he wished to go into medicine. lukas had big dreams, and the family had big expectations. they felt nothing but pride at one of their sons striving to have more than they had, do more than they had ever done. someone who reached for a societal status higher than their current one, who would marry a nice lady, live in a nice house, have nice children and grow old.

now, these were expectations that lukas malinowski was able to live up to, with his abilities and his aspirations. jude, however ? he is a completely different story. experiencing difficulties with school from a very early age, he never set goals for himself that were even remotely similar to lukas’. academic success was out of the question. he struggled in many of his classes, was always visibly distracted, too. he was discouraged by his own inability as well as unwillingness to learn. in school, jude was always a bit cynical, a bit of a class clown type. he would often get in trouble for the littlest things, whether that was his sharp mouth or skipping a class in favour of going downtown to spit through the new releases at revolution records. jude was more of a rebel without a cause — maybe calling him a real rebel would be misusing the word, as he was quite mild in his rebellion, however he was always pushin the boundaries and breaking rules. although slightly.

being compared to his brother, there was not a battle he could win. he always felt overshadowed by his brother, who seemed to be the family’s first priority. perhaps it had to do with him being both the oldest and the most traditionally successful. albeit his parents never truly painting jude in a negative light, he always felt somewhat like the black sheep — a secondary part of the family, a minor part. it was debatable whether jude would ever be able to surpass his brother. but then again, neither did he really wish to.

► personality.

the boy being overshadowed by his brother could have led to a fight for the approval of his parents, however it never did. rather than seeking success he knew he would and could not achieve, he sought validation in the simpler things in life. you could say that jude is quite complacent, and finds himself easily pleased with his own achievements for the exact reason that there is nothing more to drive him. validation was something he sought in goals that were more attainable, more attainable for him at the very least. this could be in the very simple form of attempting to bring a smile to someone’s face. playing the role of class clown.

not that approval truly gave him that much satisfaction — approval, of anyone, had never been something he attached a lot of value to. if he were to look for that rush of contentment, jude resorted to other forms that granted more immediate satisfaction; that being the recreational use of drugs like marijuana or casual sex. even the thrill of small adventures would be one of many ways in which he were easily pleased.

another thing about jude is that although his interests are quite narrow, he does find himself particularly passionate about those exact things. in his case, the big love of his life is music. music is something that he does wish to succeed in, although it isn’t something that would necessarily earn him his parents’ approval. he wishes to succeed in music on his very own terms. it is something he connects with on a higher level than anything else, and whether the success he achieves is selling out stadiums or having a gig in a small venue in downtown houston is not relevant. all he knows is that he wishes to do something with this passion he has, because it would be the only thing that would not drive him crazy in time. the only thing he would be able to pursue without getting tired, slipping down the black hole of dull everyday life, in which days go by without having something to appreciate.

he has learned to appreciate the littlest things in life, and to keep appreciating the details. sometimes he might lose track of the bigger picture by focusing on merely a small part, but then again, it is debatable whether in jude’s life there truly is a bigger picture. to him, everything is short, quick; as if things will change in a heartbeat. there is no such thing as a ten year plan for the future.

the kind of philosophy jude lives by in life is short and sweet — find something that makes you happy. right here, right now. in this case, and for him, that is creating music. he does not follow the example of his brother. he does not reach for the stars, something that would make him lose sight of what he loved so much about music in the first place.

jude also has quite a sharp mouth. he is honest in a manner that it is almost painful — he never tries to sugarcoat the truth. he does not feel as if a nicer wording of the harsh truth would be beneficial. to him, the truth is more valuable. in the case of coming to jude for advice, he would never be particularly careful in sharing his opinion. he will often disregard outside factors, such as the opinions of others or the expectations of society. in jude’s mind, the main focus is on one thing and that is ultimate happiness. the seemingly smarter choice does not always achieve that.

all in all, it is easy to say that jude is addicted to the feeling of contentment. of feeling at peace. what he seeks most is life being easy, for his reality to remain tangible. he never wishes for his future to be something abstract, for his relationships to complicate themselves more than they have to. jude wishes to live a life that is low maintenance. simple. nothing out of the ordinary. just the life he wishes to live.

► aesthetic.

denim jackets, messy undone hair, music that is loud enough to block out your thoughts, riding a bicycle instead of driving a car, oversized sweaters, spending the evening in, to wallow in the presence of close friends, epic guitar riffs, late nights, the cynicism of rock song lyrics, messy bed sheets, walls covered in posters, a large vinyl collection, black dr martens boots, mosh pits, being covered in inexplicable bruises.

► factual information.

jude made the very conscious decision not to go to college. he did not know what further education he wanted to pursue, neither did he really think higher education was meant for him. although he is unsure what he wants to do for the rest of his life exactly, perhaps wishing to break through in music, he settled for a job at revolution records. it was one of his favourite places around town growing up, hence why it is one of the only places he is able to spend his time. and getting a bit of money for it, too.

despite not going to college, jude did move out of the malinowski family home upon graduating high school. somewhat of a graduation present, perhaps. he lives in the outskirts of the town in one of the more affordable places with perhaps one or two roommates.

jude knows how to play various instruments. he taught himself how to play the guitar first, something he mastered when he was around twelve years old. ever since he has tried to expand his knowledge, attempted to get the hang of various other instruments. he knows how to play the bass, joshua bennett is teaching him how to play a bit of the drums. in his spare time, he even attempts to learn to get the hang of playing the piano. jude also sings, finding that his voice is just another powerful mechanism to share a message. his voice is quite deep, a little rough around the edges. i imagine it a bit similar to eddie vedder from pearl jam. like, not exactly like him but it is very much that vibe !

his birthday is on april 4th, which makes him an aries. his full name is jude alexander malinowski. nd idk probably more that i’ll add later.

► wanted connections.

roommates. i would love to see one or two people he lives together with. these could be friends of his, these could be off campus college students, it could be a complete stranger. whatever dynamic could be very fun !

childhood friend. someone he grew up with, perhaps a neighbour of the malinowski’s. someone that has known him from square one and perhaps someone he just cannot envision his life without.

casual fling. someone’s company he often seeks. not because there is any emotional connection, but because he seeks physical closeness.

enemy. i’d love to see someone who knows how to push all the wrong buttons. usually jude is quick to cut someone out of his life when they get on his bad side, but i would love a scenario in which it seems impossible to avoid this person !

ride or die. someone he is inexplicably comfortable around, the one person he always calls if he were wanting to go on a somewhat impulsive adventure. there is this unspoken agreement that they will always have each other’s back.

one sided crush. a plot where jude is the subject of their affection, although he is quite unaware. although the love might not be returned from him, it could be a really cute and soft plot.

former friends. a plot where they used to consider each other close friends however a sudden change of events caused them to have a huge falling out. ever since their relationship is tense and neither seems to be willing to deal with it.

share a secret. your muse and jude that, regardless of their dynamic, share a secret. whether that is a bad decision they made together, or a very personal detail they told each other. they simply do not trust each other with this information and know that it would ruin their reputation if it were ever to come out.

other connections. confidants, sworn enemies, childhood crush, family friends, exes on good terms, neighbours, drunk friends, wing(wo)man, enemies to friends, love / hate, mentor, rivalry, good influence, bad influence, anything else that you can think of !

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sweetsuccesssociety · 7 years

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The Down & Dirty Deal on Botox, Painful Beauty, and Confidence

Staying with our theme of kick-ass confidence, let’s cross a whole ‘nother line and talk frankly about a subject that’s a little taboo: Botox, injectables, and beauty that hurts like a bitch. I’m not one to sugarcoat things, so I’m pretty open about my love for a little medi-spa help here and there, but I’ve found that I get a lot of backlash because of the business that I run. For some reason, people tend to think that because I preach self love, empowerment, and success that it’s hypocritical of me to care so much about the way that my face looks that I’m willing to stick a needle in it. Let me just say this: if you start from a place of loving yourself fully, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with doing things that add to your self confidence and help bring out an even sassier, sexier feeling version of that wonderful self.

Beauty enhancements, whether they be in the form of makeup, skin care, or yes – even shoving needles into your skin – are not about fixing yourself or changing who you are. It’s the same way that Beyonce struts around in insane outfits on the regular – it’s about taking that amazing inner confidence that you already have and shooting it through the goddamn roof. If you already love yourself, why not add a little extra sparkle? On the flip side, there’s also nothing wrong with aging naturally, going makeup free, or just really not being that into beauty. The point is: do what makes you feel ready to take on the world, whatever that is.

For me, that’s a lot of things. I’m actually not super into makeup – my usual routine is a good face oil, natural zinc based sunscreen, a cheek stain, Bare Minerals foundation, a good mascara, and a tough as nails long lasting lip stain. I spend approximately 6 minutes getting ready in the morning (I wash my hair once a week, sue me) and throughout my day I’m working from home, hustling to meetings, riding horses, hitting a quick workout class, and trying to make it to drinks or dinner after, so I both need something that holds up and is incredibly low maintenance. That’s honestly where my obsession with medical beauty procedures really came from: I figured that the better my skin looked with nothing on, the more low maintenance my beauty routine could be!

Spot on. After deciding to make the jump from skin care products to serious syringes and other things that look a lot like torture devices, my skin looked so killer sans makeup that my confidence shot through the roof. I started wanting to go to the grocery store more just to walk around. I also started to say ‘yes’ to more last minute social plans, feeling like even if I was coming straight from the gym or the stables that I could wash my face and still feel glowy. Don’t get me wrong – I loved my face just the way it was. However, I am a fair skinned (similar to the Twilight vampires when I wear highlighter), freckled little thing who spends an insane amount of time in the sun and my skin is very prone to hyperpigmentation (particularly in the form of a melasma mustache, which is quite fetching) and loads of tiny little lines. I’m not ashamed of these things, but I enjoy it more when they’re not there.

Deciding to mess around with something a little more serious, and more permanent, when it comes to beauty was a daunting task. I spent hours researching and finding the best technicians and products before committing. I finally settled on two main things to address: getting rid of my hyperpigmentation, and mellowing out the herd of laugh lines that had formed around my eyes. I ended up following a woman on Instagram who did beautiful work and after messaging with her and finding out that she was in my area, I decided to take the plunge. The technician I chose ended up being not only talented and safe, but just a lovely human, and put me right at ease. She practices on her self and she is gorgeous, which didn’t hurt, plus she shared every one of my sentiments about beauty being a source of empowerment for women and an outward expression of inner confidence. Totally my kind of girl. She suggested a micro-needling session with a concentrated hyperpigmentation lightening solution, followed by a small amount of Botox around my eyes and between my eyebrows, and Voluma (a long lasting filler) in my cheeks to ‘lift up’ my face. I’m not going to lie you guys; the micro-needling was outrageously painful even with numbing cream. But I’d do it a hundred more times. After the procedure, I swear my pigmentation decreased by half, and my skin has honestly never looked better in my life. I could not be more happy.

Check out the before and afters:

(including some no makeup comparisons, a selfie where I think I’m looking seductive but I really just look confused, and a professional photo taken three weeks post treatment where I’m not joking – I only have on mascara, eyebrow powder, and lipstick – and good lighting…the glow is that good)

Before (obviously!) – Besides the fact that I had gross gym hair and zero makeup, here is my before photo for the world to see. As you can see, lot’s of sun damage despite my obsessive use of sunscreen and lines from my constant laughing at myself.

After! This is about a week and a half after. The micro-needling and botox took about one more week to fully kick in, but the results were pretty amazing at this point. Once again, sweaty gym hair. Sorry (but not really).

I was feelin’ myself pretty hard three to four weeks post treatment. These photos I had minimal makeup and zero retouching, and I felt AMAZING.

There was nothing wrong with how I looked before, but I feel like my skin is now a better picture of how I feel on the inside. It looks youthful, glowing, and radiant…which is how I feel in my soul! Confidence comes in many forms, and there are a million ways to express it. For me, feeling like the best possible version of myself is huge. Also, with my crazy busy schedule and running around all day everyday, this once or twice a year kind of beauty routine really works for me.

What do you guys think about Botox, injectables, and other minor cosmetic procedures? I know it’s a heated topic and I want to hear your opinions! Also, if you’re interested in trying this out and you’re in Southern California, I highly recommend Drea Hull-Heppner. She hosts private beauty parties as well as just opened Bloom Aesthetics in San Diego (find them on Facebook here ) – Drea is not only a wizard with facials, fillers, and Botox, but she’s also an awesome entrepreneur, a badass working mom of two, and has built her own success story. You’ll definitely love your face after seeing her, but you’ll also want to pick her brain about starting a business, creating a success mindset, and getting empowered.

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rageagaiinst · 6 months

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— ✿ tag dump. › ANNALEIGH LANCASTER.

These are going to be under a read more, because this got very long.

— ✿ putting my defenses up 'cause i don't wanna fall in love. › default modern verse.

— ✿ i can see right through all your empty lies i won't stay long in this world so wrong. › default yugioh verse.

— ✿ my demons are on the hunt but my angels taught me how to run. › default naruto verse.

— ✿ you've always been right there for me. › ohshc verse.

— ✿ 'Cause now there's a new life to behold and its the biggest part of my life to unfold. › new mom verse.

— ✿ papa don't preach i'm in trouble deep. › pregnancy verse.

— ✿ look what you did suck on your lies until your eyes turn red. › gang days verse.

— ✿ you're on your own kid you always have been. › teenager verse.

— ✿ she’s got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories. › supernatural verse.

— ✿ i've been waiting for someone to come all alone in darkness waiting for more. › noragami verse.

— ✿ my scars remind me that the past is real i tear my heart open just to feel. › tvd verse.

— ✿ remember me i'm everything you can't control. › ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ who said i can't wear my converse with my dress. › charmed verse.

— ✿ annaleigh lancaster. › in character.

— ✿ is this what you'd all prefer would you like me better if i was still her. › appearance.

— ✿ you're not alone here not at all let me belong here break my fall. › headcanons.

— ✿ your sugarcoat is just as sweet as i am. › aesthetics.

— ✿ i let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty and with every touch you fixed them. › annaleigh & saeyoung. diverse-hearts.

#— ✿ tag dump.#— ✿ putting my defenses up 'cause i don't wanna fall in love. › default modern verse.#— ✿ i can see right through all your empty lies i won't stay long in this world so wrong. › default yugioh verse.#— ✿ my demons are on the hunt but my angels taught me how to run. › default naruto verse.#— ✿ you've always been right there for me. › ohshc verse.#— ✿ 'Cause now there's a new life to behold and its the biggest part of my life to unfold. › new mom verse.#— ✿ papa don't preach i'm in trouble deep. › pregnancy verse.#— ✿ look what you did suck on your lies until your eyes turn red. › gang days verse.#— ✿ you're on your own kid you always have been. › teenager verse.#— ✿ she’s got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories. › supernatural verse.#— ✿ i've been waiting for someone to come all alone in darkness waiting for more. › noragami verse.#— ✿ my scars remind me that the past is real i tear my heart open just to feel. › tvd verse.#— ✿ remember me i'm everything you can't control. › ancient egypt verse.#— ✿ who said i can't wear my converse with my dress. › charmed verse.#— ✿ annaleigh lancaster. › in character.#— ✿ is this what you'd all prefer would you like me better if i was still her. › appearance.#— ✿ you're not alone here not at all let me belong here break my fall. › headcanons.#— ✿ your sugarcoat is just as sweet as i am. › aesthetics.#— ✿ i let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty and with every touch you fixed them. › annaleigh & saeyoung. diverse-hearts.

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