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gimmeurtmi · 3 months

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I have a soft ask:

I've gotten into crocheting recently and have begun making baby clothes for my pregnant coworker. How would SKZ react to their pregnant partner making baby clothes or knitting baby blankets?

channie would be the biggest hands on nester ever. so if you were doing all this as part of your nesting process he’s sit beside you and try and learn and ask you questions about granny squares and double eyes half eyes whatever those things are djdj and he’d be entirely into it nodding with his serious 🤨 face as you knit away. would always bring the wool and pins (is that the name??) to you when you ask to the point you just need to show your grabby hands and he’s bringing the stuff over. would kiss your cheek and look so so so proud daddy whenever you show him your finished creations with a “they’re gonna look so cute in this!!”

my minmin. he wouldn’t get where this new thing has come from but would just go with it. he’d hold the wool and untangle it without you noticing. he’d bring a spare set of needles in his bag if he notices you don’t always bring them with you and you want to crochet on a long drive or something. he’d yell at you when you’re counting loops to confuse you but then softly tell you how many you’ve done because you said it out loud three minutes ago and he remembered <3

changbin is the biggest softie of them all, we of course know this. he’d see a teeny tiny itsy bitsy little crochet sock and start screaming like he just saw the face of god. would not stop giving you more requests (wants them mostly pink) and more suggestions and would just yell “bUT WHAT ABOUT MATCHING HATS???” whenever you say you’ve moved on to a different project. would buy a little bag for all your things and tie a cute pink ribbon on it so you get inspired to make more pink things. would also ask if you can make him something but you have to tell him a blanket for a full grown man will take too long and he starts whining so much you decide you’re gonna make him mittens instead

hyunjin would 100% join you!!! he’d buy his own wool and needles to work on them together with you. he might give up after a while if it gets too hard for him but since you want to make a blankie for baby he’s gonna make some squares to help!! would find inspo pics and send them to you with a little “👀” attached and they’re almost always of cute babies modelling as well and he goes on a rant about how your baby will be the best baby ever. gets emotional each and every time.

hannie would absolutely die die die from the cuteness overload. he’d see a completed little woolly hat you made and take a million pictures of it and smile so big his jeekies get squished up!!!!! would give you a baby doll (or quokka) to use as a model on your finished creations. literally biggest cheerleader!!! loves the idea that you can make a stuffed animal as well and you try making them a few times but you don’t love how they came out. still, ji keeps them around the studio and names them all

felix would take you shopping to find new threads and new colours!! since he’s already started buying baby toys (they’re all blue and bright) he wants to make sure the colours match the whole theme he has going on so he’d take you shopping for some that you like. would def also buy you any books with layouts (is that what it’s called?) that you need or would just literally buy anything you need to support this new hobby. would call you over to sit on his lap while he’s gaming and you’re crocheting :’)))) take great pride in anything you make and kisses your cheeks when the hormones get to you and you start crying about missing a loop

seungmin would laugh at you for real. like “look you aren’t even a mama yet and already you’re worse than my grandma” but then when he notices you actually really like it and it calms you down he’ll just push the material towards you whenever he sees it laying around and would wait for you to pick it up and get back into working on the blanket before giving you his cute little puppy grin. if anyone else makes the grandma comment he’ll bark at them and tell them you’re making the best blanket this baby will ever own in their lives. would send you crocheting memes now that he doesn’t always get but you like them and his algorithm always knows what you’re thinking about somehow

jeongin would also not really get what you’re doing at first like? shouldn’t you be worrying about things or something but instead you’re knitting away all cute and snuggled while you’re at it. once he sees the first little pair of socks or hat he falls in love and is totally totally on board. will subtly show you his new beanie he bought and will mumble out “for inspo” because he wants him and baby to match and you’re already making something so you know… help innie and babie match :((( would also send you inspo pics but they all feature a stylish dad with the baby and designer clothes and he now demands you make them for baby AND him

#ask #anon #all.works #skz x reader #skz ot8 #skz.hcs #skz ot8 x reader #ot8 x reader #soft thoughts #dad!skz #side note: i am changbin

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theshyspy · 1 year

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you learn to crochet (headcanon) - h. s

a/n: is this inspired by my own inability to crochet?? yes and I’m suffering from it.

I cooked this together in an hour and had a lot of fun so lmk if you’d like more of these🫶🏻

reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated (even a thumbs up)! 🦋

You refused to tell him what you were making as you came home with yarn and crochet-needles.

He’d told you a few days earlier how he needed a new beanie, and you took the task upon yourself to make him a new one. You’d carefully chosen a colour you knew he’d like and a material that wouldn’t itch.

You never showed him what you were making, always quick to hide it if he came home from the studio early or pause the youtube tutorial if he walked in the room while you watched it.

He almost begged for some sort of clue, impatient to see what you were doing.

But when you actually were done with it…

Glancing at the finished product, you contemplated on whether you could actually give it to him or not. It was obvious that you’d never crochet before, the whole thing oddly shaped and uneven. You actually felt embarrassed at the thought of showing it to him, or anyone for that matter.

But he was so eager, always asking you how it was going and if you needed him to get you more yarn.

So you figured you could give it to him and have it rest nicely in a drawer somewhere.

“Okay, so you don’t have to wear it. But I remember you said you wanted a new one, so I made… this. I don’t know if it even counts as what I was trying to make.” You chuckled nervously as you gave him the small gift.

He was so quick to open it, a grin spreading over his face as he ripped the paper away. He immediately put it on, and you had to stop yourself from cringing at how bad it looked.

“It looks weird, so you should probably still go out and get a new one.”

“Are you kidding me? I love it! I can’t believe you actually took the time to do this for me, that- I love you so much.”

He was so soft for you, heart swelling at the thought of your dedication to make it for him. He adored it and just wanted to wear it all the time, tell everyone how you made it for him.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead before wrapping his arms around your frame. “I really do love it, thank you so much.”

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lskisms · 9 months

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pairing leon kennedy / fem!reader genre smut warnings feminine terms for reader, piv, smut with a little bit of plot, nothing crazy

note minors do not interact. if i see any ageless blogs or minors interacting with this, i will block you.

you knew what you were getting into when you started seeing leon; it had been one of the first things he'd talked to you about. he didn't disclose a lot of details about his job, just that it required him to be on the move a lot, often for long stretches of time, and it would be difficult to reach him when he was away. you'd told him that you could manage, the two of you would make it work because that's what relationships are: compromise.

and you had made it work for a while, a year and a half in fact. when leon was home, it was great and when he was away, you worried, but your man was strong. despite how busy he was while he was gone, he still made efforts to call when he could, asking you about your day and what you'd been occupying yourself with in his absence; you'd made a habit of picking up random hobbies to surprise him like baking, crochet, photography.

but things have started to wane; leon has been gone more often, you've been left alone in your apartment more often than not over the last few months, and you love him but how much longer can you realistically compromise before it becomes too much?

when you'd voiced this, it had resulted in a pretty explosive argument and leon had left just like that. he left without saying goodbye, without a kiss, without an apology. he'd given you nothing and for the next two weeks, you worried that this was over, that he'd come back and tell you that he thought it was better that you break up and that you needed to pack your things and move out.

that's not what he's done though. when he walked in the door an hour ago, you'd been pacing in your shared bedroom, debating for the fourteenth night in a row if you should just pack your shit and be gone before he got back; you'd been almost certain that would be his decision.

but he'd stepped into the bedroom, dropped his rucksack, and captured your face in his hands, kissing you without even a hello. there was no prelude, no words exchanged; there was just his lips on yours and his rough hands on your cheeks and suddenly the mattress under your back.

now, you're reclined against the pillows with leon situated between them. his hands capture yours, pressing them into the pillowtop, your fingers intertwined, as he keeps an even, slow pace. two weeks and you forgot just how good his cock fills you, hits all the right places because he knows you better than you know yourself.

"i'm sorry," he says against your throat, breath hot at your jugular. "spent that whole mission beating myself up about what i said to you. i worried i'd come back and you'd be gone."

"i'd never leave," you stutter out, arching your back at a particularly well aimed thrust. "i thought about it, but only because i worried you'd come back and tell me to get out."

he pulls his head from your neck and looks down at you, eyebrows knit together. even though he's fucking you so good, his eyes are still sad and your heart bleeds.

"i'd never tell you to leave," he whispers, breaking off the last word when you squeeze around him and he hisses in pleasure. "never. i'll prove it to you, pretty girl."

and prove it he does.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #.drabble #.leon #.residentevil #this is a lot longer than i intended it to be #... my bad

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the---hermit · 1 year

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My reading routine

I have mentioned in a past post on reading tips that ever since I started following a reading routine my reading experience got so much better. I am sure that many people do not need a reading routine, but you might be more like me and benefit from setting habits. I thought it might be interesting to write a bit about what has been my reading routine for the past year or so, since I belive I have followed this routine for a little over a year now.

My reading routine started with a very spefic goal of mine, that turned into one of the bast habits I practiced daily. I wanted to start reading first thing in the morning, instead of spending time in front of my phone. Digital screens and lights are awful for my eyes, and I wanted to get my brain energized in the morning without buring my eyes at 6am. Here's how this whole thing started, I do not eat right away after waking up, so what I have been doing for a little over a year in the morning is to get up, make myself a cup of tea and sit under a blanket drinking my tea while reading a book. I have had so many benefits from implementing this habit, reading in the morning is a great way to slowly activate my brain after waking up, it makes me feel cozy, and as I said it prevents me spanding my first hours in front of a digital screens. It's also a great motivation to get out of bed, because I am excited to continue whatever story I am reading about. I try to read from half an hour to full hour each morning. It varies a lot from day to day, but in general I always get a lot of reading done.

The second chunck of time in which I like to read is on my lunch break. No matter what I have to do, whether I am working or studying in the afternoon, I like to take a bit of time after lunch to sit comfortably and read. Even before having a reading routine, on my first year of university I remember sitting in the university halls near the biggest windows to read a bit after I had my lunch, while I waited for my classes. It's not usually the most productive time, because eating doesn't alwasy make me feel super energizied right away, but it's a really relaxing thing to do. I slowly read for a while, and if I am reading any non-fiction that isn't meant for class it's usually the time of day I do it. I now rarely have lunch on my own, but when I do I often have my book open as I read, mostly because it makes me a little slower while eating, which is something I should learn how to do without external help, but I am far from it.

Lastly the final reading moment I try to have every day is right before bed. Again I want to avoid digital screens before sleeping, so I try to read for at least half an hour. This is by far the least productive moment for reading, and when I can I try to read graphic novels that don't require too much focus.

Aside from this base routine I have other potential reading moments during the day depending on what I am doing:

I like to read when I commute on the bus, even on my shorter rides (the shorter rides I travel on are about 20 minutes long, the longer are around one hour and a half). I used to get car sick, but I have commuted so much on the same streets that I am almost immune to those, so reading is a great past time. If I am particularly tired an audiobook is a great option in those moments.

I have fully merged the habits of listening to audiobooks while going on walks on my own, it's a lovely combo, especially if I am walking in nature. When I was studying from home it was my favourite way to take a break from school work in the mornings.

Other activities like baking/cooking, drawing and crocheting are also often accompanied by audiobooks, I love pairing these things together. And another activity I have often found myself doing while listening to audiobooks have been sudoku puzzles, for some reason the two things work amazingly for my brain. (Additionally doing puzzles is also a great activity to combine an audiobook with, and lately I have been playing a lot of simple logic games while listening to books).

When I am studying at home and my father cooks lunch so I don't have to think about that I like to finish studying around half or three quarters of an hour before eating and I often read a bit in that time.

Similarly I like to sometimes read a bit before dinner, usually something a bit more lighthearted. I feel like this is again a great moment to read graphic novels.

If you are looking to create a reading routine of your own, I would suggest paying attention at your normal daily habits. Often the times of the day your screen time is higher can be a good idea for when to read, but you could also look for activities you have to do like cooking, or cleaning and merge them with listening to an audiobook. I would also recommend having more than one book on your currently reading list, so that depending on the time of day and your levels of energy you can switch. I would never read a non-fiction book before bed, but as I said it's a lovely time for graphic novels. Considering your energy levels it's a great thing not to feel forced to pick a books up. Overall you should read when you feel like doing so, there's no right or wrong if you are enjoying this activity. I really hope this has been of inspiration for someone, and I look forward to hear if anyone tries something similar out, thank you for reading!

Here's the link to the masterlist of my tips post.

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amieravenson · 6 months

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Fiber Crafts and The Craft

Around September or October, I start getting the urge to work on fiber crafts. And it's no wonder. In an agrarian society, there's not a lot to do after the harvest and preservation is all done. The nights get longer, and we tend to go within and think more about quiet, peaceful activities after the Summer's rush. The holidays are also around the corner, and it may be time to make handmade gifts as well. But have you considered making your fiber crafts of choice a part of your magickal work as well? As you weave, stitch, knit, crochet, or quilt, you can chant magickal charms, embedding them into your work. You can even create a whole work dedicated to love, protection, abundance, any of the good wishes you would like to give to the lucky recipient of your work. There's a scene in a book (I'm not going to name the book because the author turned out to be a real shithead) where a woman scries as she spins yarn. I love that. The almost mindlessness of the spinning and the rhythm of pumping the pedal could definitely bring you into a deep trance state if you let it. Another book (where the author also turned out to be a shithead) described a woman who made wonderful sweaters for her magickal children, imbued with love and protection. I think the key is in what you concentrate on while you do your fiber arts. Crochet- Everytime you push your needle through your work, imagine pushing your intention into the fabric you create. Cross stitch- Say a charm as you create each stitch going in one direction, and then chant a second charm, meant to lock in the magick, as you stitch in the other direction. Embroidery- Imagine 'building' your spell as you 'build' your design, keep checking in and thinking about your intention. Knitting- Imagine the spell strengthening every time the needles click and clack together. Every loop ties your intention into the fabric. Quilting- Piece together enchantments and affirmations as you stitch together the pieces of the quilt. Sewing- Create something magickal, like a poppet or a pouch to carry sacred items, and breathe your intention into it. Spinning- Chant your intention as you spin, imbuing the very fabric itself with your positive intentions. You can do a lot of other things to imbue magick into your fiber crafts. Burn essential oils or incenses as you work to keep bringing you back to your intention. Stitch sigils or symbols onto your finished objects. Say a blessing over your finished objects before you give them to someone. And by all means, do your fiber crafts in a group with other witches. You can build some incredible energy that way! What about you? Do you do any fiber crafts, and if so, have you considered adding magick to your crafting time? Please let me know in the comments, and blessed be! Read the full article

#crochet #crossstitch #embroidery #knitting #magick #pagan #quilting #sewing #spellwork #spinning #wicca #witchcraft

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perexcri · 10 months

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9 and 13!!!

hello hello!! thank you so much for stopping by :]

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

i used to! the last few weeks have not been kind though :') i think i'm probably just creatively burnt out after writing a bunch the past year and have been crocheting and reading a lot to cope instead lol

i did work a little on something i'd written months ago last night, though, so i can share something from that:

He’d tried to carve that space for El–he’d done all the right things, and he’d liked her–he truly had–but their moments together had never been as overwhelming as being around Will had become, how the proximity of elbows or knees or ankles could make him feel like he’s a thread in a sweater being slowly pulled out of place, something both discordant and terrifyingly desirous in its destruction.

and the rate i'm going now it will be out in *checks sundial* five trillion years

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

it honestly depends!! and the mental planning is always greater than the written planning - i have to let an idea stew in my brain before it hits a point where i know i can turn it into an idea (which usually means that i think of a specific scene, a specific line, a repeating symbol, or plot gimmick i think would be interesting!)

in general, i try to vaguely imagine the whole story before i start planning it out just to get a general idea of its flow/vibe. almost all of them have really strange outlines, or at the very least a list of stuff i want to have happen ranging in depth of detail depending on how liable i am to forget it later on. the first 1-2 pages of my fic docs are almost always reserved for me to write random notes/ideas/outlines on for future reference

the only big exception to this was my fantasy au, A Flower That Resembles You. i genuinely had no outline for it. like here's a part of what the notes/outline part of that doc looked like:

it's total nonsense tbh. i only blacked out that one line because it's technically a spoiler and idk how you feel about those or if you're even ever planning on reading it, but just in case~

anyway, thank you again for stopping by!! it means a lot to me, and i wish you the best of luck in your own writing :] 💜💜💜

#ask #a flower that resembles you #tw: scars #(they're just mentioned in the screenshot but still~)

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bloggirl8842 · 7 months

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My chest’s been hurting + I’ve been feeling weak the past few days idk what’s going on. I think it could partially be iron deficiency because I’ve just got the first hints of my period and the blood loss there would totally correspond w my recent weak spells but the chest pain idk. Actually I’m gonna write out every physical symptom which bothers me. I’ve lost lots of hair. These past two nights I’ve had trouble sleeping bc suddenly I get very sensorily aware like I can feel the uneven weight of my comforter and my skin touching itself and my breathing on my arm and whenever this has happened the solution for whatever reason has been eating a full meal + maybe putting on socks. I am hungry so often. have pain in my shoulder that I keep using tiger balm for even though it offers no lasting help simply bc I like the feeling and the smell. One of my boobs feels very dense and it’s one that’s been causing me problems since I was 17, I used to get ultrasounds done on it bc I had cysts with an unknown liquid inside and they didn’t grow so I stopped going but I almost feel like a hook feeling in it. Like it feels hooked onto me in a way that the other one doesn’t and I hate it. I always want to just clean it out and put in an implant which matches my other boob because not only is this one dense and prone to giving me health scares— it’s SMALLER than my good one. The thing is most of these symptoms don’t consistently exist, like, most of the time I’m fine, but right now I’m being hit w all of it and I’m annoyed. Also the tattoo artist I like hasn’t texted me back since I asked for her venmo (so I could pay the security deposit) but I think that’s more of a “Sundays are a social media/work-free day” type thing, I don’t blame her. Really excited about it though so I’m feeling impatient about securing the slot. Also, I wish it would just fucking cool down. I remember when autumn in SF meant looking at the frost on passing plants as my parents drove me to school.

Good things though: I’m knitting myself two sweaters for the winter, I’m still working on my more personal painting (and I have ideas for subsequent works— I want a little sketchbook or notebook to properly plan them out in but I hate all the sketch and notebooks I own), I like my job a whole lot. Knitting plans include finishing my sweaters (I might stop knitting my more intricate one when I leave the house because it means that people watch me and talk to me and I’m not into that), making my friend Somer a beanie, finishing my friend Janice’s legwarmer, making Janice and I matching tops, figuring out how to copy this gorgeous hand knit dress I saw on tiktok. I also plan to try finishing this crochet blanket I made 1/12 squares for a year ago so I can give it to my parents to “christen” their new house. I’ve been reminding myself more and more often lately to live instead of retreating into fantasy and self absorption. I’ve been better at talking to people. I’m allowing myself to properly be mildly sad about my failed relationship; like, not sobbing screaming heartbroken but moments of very mild grief. I’m better at breaking myself out of emotional slumps by getting productive (when I don’t feel sick, that is). I’m better at pacing myself when it comes to productivity so I don’t burn out and quit for months-years. I really like my psychologist. I loooove Pinterest. I’m looking forward to my tattoo, my birthday— I’m actually going to host a get together for the first time in yearsss— my best friend’s birthday, getting to a good place w these fucking asshole kids I work with (some of them are actually entirely lovely), my ravelry idea, my art ideas, and whatever else is going to happen in the next few months.

#stream of consciousness thoughts abt health and good things

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justsome-di · 1 year

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my night vale sweater is almost done!!!

the last sleeve needs attached, and I need to crochet the ribbing and cuffs for the whole thing

but I made really good progress today, and I’m really hoping I can get it all done and put together really soon because the show is only two more weeks away lmao

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fairy-writes · 2 years

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hello love! could i have a bsd and jjk romantic matchup? <3

i’m a female, she/her, and lesbian.

i have a fairly quiet personality whenever i first meet someone, but once i get used to them, i try to shape my personality into something that would make them happier with being around me a majority of the time, which means it’s usually hard for me to describe what i’m usually like by myself. i consider myself a fairly intelligent person, and am almost always studying when i have the chance to do so. i’m more of a listener than a talker, but am pretty good at putting on a facade when a situation calls for it. i get attached to other people fairly quickly, and once i do, i tend to be incredibly protective of them and help them in any way that i can. my friends usually call me the mom friend teasingly. i try to be a fairly easygoing person but i manage to stress myself out a lot of the time without even trying. i feel like i have to do well at everything that i try so that i can prove myself, and that usually leads me to forgetting to take care of myself in other ways such as drinking water as regularly as i need to. as a whole, i’m fairly forgetful and clumsy, which is pretty embarrassing.

i plan on becoming a teacher when i graduate college, most likely either math or working with kindergarten students. i read a lot ( i’m working myself frankenstein and candide right now ) and in terms of other hobbies, bake, crochet, and practice archery a lot. whenever i bake i tend to make sure that i give everything to my friends for gifts. my love language is acts of service.

thank you so much in advance, love! have a wonderful day! 🌸

Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchups! Have a great day!

Jujutsu Kaisen Matchup: I pair you with… Ieiri Shoko!

Ieiri is pretty quiet even once you get to know her. She wants nothing more than to get the job done so she can have a drink. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have some good qualities! She’s incredibly hardworking and can handle Gojo, which is always a plus. In addition, she helps you with your studying (she is a doctor, after all, she has some pretty good tips) so study dates!

Ieiri, too, is good at putting up a facade when the time calls for it, and the two of you make a game out of it to see who can have the better poker face in different situations. Not even Gojo can tell what you’re thinking, and he makes it something of a game to guess your thoughts as well, but Ieiri can usually scare him off if he’s getting to be too much.

I definitely see Ieiri as the mom friend of her friend group as well. But like, the wine mom friend. Like she cares for everyone but is always down to go drinking. With your help, she starts going to things like Alcoholics Anonymous so she can stop her bad habits and gets her life back together!

Ieiri helps you with your ambitions of becoming a teacher! She has friends in just the right places to help you get your foot in the door and cheers you on every step of the way!

Bungou Stray Dogs Matchup: I pair you with… Yosano Akiko!

Another doctor girlfriend! Yosano is extremely smart and loves to share her knowledge with you! She helps you study in between ADA missions and will even take you with her if you want. She’s personally more of a listener herself but can happily fill the silence between you two with details of missions (both present and past), gruesome details of injuries she had to heal, etc.

Yosano loves that you are so protective and helpful to those you care about! She’s not really the mom friend. That’s more Kunikida’s job. She also has excellent ways to relieve stress and offers you tips and tricks when she notices you are getting particularly stressed out. For example, she reminds you to drink water and will even call or text to make sure you are taking care of yourself.

This gal doesn’t mind if you are forgetful or clumsy, in fact, she finds it adorable and will help you without complaint! She also has friends in places to help you with your teaching endeavors! (they are a bit shady, but she means well). Reading dates! She loves reading gory and gruesome books, so feel free to recommend some to her!

#fairytailwzard matchup #fairytailwzard matchups #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk ieiri #jujutsu kaisen ieiri #ieiri shoko #shoko ieiri #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs yosano #yosano akiko #bsd #bsd yosano #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs yosano

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neuroborreliosis · 3 months

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2.3.2024

friends fall by the wayside but we don't want to let them go, lest some precipice open its lip and swallow them whole.

what to do with all the feelings that come up? how to write them before they are dampened?

how to write about feelings when you're so accustomed to big feelings that they don't even feel so big anymore?

i haven't written an update in the better part of a week. i've been crocheting a lot, mostly. i'm making a shrug for myself, with big flared sleeves. it's coming along - the neck/chest is complete, and i'm almost done with one whole sleeve. then i gotta crochet the next sleeve and it'll be complete.

i've also been depresso sauce. i guess. not anything sensational, just the afternoon doomies reaching down from gray skies to wrap around me.

i think it's from the antibiotics. but maybe it's from lack of sunlight. but i'm taking vitamin d! maybe it's from being alone in this big house for hours while dillon and jules work all day. maybe it's from having the energy sucked out of me by spirochetes.

i don't know what to say. i gotta say something. i'm here. i'm shitting regularly again, at least. i ate a burger two nights ago, and salmon last night, after going too long without a good hunk of meat. i felt so weak. i feel a little less feeble since i got some boosts of protein.

my one friend in particular, whose name i won't mention (i don't want to put his shit on blast) is going through it. he always is. he has been for several years. we met at my third high school, city-as, the one i actually graduated from. we had a class together and sat next to each other and found out that both of us were really into film and wanted to make movies. we swapped movie recs, we talked about cinematography. he was also a talented photographer of all things very nyc. all of us city-as homies used to go to what we called "thirsty thursdays" at the galleries in chelsea. the school was in the west village. after school on thursdays, like clockwork, we'd trek up to chelsea and go to free gallery openings, where we'd look at the art and get drunk off of free wine and beer that they served at these things. it was awesome. sometimes, we'd sneak into gallery stairwells to smoke weed. sometimes we'd walk the couple blocks to riverside park to light up. either way, this was definitely a highlight every week. this friend of mine, he would come. and later, after we'd all graduated, he actually had a show there! his debut photography exhibit. this kid could go places. he had something, a special kind of sight, that he gave us all through his photographs. he's still around, but for the last several years, pretty much since high school (almost ten years ago, jesus! i feel old) he's been dealing with dope addiction. he can't afford a phone, hasn't been able to for years, but we keep in touch over instagram, which he sometimes gets to access on other people's phones, and he calls me every so often from random numbers. he usually is asking for money. i throw down, because i love this kid. i want him to be safe and i don't want him to have to do sex work for money because i know for a fact that he hates it. anyway, he called me last week for money. i told him i could send him a few bucks, but that i'm broke and what money i do have came from my gofundme and it's set aside exclusively to be used for lyme disease treatment.

i dunno why i felt the need to write about this. maybe because i'm just sad. i'm sad for him, for the loss of his father to suicide, for his dreams and his brilliance shelved. i know what it's like to be deep in addiction, and it hurts so goddamned much to know all i can do is be here for him. it hurts so much to know that i can't make things easier, that i can't make him want to stop using. i just hope he keeps up with his art - he's also a brilliant writer, by the way - and that he finds a way to keep at it and share it with the world. and i hope he stays safe and warm and out of harm's way.

#lyme disease #lyme #lymie #spoonie #chronic illness #cld #chronic fatigue #chronic pain #mental health #addiction #chronic lyme #depression #lyme diaries #diary #creative writing #free write #poetry

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so like, in lower secondary school, in textile class, we learned to crochet just a string. like you just take a ball of yarn and pull loops after loops and it becomes this kinda braided string. and thats like the only thing that school taught me well. and i remembered recently that i have yarn, and ive also felt really tired but also bored lately. so ive just been listening to music, or watching crow caller videos, while crocheting this string. cause its like super easy once you get the hang of it and you can just let your hands work without having to look at your work. and I used to do this frequently when i suddenly remembered it was a thing. so i started a whole like, yarn bunch, and have just crocheted, sometimes on the bus, or when I know ill be stuck sitting in one place for a while, and that looking at my phone would seem rude. and so im almost like done with the whole thing, so I have this just ball of crocheted string. and like, I dont really have any use for it. so i just have this thing now... Persikka likes the string a lot. likes to play with it. I don't mind really cause its honestly the best use for it i can come up with lol. although he did manage to gnaw through it and I had to tie the string ends together.

#venting #im sorry im just in a fucking weird mood.. i want to do something but im so tired and also kinda a headache starting and i need to stretch #gonna vibe to some music now #also persikka is my cat. the one in my header..

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sassmonster · 2 years

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A (Not So) Quick Survey to Get to Know Me

As much as I want to dive straight into all the things I need to get out of me, I know it’s just better to get some fun stuff out of the way. Or, if not fun, at least informative. I’m not using just one questionnaire I found but several cobbled together and a few questions of my own to pepper it with my own personality, whatever that is.

What’s your full name?

Andrea Lynzi Puckett, though I tend to do Moten nee Puckett these days. I might not be legally married, but trust me, we’re married.

Are you named after anyone?

Good question. Not entirely. My mom never liked her first name and loved her middle name, so I got that one as my first (Andrea), the rest of it was just because my mom liked writing cursive loops at the time I was born and wanted to write Lynzi. Coincidentally, I don’t (and didn’t) hate my first name, but for most of my childhood I went by Lynzi to my family and friends (the former by my family’s choice) and I think it’s just kind of hilarious. My brother wanted to name me April and my dad wanted to name me Rose, for what it's worth.

Do you have any siblings?

An older brother, named Ryan.

Where did you grow up?

Primarily in Tallahassee, Florida. I was born in Kentucky but we left before I turned one and moved down there, then, around 6, we moved back up to Kentucky and I lived there for another 10 years or so before I started moving around and living with different families in different places in the States.

What activities did you do in High School?

I wasn’t really that into participating at that point, probably stemming from all my social anxiety — that being said, I did try a few things through the years because my friends did, but High School was kind of bone dry for me. Not a fun experience and I ended up dropping out, but I guess more on that later.

Where did you go to college?

I didn’t! I almost ended up applying into my mom’s alma matter of Eastern Kentucky University after I passed my GED there and they kind of tried to woo me; something about my writing score and the 94th percentile or something. I wanted to study philosophy though, but I was informed I should go to college to get a job and was suggested, dundundun, writing! Which, as I think a lot of you know, isn’t exactly the most stable thing. But the idea of going to college for a job rather than learning soured me and I never got around to it.

What kind of music do you like?

Rough question, because I think I literally listened to everything at one point or another, but really don’t adhere to the idea of genres on the whole. I’m not here to tell anyone what their music falls in to, category wise, and I don’t think I should be defined by that. But if you want general ideas, my spotify history should provide uhhhh… some illumination.

What’s one hobby that you’d like to take up?

Knitting! Well, knitting and crocheting. I knew how to do basic crocheting as a kid but never really got further than that, but it seems way soothing and like it’d tickle the neurodivergent parts of my brain. I’ll eventually get around to it, but the stars haven’t quite aligned yet.

What did you think you wanted to be when you grew up?

A veterinarian, because I love animals and wanted to help them? But at some point around middle school I realized down that path lay me watching an animal dying on my table and the way it would tear through my heart. I can’t even watch animals die in shows without getting misty, even knowing they’re fake deaths, I can’t imagine how the sight of an animal dying either in or out of my control would sit well.

Honestly if I’d thought about it, looking back in hindsight, I’d probably have said ‘healthy’.

What’s the biggest project on your to-do list right now?

Finishing the tidy up and decorating of our new space. We haven't done much in the last few weeks but things have been hectic. We got big plans and empty brains rn though so.

Do you have any irrational fears?

I have trypophobia, which gives me legitimate panic attacks when it gets triggered and a fear of deep water/the unknown/dark open spaces. I don’t think either of them are really irrational, but I’d classify trypophobia (the fear of clusters of holes, such as lotus pods) as less of a fear and more of a very visceral reaction to something. It makes my insides itch, I sometimes feel like I’m going to vomit, and I’ve been known to claw at my own skin just to calm down after it. It is the worst.

Are you a morning or night person?

Night, hands down. I’ve been getting up earlier than I used to (about 10:30 am or sometimes 9 if I can’t sleep well) and staying up until my usual 1 or 2, but it used to be way worse. I used to stay up until 6 am out of pure insomnia and sleep most of the day. I just prefer the night, man, what are you gonna do?

What are some of your favorite memes?

If there’s one thing I know to be true, it is…

Lying is always a bad idea. It creates more problems than it solves, even if you’re generally just ‘lying to someone’ to spare their feelings it ends up spiraling into nightmarish proportions. With my anxiety, the idea of lying is really, really hard; the act of coming up with a lie then having to balance all the other stuff going on to keep that lie up and having to contend with the thought of what’ll happen when the truth comes out just makes it easier to tell the truth and take the consequences.

Don’t lie, it sucks for everyone. (I do, however, tend to not intrude on other people’s lies as long as it’s not emotionally or physically harming anyone because that’s not my business. If you want to say you were running a marathon last week that’s up to you.)

Do you have any nicknames?

Sort of, yeah. My parents would often short Lynzi to Lyn for a long time, and when I was a child my dad called me goose because a) they replaced their pet duck with me and b) all I did was eat, sleep, and shit (his words) but it is such a heart warming memory for me; goose is the best nickname and I do have those mannerisms.

I’ve had friends call me Dove (Drea-love), D, Dre, [insert RP character name here], and a bunch of others.

My husband doesn’t have any particular nicknames for me, but he refers to me as really sweet petnames sometimes. Other times he calls me Truckasaurus and Bigfoot because I have big feet and hands like Lana from Archer and it’s sort of a funny thing that I definitely do not resent him for.

What’s your favorite book?

American Gods by Neil Gaiman, hands down. He’s also my favorite author. I return to that book at least once a year to read it again and absolutely, truly adore it. Usually I have a hard time pinning down favorites but that one is somewhat easy to get. (ps, that is not an affiliate link, I will get nothing out of you going to buy and read that book, it’s just that good.)

What is the last thing you purchased?

A hot iron to straighten my hair and keep it the way it was when I first got it cut. Haven't really used it yet, because I haven't needed to go out anywhere, but I did use the blow dryer. Fun, practical stuff.

How did you meet your husband?

Funny story! Well, not really. We met online on a video game called City of Heroes like… 13ish years ago? We knew each other very loosely, mostly like by association of association, but I always had a bit of a crush. We followed each other on socials but I was too shy to ever talk to him and he was too oblivious to even notice me. I still sometimes give him guff about that one, but it was bongy how often I’d just look at his posts and will him to see me, like some kind of mousy haired girl in a young adult paranormal romance novel.

Fast forward about ten years and we met in a revival of the game that had been closed forever. I still followed him on Tumblr, until he disappeared, but had never really sat down and had a conversation with him until I finally mustered up the courage (because we were in the same group) to message him and say “Yo fucker” continued by an explanation of my anxieties and how I just wanted to say hi and talk and all that jazz. The rest was history… super fast history…

I’d say it took us very little time to realize we were in it forever. We officially started dating in December and I was here by February. I haven’t looked back (except that I miss my cat and Ezrik) since. I’d go through hell for him and he knows it, and he’d do it for me too.

The first night I was here I got really motion sick from the plane ride (and subsequent ride home) and spent most of the ride with the window down trying to keep cool, because getting hot when I’m throwing up makes it worse, while he was freezing his buns off and just watching me throw up into a shopping bag. Once we got back to his place I laid my face down for a minute and literally passed up and woke up every once in a while to throw up. He’d change the bucket out with a new bag and checked on me all night.

I realized I was home and I was loved and I never wanted to be with anyone else in my life. He says he knew it was forever that first night too, even with all the throwing up. … I wrote too much.

When was the last time you cried?

A couple of days ago I was listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, thought of my brother, and had a quick tear up about it. Music is very capable of doing that for me, especially when it comes to my family. I’ve lost all of them and it takes very little to get me to cry over them on some days. Though I’m working on my grief it’s still a process and it feels like every time I get somewhere someone else dies on me. (psa: each member of my immediate family died within five years of one another almost like clockwork and I hate it.)

How tall are you?

6’2″ which is another reason my husband calls me Truckasaurus. I’ve always hated it because it feels like the antithesis of girly but I’m learning to embrace it more as I age. Growth, or whatever. (ha, a pun)

Tell me about your longest running friendship with someone?

I am still friends with a whole group of people I met over 20 years ago on Yahoo! chat. We used to RP together there and we all found each other again on Discord (I’d stayed in touch with a few of them to begin with overall) and we just sort of kept in touch that way and RP new characters from the same setting sometimes on Discord. I really should write more there, but there’s been a log going on.

What is one thing that instantly makes your day better?

I am living the happy marriage cliche, but my husband. I can just look over at him and just the fact that he exists makes me smile. If you want something less sappy and less apparent… animals. All animals. I don’t care just give me the animals.

What do you enjoy spending money on?

Clothes, skin care, and recently, make-up. I know it doesn’t seem like it with the fact that I dress like a gremlin going to an underground club for other gremlins who tried to make it as child stars but… I really do want to try to get better about these things. That’s one of the things I’m going to do here is start getting myself up, dressed, made up, and ready to take a picture for an OotD type of thing.

I also love spending money on nerdy gaming shit and all kinds of plush dolls. I give Fangamer more money when I have it than I usually have to spare but I just have loved their store for so long. (again, no affiliation, I won’t get paid, but you know, do the thing.)

What do you wish more people understand about you?

That I am trying really hard. I know it might not seem like it from the outside, but I am working through years of untreated mental health issues with medications and making strides every day, so I might be moving slow and flubbing sometimes, but I am really trying.

Also, my anxiety questions are never personal and you’re not obligated to answer them. I can’t say I won’t panic a bit if you don’t, but I’ll never truly hold it against anyone. It’s just my anxiety running wild that makes me have to ask if I’m annoying, or if you still like me, or if something is wrong, or that you seem mad at me? It’s not because of anything you’ve done, most likely, just my brain misfiring and me trying to corral it back in.

No one is obligated to deal with my issues, my grief, my misinterpretations, my emotions, or anything like that. Any of you who do are saints and I love you for it, but I’ll still love you even if you don’t.

Do you have any specific talents?

UhhhHHHHhh nope, not really. I mean I have managed to never break a bone in my life or need a hospital visit, but part of that is because my mom was an RN and could take care of most things on site. In recent history I’ve fallen down the stairs at home twice within the span of a year almost exactly. I didn’t break anything there, just got bruised and sore, and I still have the marks from every time but everything really seems fine and honestly… that’s talent, right?

I think most of the things I do aren’t talent, just slowly learned things. I can do unlicensed therapy with the caveat of ‘take it with a pinch of salt’ to pretty good results from what I’ve noticed. No replacement for proper help but… I can put on my Human Resources voice and tend to calm things down in most situations. Still not really a talent though, is it?

What do you dislike that everyone else seems to like?

Right off the bat? Sour cream, cilantro, and guacamole. They’re both vile to me, but in the case of sour cream I don’t want it anywhere near me. It’s just so not my thing. Like whipped cream that went real bad. The texture and flavor are messed up and I just can’t with it. Cilantro doesn’t taste like soap to me, as far as I remember anyway, I just don’t like it: it doesn’t taste good. Guacamole tastes like grass generally but that might be me getting bad guac, so we’ll see.

Daisy Johnson as played by Chloe Bennet is another one. I don’t appreciate Chloe Bennet’s defense of Logan Paul ages ago just because she was dating him and I find the character of Daisy Johnson extremely exhausting and she tries my patience.

Hot weather? I know I’m not alone on that one, but I really cannot stand getting hot at all. I start to feel sick if I get too warm. Call it my penguin associations.

Young Adult Romance novels. I did once? But then I think getting in a relationship that is healthier than all my previous ones just made it feel like getting hit in the face with a hammer every time I read one. All hamfisted and put in for the sake of the Twilight effect and I’m not into it. Still love Young Adult books in general, though.

If your pet could talk, what do you think they might say about you?

My sweet baby

I MISS MY BABY. Seven, my cat, is currently with her ‘father’ in Texas (my best friend, Ezrik) where I used to live with her. We also had a cat named Six who got out one day and (almost) no one believed me until it was too late. I miss her like crazy. Apollo also exists and is sort of my super bitey son who gets out of hand, but I doubt he’d even remember me right now. But let’s see, I have some ideas for the first two.

Seven: Mommy hasn’t made me a fort in ages. Daddy doesn’t do it right. I also miss her bed, she’d just let me take over. AND HER THIGHS. Napping on her thigh and up across her hip so she wouldn’t be able to move was so good… I’m hungry… oh right and the way she’d hold me like a baby for hours until her arms went numb. I love having that kind of power.

Six: She keeps calling me butterbean, does that mean I’m fat? I’ll show her, I’ll lose weight! Now she’s calling me I can’t believe it’s not butterbean… whatever, gonna headbutt her in the knee to say hello… AAHHHHHHH I’M HALFWAY ACROSS THE HOUSE BUT I CAN SENSE SHE’S GETTING CRISS-CROSS APPLESAUCE SOMEWHERE I’MA GET IN THAT LAP. hello.

Name one celebrity crush, past or present.

Jon Bernthal. He’s at the top of my freebies list. I cannot explain to you why but I love his boxer’s previously-broken-nose face and just… ugh. I have a whole list but… uggghhh.

A genie grants you the ability to have infinite amounts of one item. What is it?

I think that might honestly be enough for now. When your browser starts to lag in writing a post it’s probably time to let it go. Yes, I’m on a less than perfect laptop, but still! If you have any questions you want me to answer leave them in the comments below and maybe I’ll do a part two at some point!

#personal #faq #get to know me #long post

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Diary of a Junebug

Pastry kitchen wins and magic loop woes

When was the last time we had a baking contest event? I really can’t remember. But I do remember how much fun they were!

Ronnie and Jude made good on their promise to come visit the camp. They were performing in Windham and Glassenwick, which is a couple hours from here, so they figured it was a good opportunity to drop by.

Cheyenne’s visiting too, along with Emilia and Michele Toni, so that’s how the pastry kitchen setup happened. Turns out Ronnie and Jude are fans of Cheyenne and Emilia, and vice versa. I’m glad that they all had a great time together!

Emilia and Ronnie went all out transforming part of the camp into a bakery. Years of crafting furniture has allowed me to build up a nice collection of fancy kitchen equipment that probably wouldn’t ever be used if it weren’t for friends like them.

Along with our little baking spree we also did some yarn stuff. My ballerina sweater has been coming along really well. I’m done with the main body and i-cord at the bottom so now I’m working on the first sleeve. After making so much progress it seems like now I’ve hit a bit of a wall and a possible case of second sleeve syndrome.

Normally for sleeves, you use DPNs since they’re best for knitting in the round, specifically something small. Since I don’t have DPNs in the size I need, I found out about this technique called magic loop that seemed feasible. First attempt went badly as my tension was all over the place so the stitches looked sloppy. Plus I had trouble working the magic loop so stitches were getting caught at the parts where the needle and cable connected so that added to my frustration.

So I ended up frogging that and tried again the next day. My tension was still a bit wonky as I was pulling the yarn too tight, which in turn worsened the ladders I was trying to avoid. I personally found the method a bit clunky and that slowed down my progress a lot. And then came the wrist pain.

As a result I’m gonna take a couple days off to let my right wrist recover. To be honest, I should’ve stopped earlier but I really wanted to get the hang of magic loop. I have to say, the sleeve is starting to look better and it’s becoming less tedious, so that’s something. There’s still ladders but I’ve been trying on the sleeve as I work and thankfully they aren’t too noticeable because the fabric stretches a little.

When I last left off I think I have another inch of stockinette before the 2x2 twisted rib and then I’ll be done. Then all I have left is the second sleeve and the attached i-cord edging in the front.

I’m still amazed at how quickly this top is coming together! It’s been fun working on this project, especially trying it on as I go and seeing the whole thing come together. It’s really boosted my confidence in knitting garments and now I’m totally on board to make more clothes.

Ronnie’s working on the Blissful Cardigan by CherryKnits, a popular knitwear designer that’s mentioned a lot. They’re know for having simple but classic pieces that look timeless and cozy. I’ve had my eyes on her patterns too, the Blissful Cardigan being one of them. Ronnie says it’s a fairly fast knit as she casted on about a week and a half ago and is almost done with the main body. It really looks nice and the yarn she’s using is so soft, it’s perfect for autumn and winter days when there’s a chill in the air.

Jude is finally getting started on crochet and he’s making good progress. Ronnie taught him the basics and Cheyenne’s helping him refine his skills. So far, I say he’s doing good. For now he just wants to practice his stitches before tackling on a project. I’m glad he’s enjoying the craft and hopefully it won’t be too long before he’s on the same level as me. Even as a beginner you can make a bunch of stuff like coasters, grocery bags, granny squares, and even a simple top.

Emilia and Michele Toni dabble a bit in knit and crochet too - Emilia prefers knitting while Michele Toni prefers crochet. Michele Toni’s making a bunch of cute flower coasters to give as gifts with some cotton yarn that Daisy Jane and I are trying to destash. She made good use of that yarn and they will make lovely gifts for her friends.

We divided our time working on yarn projects, doing camping stuff, and baking up a storm. Ronnie went out with Carrie and Mira to catch some fish for a seafood pot pie with the puff pastry Emilia gave to us while Michele Toni, Jude, and I went berry picking.

Using my left hand most of the time felt a little weird and probably a bit unnecessary but I really wanted to give my right hand a rest. Now that I think about it, maybe I should invest in those wrist brace things, especially if I plan to knit and probably crochet more garments. I’ve never had wrist issues as a kid but then again I was knitting things like scarves and headbands so I guess those didn’t put as much of a strain on my wrist like magic loop is doing right now. That, and I’m not getting any younger, so that’s something to consider regarding my physical health in general. I mean the pain isn’t that bad that I can use my hand at all but it’s enough to really make me slow down and not try to push it. Being someone who likes working with their hands - knitting and journaling come to mind - I want to take care of my wrists so it’s important to take care of myself.

Though if it weren’t for my wrist, I think I would’ve taken a break from the ballerina sweater anyway because of the clunkiness of magic loop. The knitting break has been good and I’m looking forward to getting back into it so hopefully I’ll be finished with the piece in about a week.

As expected, Emilia took the lead in our baking sessions. She was always our go-to person for learning new baking skills. That’s how Cheyenne became such a good baker, and cook as well, it’s all thanks to Emilia. Because she knows so much, a lot of people assume that Emilia went to culinary school. Truth is, she saw cooking and baking as a fun hobby, not something she’d want to make a career out of like some world famous pastry chef, so that’s why she decided not to pursue that path. Emilia Eats was just a vlog she did for fun in high school that eventually grew into something bigger when a lot of things in her life wasn’t working out. When shit went down, she turned to baking, something brought her back to simpler times, and in a way, that’s what saved her from spiraling further down.

The baking contest happens to be the perfect opportunity for Emilia to test and finalize a couple new recipes. First one is an apple pumpkin custard pie, which sounds like the perfect autumn recipe. It’s a recipe that Emilia’s been working on and off on for a couple months and now it’s almost ready to share. All she needs to do is some fine tuning for the apple pumpkin custard, which she said was the main roadblock, so she made a couple versions for us to try. Right now it’s almost a split vote, which I’m not sure is helpful. Both versions have subtle differences and I think that’s what’s making it hard to choose. As a result, Emilia’s gonna whip up a third version and see how that goes.

Her second recipe, cinnamon espresso brownies, is a work in progress that’s been coming together nicely. The dough is basically a hybrid of cinnamon rolls and brownies so that takes a bit of prep work to make. The process isn’t too bad if you have the patience but may be a bit daunting if you’re a novice baker. That’s why Emilia and Cheyenne want to see if there’s a way of simplifying the process without sacrificing quality. They’re still working on it but unfortunately there seems to be no shortcuts. Then again, this dessert is on the decadent side so even if it is a lot of work, I think the effort’s definitely worth the long wait.

Cheyenne, inspired by Addie and Ginger, made up an original cookie recipe - chocolate chip tahini. The cookie is sweet and salty and well balanced thanks to the nuttiness of the tahini and bittersweetness of the chocolate. They came out pretty good but a bit on the thin and crispy side, which again isn’t bad, but Cheyenne - and I - prefer soft and chewy cookies. She’s making some adjustments to the recipe right now so we’ll see how that works out tomorrow.

Blaire’s working on a cupcake recipe - or several, I should say. She has a knack for coming up with unusual flavor combinations that surprisingly go well together. Problem is that she’s come up with so many that she can’t decide which one to work on first since it’s probably a bad idea to bake them all at once. I can see her dilemma - I myself am torn between taro rice pudding latte and caramel barbecue chili. Emilia tried to help but she too can’t decide between the taro (the popular one by a narrow margin) and charred sweet potato butter pecan. Maybe Blaire should flip a coin at this point because the votes are wayyyy too close.

Chester, being a sports buff, came up with a protein packed energy bar with the fresh berries we picked earlier. The batter’s a blend of oats, eggs, milk, dates, and nuts, which can be thrown in the blender and then poured into the pan. Then add the berries and bake in the oven and that’s it. A simple recipe that’s surprisingly satisfying, the kind of thing you can make ahead of time so if you need something to easily grab and go, this is it. I’m normally not an oat bar person but this is pretty good, probably because it’s not too sweet and there’s an equal proportion of oats and fruit.

Mint created something that has to do with mint that actually turned out pretty good. I don’t usually go for minty desserts because I find the flavor can be a bit too overpowering. I do like chocolate mint ice cream though, but it’s not my go-to flavor. As for mint jelly, unless you like the flavor of toothpaste, I don’t recommend it. Thankfully, Mint’s caramel chocolate creme mint eclair tastes nothing like that. The mint actually balances the overly sweet and rich flavors of chocolate and caramel so while the dessert’s still a bit much for me, it’s not too much that I can only stomach a couple bites. However I recommend eating this eclair with a cup of black coffee because that filling, while good, really is rich and heavy.

For dinner, Ronnie took charge in making seafood chowder pot pies, a family recipe that happens to be her specialty. She says the recipe itself isn’t too hard, but it requires a lot of prep time because of the veggies and seafood. Good thing we finished our baking sessions by the time she needed to set things up. She wasn’t kidding about the prep! At least the effort was worth it as the pies came out great and served as a perfect bonfire dinner. And now I have another recipe to add to my collection!

Tomorrow’s gonna be more of the same in terms of baking. Hopefully Blaire will come up with a decision regarding the cupcakes unless she decides to bake a batch of each flavor. I wouldn’t mind that honestly but that’ll be a lot more work for her, unless she doesn’t mind that. I also can’t wait to see what other recipes the others come up with - I sadly have nothing to offer at the moment but I’m more than happy to taste test! As for knitting, now that my wrist is well rested, I hope to get back into it and finish that first sleeve.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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The Little Things

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

person: wilbur soot

summary: there was three things that you and wilbur did together

word count: 848

you were obviously dating wilbur soot, living in the same house as him, in the same bed, all that lovey dovey shit, so there was little things that you and he did together

1. share stuff(mostly clothing) with wilbur

like shirts and sweaters, oh how he loved to see you in his stuff

you looked SO GOOD, LIKE DAMN YOU GO BESTIE

he would feel so shy, seeing you in his sweater that was too big for you

"love, you should wear my stuff more often, it looks great on you."

he secretly simps for you when you walk in the room

oh how good they look, he would think EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. you would even be in a close proximity of him (im listening to wilbur's music rn while making this, pog)

his mind constantly would be, y/n, y/n, y/n, what are they doing, i wanna cuddle with them, where are they, etc.

you would get flustered when he would complement you on your fit

"ohh, you look absolutely in those pants."

"omg, you look great in that sweater."

"why don't you wear that more, your beauty has enhanced even more." (this might sound like shit, but he means you are already beautiful before and after, 10/10 before and 10/10 after)

with him, he would wear your beanies and other stuff that you crocheted, but it would be mostly beanies

like you would make them for him CONSTANTLY since he's such a huge fucking simp for you

"what'cha making love, oh a beanie?" he would secretly scream in his head YES, YES, YES, YES

"love, when are you going to finish the beanie, i wanna show chat," he would pout

"can you wait like 5 more minutes, i'm almost done."

"thanks darling." he would leave, leaving a peck on your cheek

when you finished, you went back to him, sneaked behind him, and put the beanie on his head

"oh shit, you scared me love, did you finish?"

you would nod, and then he would take off the beanie and put it close to the camera

"you see chat, they are SOO good at crocheting."

chat would definitely spam y/n pog

you would make other stuff, like sweaters, winter hats, scarfs, mittens, etc.

he would flaunt them out in public SO MUCH it gives headaches

he would do anything to give you the attention you deserve

you get the idea

2. cooking

cooking with wilbur was REALLY CHAOTIC

like, he couldn't cook a goddamn thing in his life except frozen pizzas, AND THAT DOESN'T EVEN COUNT AS COOKING

so you being the awesome chef you were ;), you obviously had to help your poor boyfriend with cooking

"wilbur, that's salt, not sugar."

"wilby, noo, not 405 degrees, 375 degrees."

he would be so clueless you would probably have to guide him with everything

but when you both make it together, it tastes DELICIOUS

LIKE DAMN, IT WAS A WHOLE COOKED MEAL COURSE (like you ;), jk, don't wanna make you uncomfy)

because of your wonderful cooking skills, it kinda passed onto wilbur

so in the morning, he would make you your favorite meal

"thanks wilby, you're finally catching on."

3. music

and the last thing you would share would be music

you both have your own playlist that you share, filled with his music, one direction, yungblud, halsey, and others (i dont know why, but im seriously addicted to mysoginistic songs, like it brings the BOY out of me that i don't want to unleash, like for example everywhere i go by hollywood undead and she's so nice by pink guy, also my axe by insane clown posse)

you would also have a romantic playlist for dancing

*casually plays as the world caves in by matt maltese*(but seriously, it's a great song, i suggest you listen to it)

music would even go onto him trying to teach you how to play internet ruined me

"it's not that key, it's THAT key."

"y/n WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU ARE BUTCHERING MY SONG."

"sorry wilby 😣 "

he would apologize so much after you said sorry, hugging you and shit, thinking that you were actually sad (TOO BAD BITCH, I AIN'T NO SYMPATHETIC /j)

hahahah, also prepare for him to pop quiz you on random stuff that is significant in your relationship, yaknow, to make sure you love him, JK JK, he's just a bored, lonely boiii

"y/n what was the day we met?""ummm, i believe may 7?""NOO YOU GOT IT WRONG"

you would run away from him, knowing that he becomes full on psycho /j

"COME BACK HERE Y/N, I WANNA GIVE YOU A PRESENT."

so ending that on a crazy note, you do sincererly love wilbur and he with you

you would go miles and miles to be with him

i hate how sappy i got there, but i gotta feed the mcyt/dream smp fans with some fluff, yaknow, to even out the angst and smut/nsfw honestly, i need someone who would be like this

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot brainrot #wilbur soot x you #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #dream smp #dream smp x reader #louistommosnesquickmilk writes #louistommosnesquickmilk

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Pain Is For The Living [Javier Peña x F!Reader] - Chapter 4 [SMUT]

Summary: Sex work in the heat of 1980’s Colombia was never going to be a walk in the park. Especially not when you had a crush on your number one client, agent Javier Peña. You’d been warned about him and his reputation, but after one very specific incident that would change your life forever, you find yourself attached to him like never before and you’d do anything to make him yours. Even if it means endangering your own life.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: SMUT: fingering, cunnigless, female receiving oral, (loss of virginity kind of), so much sexual tension. And more feelings! Unrequited love... or is it?

Word count: 3300

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Neither you or Javier could sleep that night. At least, not at first. Javier’s bedroom was, although decently sized, pretty empty. You figured he wasn’t the type of guy to keep momentums anyway. His closet was small and you imagined the rainbow array of shirts that were neatly hung up, one-by-one. Staring at the ceiling at two in the morning doing your damn hardest not to think about what happened back at the brothel was proving to be very, very difficult, and you’d do anything to catch a distraction.

Sleeping in his bed though, meant you could seize the perfect opportunity to get to know him better without exactly confronting him. Everything in Javi’s room was brown, an ugly shade of brown too. He clearly didn’t care much for interior design, although you did find it odd that his front room was majorly decked out in nice furniture, and yet every other room in his small apartment felt… empty. Rolling over, you quietly opened the drawer on his nightstand. It was hard to see, being that all the lights were out and it was the middle of the night, but you could just about make out the contents. Half a pack of cigarettes, two lighters, many many condoms (which was strange since Javi almost always insisted that he go bareback whenever you two were intimate), sleeping pills and a passport.

Javier couldn’t sleep either, even though he’d drunkenly fallen asleep on that couch plenty of times. He was thinking of you; not only replaying the fact he said your name while he was fucking Nina, but also the fact that you wanted to kiss him. And honestly? He wanted to kiss you too. Javier balled his hand into a fist as he felt his chest tighten. He seriously wanted to kiss you too.

His thought process halted when he heard you shuffling down the hallway, your hesitant footsteps tip-toeing into the living room and turning on one of the amber colored lamps. Your shy frame was highlighted perfectly in the shadows and Javier simply couldn’t take his eyes off you, strictly in awe of your beauty.

“Javi?” you asked, tiredly rubbing your eyes. You had spotted him lounging on the couch, shirtless with the same crocheted blanket you had slept in, now draped across his lower half.

“Hermosa,” his voice was rich and rasp. “You’re still awake.” the statement came out as an observation, more so than a question.

You fumbled a little with your words before eventually sighing and nodding your head. “Yeah.”

“Is my bed not comfortable enough?” Javier enquired, leaning over to the coffee table and turning on another lamp, now illuminating his side of the room.

You chuckled lightly. “A lot more comfortable than the beds back at the brothel, that’s for sure.” you replied, and Javier nodded knowingly.

“Something on your mind?” Javier prodded further.

Yeah, him.

When you didn’t reply, Javier extended his arm and ushered you over. You sat down next to him, on the edge of his sofa, and remained silent. But the way you could feel his chocolate coloured eyes bore into you was enough to create a cluster of nervous butterflies in the pit of your stomach. He must’ve been up for a while, because the entire atmosphere stunk of tobacco. It wasn’t bad though, it was just… Javi. His honeyed voice interrupted the silence.

“I’m sorry about earlier, about the uh-- the whole kiss thing.” He said, shuffling upwards awkwardly, his hand remaining clutched on the crocheted blanket.

“Pay it no mind,” You replied maybe a little too quickly. You’d rather just forget about the incident, and not come to terms with just how upset his rejection had made you. “It’s um…” you looked up at the ceiling and then back at Javier. “...hard, to stay distracted, when I’m alone. I was fine with Connie and Steve. I was fine with you. But… sleeping alone is hard.”

Javier nodded understandingly. “I know how it feels to need a bed warmer, believe me,”

You came to the sudden conclusion that being a ‘bed warmer’ was all you ever were to Javier, no matter how much more you yearned for. That’s all you’d ever be.

“Although I suppose that’s not exactly what you meant,” Javier continued. “Is it?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you replied quietly. “I mean guys come to me all the time for that quick release. To feel less lonely. But I’ve never really sought out the same thing, you know?”

“Never?” Javier asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Not even a hook-up?”

You shook your head and scratched the back of your neck. “I uh-- I was a virgin before I moved to Colombia,” you laughed wearily.

Javier’s reaction was priceless. His eyes became apologetic and his jaw loosened. “You haven’t been here long,” he grumbled. “Tell me, have you only slept with the guys from the brothel?”

You looked down at your hands feeling slightly ashamed and nodded your head. Javier’s hand found your chin and he tilted it upwards, forcing your gaze to lock with his.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows together in bewilderment. “Sorry for what? Working here was my choice.”

“No,” Javi said quickly, placing a hand over your thigh, his dark eyes not diverting from your face once. “I know what the guys are like there,” Javier said, shaking his head. “Hell, I know what I’m like. I had no idea…” Javier paused for a moment before continuing. “Was-- was I your first?”

You smiled at him and shook your head ‘no’, and Javier looked somewhat relieved.

“Tell me cariño, do they make you feel good?”

You thought about the question but practically knew the answer immediately. No. Because sex at the brothel was never for pleasure, it was for rent money. It was to put food on your table and to wear clothes that fit.

“Only you Javi,” you replied softly, your hand finding his as you began to trace circles into his skin. “Only you have made me cum.” you confessed.

It wasn’t necessarily anything he’d done, because you’d only ever given Javier blowjobs and let him put it in you. It was more so the fact you were in his personal company, and you were so deeply attracted to him.

Javier chuckled dryly and shook his head. “That can’t be true hermosa,” he sighed. “I’ve been so selfish with you. If I had known, I would’ve fucked you real good. I would’ve made it good for you. I mean it.”

He sounded mad at himself, even though there was truly no way he could understand your circumstances.

“I can make you feel good. I can… distract you, if that’s really what you need,” he promised. “Just say the word.”

His voice had lowered considerably, and his words alone were enough to create a pool of arousal between your thighs. You were almost scared to think about the wet patch you’d leave on the sofa beneath you as his large hand travelled up your thigh and underneath his shirt that he’d given you to wear.

“Please.” you nodded breathlessly as Javier fiddled with the hem.

“Tell me you want it.” he urged as he tugged at the bottom button.

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head harder this time. “I want it, Javi. Please. I want you.”

“Lay back,” Javier ordered, pushing you into the sofa where he had originally been laying.

Your skin flushed with heat as Javier carefully opened your legs and positioned his head in between your soft thighs. “Your cunt looks so sweet,” Javier praised, a throaty moan escaping his lips as he rubbed his thumb between your soft wet folds. “Have you ever let a man taste you before?”

“No,” you squeaked as his thumb found your clit. He rubbed small and tight circles over your bundle of nerves, but his movements were achingly slow. “No man has wanted to.”

Javier huffed. “That’s not true, I promise,” he replied, tapping his thumb over your clit. You gasped longingly, your entire body tensing up. He drew back from you and looked at you, wanting to make sure that you were okay. He could see the way your nipples had hardened and were poking through the shirt he had given you, and it made his cock twitch with excitement underneath the blanket. “Hey pretty girl, relax. I need you to relax.”

You whimpered understandingly and took a deep breath before closing your eyes.

“Look how wet you are.” Javier said, leaning back down and licking his lips. The richness in his voice alone spread through your body like wildfire. He pressed a kiss into your mound, his mustache tickling your skin before lowering his head even further down. The curve of his nose bumped against your clit and you felt yourself clench around nothing, needing him so desperately.

Then, without warning, Javier slid his tongue in between your wet folds, gliding it up and down. Obscene wet sounds filled the room and if you weren’t already seeing stars, you might have even been slightly embarrassed. Your hands, that were once clenched around the curve of a cushion, had instinctively wormed their way into Javier’s chocolate coloured hair.

Once Javier had you spread open, his tongue became more dexterous and began to flick over your clit; up and down, up and down. He was skillful, to say the least. Occasionally though, he’d stop his movements, bringing you down from your high, only to start again. He was teasing you so much, but he was completely right. No man had ever made you feel this good. No man had ever cared about your own pleasure, other than Javier of course. His lips latched onto your sweet spot and he began to suck on it longingly, groaning wantonly against you and pushing vibrations through your core.

“Taste so fucking good, fuck,” Javier cursed, pulling off your cunt with a pop as he regained his breath. “Better than I imagined.”

And just like that… the nervous butterflies came fluttering back. He’d imagined this.

Javier found the way you shivered adorable and it only spurred him on, wanting nothing more than to bring you to the greatest heights of your pleasure. Your perfect sweetness glossed over his lips as he lapped your wetness up like a starved man, and your writhing beneath him didn’t stop once. You tugged on his hair as you felt your climax build up.

Recognising that you were close, Javier, pushed two of his fingers inside of you, scissoring them and stretching you open. Finally you could clench around something. His mouth didn’t stop though, and his tongue became faster and faster as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

Javier curled his fingers and they pushed against your special spot, your body involuntarily arching with pleasure and a long moan of his name leaving your lips.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, isn’t it?” Javier asked, a wicked smile crossing his lips. “Right there huh? You like that?”

You couldn’t even fathom words, only his name leaving your lips in the form of a chant as he continued his movements. You weren’t going to last, and he knew it too. In fact, Javier was too busy focusing on giving you pleasure, he hadn’t even realised the way his cock was leaking too, desperate for some kind of attention.

It was incredibly erotic, every time you looked down and saw Javier’s fingers get lost inside of you as he ravished your cunt. He was so good at it, you had no doubt he’d done it a million times before. One last thrust of his two fingers sent you into a frenzy as your cunt clenched around his fingers, and you came undone.

You were a heaving, gasping mess, and Javier had left you unlike anyone had ever left you before. As he pulled his hand away from you, your cunt continued to clench around nothing and your thighs were twitching as the pleasure raced through your veins.

Javier’s fingers shone with your wet arousal and he brought them up to your own lips. “Look at the mess you made. Such a delicious mess,” he cooed. “Taste.”

You parted your lips and sucked your arousal from his fingers. “How was that, hm?”

You nodded wordlessly. “Th-thank you,” you mumbled, your eyes feeling heavy with post coital exhaustion. “Let me-- let me return the favour.”

“No sweet girl,” Javier said. “You need to rest.”

The agent pushed your hair out of your face and— fuck, he wanted to kiss you so bad. He wanted to kiss your pretty, swollen lips. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. Kissing you might only confirm these feelings he had been trying to push away. “Sleep tight hermosa.”

You mumbled something incoherent before you fell fast asleep, your smile not fading away once. Javier removed his blanket and wrapped it over your body. That was when he realised he’d came too. He hadn’t even done anything… nothing to pleasure himself, but he’d come just from pleasuring you. That had never happened before.

He cursed to himself, reaching for the box of tissues that he kept on the coffee table and wiped himself down. Padding into the kitchen, Javier made you a glass of water and set it down next to you, just in case you woke up thirsty during the night.

He remembered your words. ‘Sleeping alone is hard.’

Javier brought his pillows, duvet and blankets from his bedroom and set them down on the floor so he was laying next to you. The last thing he wanted was for you to wake up alone and be in a panic. He considered just lifting you up and taking you to his own bed, that way he wouldn’t have to take the floor, but he just didn’t want to risk waking you.

Javier barely slept that night, his mind active and his thoughts racing a million times an hour. Did he regret what just happened? No, absolutely not. He’d do it a million times over. But that didn’t make it right. Sure, he’d slept with his informants many times but you were different. He already had a past relationship with you, he already knew you. And he felt like he had some kind of responsibility for you. Romantic relationships never ended well for Javier, so he could only hope that whatever you and him had going on, would remain strictly sexual. No feelings. There was no need for feelings. No time for relationships in the middle of this mess.

———

Javier really didn’t want to wake you, but he had to go to work, and he wasn’t willing to leave you home alone. Besides, you were his informant. And the DEA needed information.

When you woke up, you were fine, much to both yours and Javier’s surprise. The bliss from the night before still hadn’t escaped your memory, and had set you on course for a pretty good day ahead. Javier couldn’t really cook (minus paella), and so you both swallowed down some dry toast and you finished your glass of water.

Javier got a phone call just before the both of you were about to leave. It was brief, and ended just as you threw over one of his denim jackets that he’d loaned you. “DEA sent a couple of guys over to your place to pick up your possessions. You’ll be able to get changed once we arrive at the office.”

You nod your head gratefully, but then stop as Javier heads out the front door. “Wait, I didn’t give anyone my key.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Javier replied. “They will have found another way in.”

You weren’t sure how much you liked the idea of a bunch of strange cops breaking into your tiny apartment but nonetheless, you were just glad to have fresh and clean clothes. Not that you minded living in Javier’s pale yellow button down, but if you were going to be visiting DEA offices and God knows where else, you at least wanted to be dressed appropriately.

Javier told you to wait in the car while he nipped inside to grab your clothes. He handed the duffel bag to you through the car window and waited for you to get changed so the both of you could walk into the office together.

His office was bigger than you imagined, and spacious too. Despite it being pretty early in the morning, all the desks were filled and it seemed like the agents were hard at work.

“This is Luisa,” Javier pointed at the receptionist. “This is where we clock in and out of work. If we ever go out on impulse stake-outs or find the need to follow a lead, we gotta sign our name. It’s dumb, really.”

“Only Agent Peña never signs his name. Neither does Agent Murphy. Both of ‘em are as bad as each other.” Luisa laughed.

Javier rolled his eyes. “Pipe down Luisa,” he replied jokingly, his eyes darting to her hands. “Is that a new nail colour? Hmph, suits you.” he charmed before whisking you to the next station.

“There is Messina’s office,” Javier pointed through a narrow hallway towards an opaque glass door at the very end. “She thinks she runs the place but she’s only just transferred here.”

“Here is where I work,” Javier sighed, tapping his finger on a desk which was stacked high with paperwork. The tapping had clearly alerted the blonde haired man, who you remembered from yesterday. “And this is my partner Steve, sleeping on duty.” Javier tsked and Steve’s tired frown only deepened.

“Olivia been keepin’ us up all night,'' Steve groaned before standing up and shaking your hand. “Nice to see you here,” he said politely. “Has Javier given you a tour of the place?”

You nodded and smiled, already not hating the environment.

“Yeah. Everyone seems nice.”

You must’ve spoken too soon because in that very moment, none other than CIA Agent Bill Stechner came waltzing over, his lips curled into a smug grin.

“Well well well,” he observed, looking you up and down with judgement in his blue eyes. “What do we have here?”

Before you could reply, the man turned to Javier. “Peña, you know we don’t usually allow whores to wander the office.”

You flinched at his comment, your eyes narrowing at the unwarranted attack. Javier though, saw red, his own eyes darting up to look at Bill.

“She’s my informant.” Javier snapped back, trying his damn hardest to keep it together.

“I know who she is,” Bill seethed.

“Get the fuck outta here, Bill.” Steve sighed, standing up, his chair scraping against the floor.

Bill raised both of his hands defensively, almost as if he had done nothing wrong, and laughed darkly. With an innocent shrug of his shoulders he walked away and left you standing there, speechless.

Javier didn’t say a word, only pinched the bridge of his nose and got his head stuck straight into some paperwork.

“Yeah, you don’t wanna fuck with the CIA guys. They’re assholes.” Steve informed, his eyes glancing back over to Bill who was now sitting at his own desk. It was like the confrontation had never even happened.

“Noted.” you gulped.

“Take a seat, grab a coffee. Make yourself at home.” Steve told you.

Home. I guess this was where you’d be staying for the foreseeable future.

-—-—-—♡—-—-—-

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕪

≛ ft shota aizawa, ejiiro kirishima, katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya with a black!reader.

≛genre: fluff

≛warnings: light swearing, izuku and kiri being adorable supportive boyfriends

≛a/n: honestly i’m procrastinating on chapter three, so have some soft wash day hcs with our 1-a bbys and our fav sleep deprived teacher🥺

aizawa:

having long hair himself, he’s well prepared and has virtually anything you might need

but he understands that your hair textures are so different

so he does his homework on black hair and how to take care of it

we love a s/o who educates THEMSELVES

and when wash day comes around, this man is more than ready to help

need a denman brush? he’s got it. curl smoothie? duh. growth oil? hair masks? heat protectant? rat tail combs? of course. diffuser? baby have you SEEN his hair, mans owns too many blow dryer accessories it’s almost embarrassing.

he’s patient during the detangling process, letting you take the lead

he knows how bothersome it can be to have people try to help when you’ve got a set way of doing things

so he lets you do what you have the energy to, and he does the rest

he’s so gentle, and kisses your forehead as an apology when he hits a particularly painful snag

he’s quick too, making short work of the process and decreasing it by a solid 20 minutes, which if you know the pain of wash day, it means a LOT.

he’s not a super romantic person, but he does his best to make washing your hair a relaxing experience

he’ll lower the lights, and run you a hot bath, coaxing you between his legs, sitting on the edge of the tub while he massages the shampoo into your hair slowly

his nails are blunt for obvious reasons, but he makes an effort to scratch as much as possible, and his heart flutters just a bit with how at peace you look

he focuses on the roots as that’s the only place that needs such attention and rinses with cold water to seal up your cuticles

he’d help you towel off and will sacrifice one of his comfier long sleeve shirts to help you dry your hair, since you mentioned towels add frizz and remove moisture.

he’s so good with the LOC method, applying just enough oil to seal, but not weigh your curls down too much.

always delicate with your ends

he lets you work the parts you can reach, and for places like the back of your head, he takes over, working the leave in conditioner in with ease

shota can two strand twist tf out some damn hair no i don’t take criticism

he’s also obsessed with the way your hair shrinks, though he’d never admit it

so much length compressed into gorgeous coils, he wonders how the hell does hair just...defy gravity🧍🏾‍♀️

all in all, wash days are the highlight of his day, plus it gives him an excuse to whip out the matching bonnets he gets for y’all every time he goes on a beauty supply run

katsuki:

surprisingly enough, he’s another patient one

but this is both in part to him having done his research due to his thick hair, and he’s had black girlfriends in the past

so wash day ain’t nothin new to him, when you come to him the next morning dreading what the day had in store, he’d already whipped out the box holding your shared hair supplies, towel and brush at the ready.

he can be a little overzealous when it comes to brushing out your curls, having grown up on the “you just tenderheaded” bullshit

but he makes sure to never actually hurt you, or tug too hard

he’s also a firm believer in finger detangling, opting to use the brush for your ends, and going over the section with his fingers to get out any lingering kinks

will trim what needs to be trimmed, to him length is not worth retaining if it’s split half to death💀

once detangling’s done, he’ll breeze through the shampoo section

which brings us to his favorite part: deep conditioning

he’s partial to Uncle Funky’s Daughter’s products, combining their Heal & Renew deep conditioner with the Midnite Train leave in to get you allllll the way together.

this, plus a hot oil treatment will have you ready to marry this mf on the spot🧎🏾‍♀️

he knows your hair is a huge source of pride for you, so he does his part to help keep it voluminous and defined whenever he can

does give unsolicited advice (criticism)

but knows when to pull back, knowing that nobody knows what’s best like you do

still won’t keep him from getting pissed at you for not having had a trim in 4 months tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

his strength is cornrows, he keeps a perfect grip that isn’t so tight it’ll snatch your damn edges out but tight enough to last you a while

you always find a way to con him into braiding your hair down before you do an install. how? he don’t know

he loves you, that’s how.

wash days with katsuki are so frustrating, but the both of you wouldn’t give them up even if the world depended on it.

kirishima:

i can’t think of a more supportive (yet clueless) bf

but that doesn’t mean he’s not ready to learn!

it starts when he asked you if you wanted to go out saturday, and you said you couldn’t cause you had to wash your hair

he was like ?????

let’s just go after????

and so you had to break it down to him that your hair requires a lot of attention and care that you NEED a whole day to tend to it, not just wash

he nods, face lighting up as he proposes that he just come over and help

you’re a little hesitant, as you don’t just let anybody play around in ya hair like that

but he says he’s really intrigued and he wants to learn, so you agree

he mostly just watches, not wanting to mess up your flow, but participates on some of the easier parts, like working the curling cream into your locks

he’s also really good with massaging your head while you wash, his fingers nearly putting you to sleep

his sectioning needs a little work, but it’s nothing practice can’t fix

although you really gotta catch him up on what certain things actually mean

mf nearly had a heart attack when you said the words “hot oil treatment” and spazzed thinking you was about to put ya head in some damn chicken grease🕳🤸🏾‍♀️

over time though, he gets better at things like flexi rods, and even learns to do how to do crochets (my heart just MELTED)

he even takes some pointers and gets better at taking better care of his own hair. between hero work, hittin the gym, hanging with you and having “bro time” his hair is the last thing on his mind

plus it’s dyed, so he should be taking better care of it anyway🙄

wash days with kiri are so fun tho, and you’ve even made a habit of spiderman kissing whenever you’re upside down and scrunching your curls🥺🤎

izuku:

asks!!! so!!! many!!! questions!!!

honestly is just happy to be there

wants to know what everything is, what it does, if you like it, etc.

also takes notes on what you do and how you do it so he’ll remember for the future 🥺

he’s so nervous when you ask him if he wants to help

he doesn’t wanna mess it up, your hair’s so pretty 🥺🥺

he has curly hair too, but it’s much easier to manage, so he’s wayyy outta his depth

you help him through each step though, and with some time he gets more and more comfortable

shampoo is his favorite part cause he gets to try and make your hair do different shapes (the number one hero is secretly a big ass baby...who knew)

he’s another one that’s amazed by the way your hair can shrink

he knows your hair’s pretty long, you got a blowout one time and you swear he had a mini stroke for a good five mins with the way he just....froze

he fell even more in love with your hair that day

so to see it so short just wows him

if you’ve got really short 4c type hair, he wants you to go green with him so y’all can match🧚🏾

gets really good at protective styles (especially box braids)

cause at heart he’s a hero and wants to protect everything he loves from harm

yes, that includes protecting your curls from split ends and keeping em fresh.

thanks so much for reading! let me know if you guys want more of these, and feel free to throw me a like or a reblog if you enjoyed! mwah!

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