#OH It’s probably henna right?

[bamboozledchaos]

Indian girlies who have like the hand tattoos make me go AAAAA

#the natural dye thingy #what’s it called again #OH It’s probably henna right?

[agoodficforchii]

Henna Headcanons

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Tartaglia (Childe), Zhongli x Reader (Separately)

Summary: Genshin characters when they see you putting on henna

Word Count: Around 200-300 for each

Warnings/Extra Notes: Mentions of Eid, Mentions of marriage, Reader mentions wearing henna for weddings, Not proofread, Lmk if there's more!!

Alhaitham:

He actually reminded you about getting your henna done

Normally you’d forget about it until the last minute and then panic (no this is not from experience shut up)

And you had forgotten again this year until Alhaitham asked you a question,

“[Name], do you do your own henna?”

You do! You were so proud of it and were about to show off until you realize 

Oh no. You didn’t have any and he just reminded you about it. 

Probably why he asked you because let’s be honest he already knows the answer to that question

You had been staring at your empty hand for the last minute, while Alhaitham was staring at you. His question made you remember your henna or lack thereof. It also made you realize that it was the last day before Eid, meaning the already crowded bazaar would be even more crowded if that's possible. Alhaitham stared at you for a minute more before getting up from the couch with an exasperated sigh. Snapping out of your trance, you looked over to where Alhaitham was grabbing his keys while walking towards the door.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare or get up so we can get you some henna?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

You practically jumped out of your seat and ran towards the door with a slight blush dusting your face. Whether it was a blush out of embarrassment or because Alhaitham was going out on one of the busiest days of the year just for you, you'll never tell.

Ayato:

You did your henna with Ayaka

Like you were sitting in one of the rooms doing your henna when Ayaka walked by and saw

She found it beautiful so she asked if she could watch you putting it on

You obviously weren’t gonna just let her watch.

So that's how Ayato found the both of you putting henna on each other 

Ayato had just arrived back at the estate and all he wanted to do was spend some time with you before having to fill out the mountains of paperwork that awaited him. Walking past a slightly open door he heard his sister asking you a question,

“Ah [Name], am I holding it right?”

Now Ayato would normally leave you two alone but he was also really curious. So, he pushed the door open as quietly as possible to see what was happening. The sight that greeted him was one that made his heart skip a beat. He knew you and Ayaka were close, something which he adored, but seeing you guys interact would always make him fall harder for you. Especially now, seeing you share something important to you with his younger sister. While you were helping Ayaka apply her henna, he noticed your own. He couldn’t help but feel proud seeing how talented you were. He stood there for a few more minutes, unnoticed, before deciding to quickly go and finish his work. After all, how could he not spend all night with you after that sight?

Diluc:

You guys were in the dining room and he was watching you apply your henna

He was so serious about watching it too

Like he would watch you intently, ask questions, and listen to you tell stories about it

While you were talking about when people typically wear henna you brought up marriages

And ohmygod are you saying you want to marry him??? 

Diluc couldn’t take his eyes off you. Everyone knows that he’s always looking at you or for you. But right now he couldn't stop looking at you because you were applying your henna. He couldn’t help it either! You just looked so cute concentrating so hard on making the most perfect lines you could. You were talking about when you would typically wear henna when you mentioned something that literally made Diluc’s heart stop.

“My mom used to tell me how on her wedding night my father spent hours finding all the little references in her henna. I’m sure she exaggerated, but I can’t wait to pick my henna for our wedding.” You said so casually, even ending with a giggle. You didn’t even look away from your hand.

Those words rang through Diluc’s ears. Our wedding. Your wedding with him. Sure he knew he wanted to marry you, but you mentioning it like you were just talking about the weather did something to him. You were still talking but he couldn’t bring himself to fully pay attention. He was too busy thinking about what kind of ring to buy you.

Tartaglia:

He would be so excited about it

Also wants to help you

But sucks at it, it’s okay though because you’re there

Would want to also get henna done

Omg he would brag about your amazing talent in his letters home

You were just peacefully looking at henna designs when suddenly your front door slammed open. You would’ve been terrified if you didn’t hear Childe’s voice approaching your house. You moved over a bit on your couch to let Childe sit down. He started talking about anything and everything but quickly noticed how your attention wasn’t on him but on whatever you were putting on your hand. He got pouty really fast but recovered even quicker. He decided that he would help you. Well, he tried, but it wasn’t too great. You ended up forcing him to sit quietly and just watch you. He got bored though, so he started begging you to get matching henna designs. You decided to just give the two of you simple hearts because it was the fastest cutest thing you could think of. That led to Childe talking about how his family would love you because of how amazing you are. But hey that’s better than him “helping” you.

“Aww babe, you’re so good at this. My s/o is so talented! Tonia would love this, I can’t wait until you meet her.”

Zhongli:

He made you henna

LISTEN IF HE CAN SPEND HOURS MAKING YOU TEA HE WILL MAKE YOU HENNA

Ahem anyway.

He made you henna and applied it for you because he’s perfect like that

As you were walking home, you prayed Zhongli would already be home. It had been a long day and all you wanted was some tea and the presence of your boyfriend. Reaching your front door, you quickly unlocked your door and rushed to take off your shoes. You threw your keys into the mini tray on top of the shoe shelf near your front door, when you noticed Zhongli’s shoes. Knowing he was home you were now even happier to be there. A strong stench of something hit your nose as soon as you entered the house. It smelled like…henna? You were confused since you hadn’t bought any yet and even if you had, why would your house smell like it? You found your answer after you walked into your kitchen. There was a bowl of henna sitting on the countertop. Zhongli walked in shortly after you, and you knew that this was his doing.

“Hello darling, how was your day?” he asked with a small smile.

You also had a small smile on your face as you spent the rest of your day talking to him as he helped you with your henna.

Notes: lol. hi. haha. ANYWAY a week late but here's my Eid post. The diluc one has my whole heart ngl, when will it be my turn to do that. Hope those of you who celebrated Eid had a good one!!

#character x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #ayato #ayato x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #tartaglia #tartagalia x reader #childe x reader #childe #zhongli #zhongli x reader

[heartscrypt]

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"Getting into character for Halloween's fine and all. I just don't know why it has to involve me.."

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dropping the halloween oc sr right after the endless halloween event ends LMFAOOO my timing is so bad.

anyways here's yumi shinomiya, my chapter 4 yuu, being forcibly dragged by ears and tail into halloween festivities. rip bozo. shes more distraught about having to wear a costume the entire time than the Hundreds Of Students Who Have Gone Missing. PRIORITIES, GIRL!

click here for more context on yumi!

voice lines under cut!

Summon = Getting into character for Halloween's fine and all. I just don't know why it has to involve me..

Groovy = Do I bite? Mm, don't push your luck. Once I've sunk my teeth into something, I won't let it go that easily.

Set Home = Woof, or, uh, something. Look, I'd put in more effort if I was, like, actually being paid to do this, but I'm not.

Home Idle 1 = Kalim insisted on the costume, and I'm not exactly in a position to refuse anything that's free. Well, it was Kalim who insisted, but Jamil helped me out with the henna-- he seems pretty used to this stuff.

Home Idle 2 = Grimmy said I don't make a good wolf, and I honestly don't care enough to prove him wrong-- hey, what do you mean, "it's because you're more like a cat than a dog" ?!? What do you mean by that?!?

Home Idle 3 = Halloween at Night Raven College is pretty different from my old school. For one, it seems to involve a lot less illegal-- wait, NDAs definitely don't apply when you're in another universe, right?

Home Login = Here's to a Halloween without any police sirens outside my window at 2 in the morning. Ahaha, just messing with you. It was actually 3 in the morning!

Home Idle Groovy = Trick or treat! Do whatever, I honestly don't mind which one I get as long as neither have any razor blades involved.

Home Tap 1 = Back home, I used to bark at creeps all the time, so howling at other students shouldn't feel any different.. but it's so much more humiliating...

Home Tap 2 = Ehh, it could always be worse than an ears and tail. I could be wearing... whatever the heck Octavinelle's wearing, ahaha! Oh man, if I grabbed one end of those unrolled toilet paper rolls they're wearing and pulled hard enough, I bet they'd spin out of their unraveled costumes like a top.

Home Tap 3 = You know, some people fantasize about romancing werewolves. My take on that is that all the fur they'd probably shed would be super unromantic, but nobody else likes to think about that part of the relationship.

Home Tap 4 = Remember to call Tsunotarou-- err, Malleus-- over here for the group photo. He gets sulky and prone to blowing stuff up if he's not included. You know, he's a lot like a poorly-adjusted teenage girl that way... hm? No, I didn't say anything..

Home Tap 5 = Was that your attempt at a jumpscare? Hah. It'll take a lot more than that to phase me. You, however... I could totally make you run screaming for your mommy if I tried.

Home Tap Groovy = You want to know what Halloween was like back in my world? You're gonna regret asking that.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #yumi shinomiya #heartscribbles #heartscreations #shes so funny. why is she like this #i thought itd be funny to make her unphased by everything and then the one thing that throws her off her idgaf mode is. Halloween costumes #anyways she serves. as always

[disorganizedkitten]

G-day: a celebration of Girlfriends and Glitter

Miraculous Ladybug | 2019 | 2,294 | Ao3 

In the quest to become better people, Chloe and Sabrina took over planning this year's Galentine's Day activities.

Valentine's Day last year had been an adventure. That much could be attested to by anyone. That did not explain why this year, it seemed half of the students were looking forward to the day before more. That half of the school’s population were also only girls.

And Sabrina was beyond excited too. Since the Queen’s debacle, as they had so aptly named the horrific fashion show weekend, Chloe had been eager to prove her worth as a hero, and become the bestest super best friend ever!

And become friends with more people.

It was amazing!

The two of them had been stressing over planning this year’s Galentine's Day party for months, having gotten the go-ahead from Marinette and Rose as soon as Marinette had let it slip that she couldn’t wait to see what Rose planned for this year.

If anybody asked, the amount of glitter favors included were a bargaining chip. And only a bargaining chip. Chloe was not secretly as much of a glitter fan as Rose. And neither was… oh, whatever, Sabrina wasn’t going to deny it. She loved glitter. Sparkles were so pretty!

“See you tomorrow.” Mme. Bustier’s statement was all it took to start the chaos.

“Alright, Fuschia, spill!” Alix leaned over the desk she and Mylene shared, her tiny frame oozing with anticipation.

“Nope,” Chloe shook her head, her ponytail flicking around. “Gather up your things, it’s all going to be a surprise. And we’re taking the limo.”

“Oh that’s so cool!” Rose squealed, skipping down the aisle steps until she was right beside Chloe and Sabrina’s desk. “I’ve always wanted to ride in the limo! It looks so cool!”

“Oh, it’s cooler than cool. And this time, it’s set up for all of us and the driver has the itinerary.”

Rose squealed, clapping her wrists together. “Oh I can’t wait!”

“Then let’s not wait!” Alya dragged Marinette over to the group too. “Galentine's Day fun, here we come!”

“Yeah!” the remaining girls echoed.

Chloe glanced back at Sabrina, an eyebrow raised. Sabrina nodded quickly.

“Then let’s get going girls!”

The limo wasn’t a new experience for Sabrina, but seeing all the other girls crowd into it, oohing and ahhing over the layout, was. Sometimes, Sabrina took the perks of being Chloe’s friend for granted.

“Can you tell us now?” Mylene chanced.

Chloe shook her head. “Nope. We can give out the first set of gifts though!” Chloe reached under the seat and pulled out eight black bags.

“I thought the gift exchange was tomorrow?” Marinette said slowly.

“Oh it is,” Sabrina answered smiling. “But these aren’t for the exchange.”

“Think of them as... favors. Or maybe compensation. For surviving all those years with me being absolutely horrid.”

Another high pitched squeal rang out, and then Chloe and Sabrina were tackled. “I’m so proud of you!” Rose’s initiative served as a cue for the others, and they piled on, too. Probably not safe, since they were in a car that was moving, but Sabrina was not going to complain about hugs.

Eventually they got everyone back to their own seats, and in their seatbelts - if her dad could see this, there would be a safety lecture - and then the black bags were passed around.

Chloe hadn’t let Sabrina come with her when she went to get this set of surprises, so Sabrina was just as eager as the others to see what they had.

Rose got another book of scrapbooking paper, a pink rose, and a set of barrettes. Juleka got a guitar maintenance kit, henna supplies, and a purple rose.

Mylene’s had a personalized button set, a yellow rose, and a card that she didn’t let anybody else read but had made her super excited. Alix’s had a high-end gas mask, a black rose, and new knee pads covered in green, glittery snakes.

Alya’s had an orange rose, a lens for her phone camera, and a subscription to a new superhero comic that was making a name for itself, along with a notice that the previous issues were already shipping to her house. Marinette’s had a magnetic pincushion, a set of gift cards, and a white rose.

And Sabrina’s? Sabrina’s had a new set of notebooks - specifically, kind that she could use easily - a light green rose, and another set of headband supplies.

Were they simple? Yes. Were they still things she was going to use and love forever? Also yes!

A chorus of “Thank you!”s sounded in the car after the bags had gone been emptied, and before anyone noticed the one tiny inconsistency. Marinette was who noticed.

“What’s in your bag, Chloe?”

“Oh this?” Chloe lifted hers, and then flipped it over. “Absolutely nothing. But I need a bag for collecting everything too.”

A round of oohs.

“Mademoiselles, we have arrived.”

“Perfect! Thank you Jean-Claude!” Chloe pulled her sack over her shoulder and smiled. “Pack up, we’re going to be here for a little while.”

“But where is here...” Alix trailed off mid-sentence, catching sight of the sign. “A pool? None of us brought swimsuits.”

Sabrina chuckled. “I may have taken the liberty of talking to parents? It wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew it would have to do with water, right?”

“I want to be creeped out, but for once you didn’t have malicious intent. Pool party time!”

“Good plan, you two,” Marinette smiled. “Everybody loves the pool.”

“Oh, we’re only here for a few hours. We still have movies, crafts and snacks at my place,” Chloe assured her. “But for now, I think Alix needs someone to race.”

Marinette spun, “Hey, wait up! I call first lap lane!”

Chloe held out a fist for Sabrina. “Ready to go have some underwater fun?”

“We are the best planners.” Sabrina tapped her knuckles to Chloe’s. “Let’s go show them how to really rock a swimsuit.”

***

“My hair has so much chlorine in it, it’s going to be brown again by Monday,” Alix plopped onto one of Chloe’s couches, snuggling into the cushions. “Maybe I’ll try green this week.”

“We should have a dye party this weekend!” Rose suggested.

“If we’re not sick of each other by tomorrow morning,” Alya moaned. “Juleka, how did I not know you were that good of a swimmer?”

“No idea,” Juleka shrugged.

“So what’s next, Fuchsia?” Alix turned to the blonde, who was similarly splayed on the other side of the couch.

“We were supposed to build picture frames and then watch a movie, but I don’t want to get up. Anybody opposed to movies and chocolates right now, and crafts after?”

“But if we start watching movies now, we might forget about the picture frames.”

“Myleneeeeeee!” Alya whined.

“It was just swimming you guys. Alya, you chase Akuma across half the city almost daily. How are you tired from this?” Marinette propped herself up to stare at the brunette.

“The Miracle Cure heals all my excursion.”

“That is not how it works.” four voices replied.

“Fine. What do we have to build the frames?”

“There’s foam, there’s bases, there’s around seventy colors of glitter, some pipe-cleaners, stickers, foam stickers, paper, pictures, some paints, and a lot of glue,” Sabrina informed them.

“Well, come on guys! The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can laze around and watch TV for seven hours.” Marinette pumped her fist as she got up.

“It won’t be seven hours!” Alya argued, standing up to help pull the supplies out. “Chloe?”

“Cabinet on the other side of the bed.”

“Thanks.”

Rose hopped up to help too, vanishing from sight as she rounded the corner.

“Marinette should not have that much stamina,” Alix sighed. “I am never this tired after racing Kim. And he does this regularly. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Alix, Marinette hasn’t made sense since the Miraculous appeared. Maybe even since before. There is no constant with her,” Chloe groaned back. She should know. Before Marinette had friends, she and Sabrina knew Marinette the best. That sounds very sad when it’s put that way.

“I heard that!”

“If you want a constant, you can always count on her tripping!”

“Alya!”

“Sorry, sorry. Hand me that glue bottle too, will you?”

“Here.”

The three girls came back into view, dropping their loads onto the coffee table.

“Alright girls!” Chloe was back in business. “Let’s build some frames!”

***

“Juleka, can you pass me that foam rose?” Mylene leaned over, pointing the item in question. Juleka nodded and tossed it to her, going back to her crosshitching afterwards.

“Alya, look!” Marinette held up a tiny fox decal excitedly, elbowing her friend.

Alya glanced up and gasped. “Oh, it’s perfect! I am definitely putting it in with the turtle. Thank you!” Marinette blindly dropped the sticker into Alya’s outstretched hand, her nose already buried in sticker sheets again.

“Mylene, do you still need a feather charm?” Chloe glanced across the floor. “I just found a really cool bead if you do.”

“I do!” Mylene answered quickly, holding out a hand. “Thank you, Chloe!”

Chloe handed the bead to Rose, who passed it to Mylene. “Of course!”

“I love the symbols, Mari.” Alix leaned over, eye’s trained on the markings Marinette was writing on the edge of her frame. “Chinese?”

“Kind of! It’s a dying sub-dialect, but I love the way it looks, and writing on here will help me always remember it!”

“Sounds wicked awesome! Hey, if it’s dying, what if you teach us, and we revive it as our gal-code?”

Marinette giggled. “I don’t think I know it that well, but it does make a pretty good code.”

“Here, Sabrina.” Mylene nudged her, holding out an origami flower with a pearl in the center.

Sabrina gasped, covering her dopey smile. “Oh, Mylene, it’s adorable! I love it!” She took it carefully, holding it against different parts of her frame to see where it would look best. “I’m going to put it in the top corner. It’ll be a perfect centerpiece to the flowers!”

“Chloe look!” Marinette held up another sticker, this one a cartooned bee. “If you color the eyes, it’ll look like Pollen!”

“Wait really?” Chloe shot to her feet and maneuvered her way over to beside  Marinette. “You’re right! That’s awesome, Marinette! Can I put it on my frame?”

“Of course!”

“Hold up,” Alix waved her hands. “Since when do you have a pet bee named Pollen?”

“Pollen is not a pet!” Chloe snapped. At the raised eyebrows of most of the group she forcibly got ahold of herself. “Sorry. Pollen is my Kwami. Marinette saw her during the ‘debacle’.”

“And a Kwami is?” Rose prompted.

“The creatures that power the Miraculous.” Alya answered boredly.

“How do you know, Cèsaire?”

Alya’s head snapped up, eyes wide behind her glasses. “Ladybug! Of course. How else would I know?”

She was so lying, but Sabrina wouldn’t push it.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Chloe shrugged. Did it actually or was she doing the same thing Sabrina was? Either way, finding a kwami-esque sticker was cute. Chloe moved back to her original seat, grabbing a sheet of flower stickers as she sat down.

 Mylene gasped, leaning over to tap Rose’s shoulder. “Rose! Look! Glitter animal stickers! They’re so cute!”

Rose squealed back, taking one of the sheets to examine herself. “Oh my gosh, they are!”

***

They ended up moving on from picture frames to bookmarks, and then to cards. Chloe pulled the snacks out around four-thirty, but they didn’t start the movies until closer to seven. After there had been an inpromtu glitter war. The cleaning staff had their work cut out for the fifteenth. Well, power to them if they succeeded.

First on the movie list was Bridesmaids, a romcom from a few years ago that Rose had already had planned to watch.

“Oh you kept this one! I love it!” Rose clapped her hands as the opening titles played. “It’s so-”

“No spoilers!” Alya cut her off. “I want to figure it out on my own!”

“It’s not a mystery,” Juleka said.

Alya huffed, tossing a pillow at the duo and hugging another one. “Not who did it, who she’s going to end up with!”

“Uh-”

“Spoilers!”

Rose pouted at Alya, crossing her legs and hugging her own pillow. Juleka patted her head. “Just enjoy the movie. She’ll love it too.”

“Right.”

 "Candy popcorn anyone?" Marinette asked, sitting down on the edge of the couch with a large bowl of the stuff.

 "Yes please!"

 "I do!"

 "Yes!"

 "Oohh!"

 "Of course."

 "Pass the bowl around!" Alix ended the series of confirmations. "Everybody grab a handful and then pass it on."

 "But that'll get it on my clothes!"

****

Three movies in, and most of the girls were asleep. Sabrina wasn’t exactly sure why she wasn’t too, not at first. And then the room lit up for a moment, an explosion sounding from outside. Must be another Akuma attack. Hopefully it wouldn’t get any closer to the hotel.

Sabrina counted heads as she waited, wishing she was a heavier sleeper. Everyone looked to be there. Without her glasses everything was really fuzzy, add that to the darkness and she could only tell you who was where by memory. But there were changes in the shadows in all the right spots.

Another flash, this time pink, and a couple of sparkles rubbed against the window. Looked like it was over. Sabrina adjusted her position, closing her eyes again. It had been a fun day. And an exhausting one. Tomorrow she was going to use one of the glitter bath bombs Chloe was going to give out, and spend a few hours relaxing on her own. And then she'd try to get the glitter out of her hair.

It would be quiet without the chatter from the other girls.

#Getting the point where my authors notes aren't explaining every little thing in the story is character development #I'm still bad at it tho #sabrina raincomprix #chloe bourgeois #miraculous ladybug #jaymeow writes #marinette dupain-cheng #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #alix kubdel #mylene haprele #Valentines day #galentines day #Crossposting spam #am so tired #old writing #oneshot #drabble

[hauntedpearl]

No what's the modern girl wedding ep like

oh god it's soooo awful. the wedding sari was SO UGLY it's like they heard wedding sarees = kundans and just PILED THEM ON and there was AN AISLE THE GIRL JUST WALKED ON before she got the wedding stage which was TWO CHAIRS (CHAIRS!!! CHAIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and NOTHING else. the priest is just standing there. HE WAS SAYING THR BLESSING IN ENGLISH I WANTED TO DIE. no Mangal Sutra btw. they replaced the rings with the garlands. and i got too upset to watch further. i just love Indian weddings so much AND THIS MADE ME MADDD

also. the sari her "maid of honor" wears is SO BAD my mom would shoot me dead before she let me wear that to a wedding like she would literally shoot me dead I'm not even joking. also. cece says there's no maid of honor in Indian weddings but like. WE DO!! it's just handled differently.

ALSO. the saddest excuse of a baraat I've ever seen btw. IN BROAD DAYLIGHT EVEN.

also. also. in the episode preceding this one, cece wears henna and falls asleep on her hand AND IT TRANFERS TO HER FACR LIKE A TEMPORARY TATTO DESIGN AND ALL???? like you've probably seen wedding henna right, it dries on one hand in the time it takes for them to do it on the other. and then even if you sleep on it, the most that'll happen is it'll flake off early and the design will be lighter and slightly messed up. but oKAY SURE. like it was so bad the design got onto her face and when she tried to wipe it off she had a black beard like she did it with eyeliner or sth sO STUPID OH MY GODDDD

#the desi stuff was relatively okay until these two episodes #I AM HORMONAL AND IN PAIN AND THIS MADE ME SOOO NAD #hollywood maybe try #i know budgets are an issue but you can DO A SMALL BUT LOVELY WEDDING SCENE LIKE IT'S NOT IMPOSSIBLE #Oughhhhhhh #racism is fun! #doe's inbox

[thewinshitters]

Beautiful Spouse’s Watches The Winchesters

S01x10 Suspicious Minds

I had an emergency appendectomy yesterday so both of us are tired. We are watching LIVE

We’re time traveling I think

“thats an awfully clean car”

“I figured it was going to go the other way” “aww. That wasn’t a very juicy beating”

That pot roast is going to get burnt

“That was a gritty intro” “That monster BOX of yours” “the audio is slightly better” “denied” “Dean always got a happy ending hahahah” “What’s about the tools on the van wall then there’s a skull” “does Carlos’s jacket need shoulder pads? Lata is wearing them. I think his jacket needs them” “are we going to have some neurodivergent monsters here?” “A monster? Oh just a British guy” “this is getting better” “I like the camera work and audio better. I think it’s flowing better” “hey the hotel” girlfriend gay

“Lobotomy?” “uh huh” “do you truly know a guy?” “I want donuts” “here comes trouble” DEANNNNNNNNNNN

“Or when he is? Hahah” lol I love Carlos and Lata

The henna is super cool

“Love how scientific that spell measurement is” “so is the guy actually the assistant?” “yeah you have that kind of tea Carlos” “dumping it? What the fuck?” “that’s not how you untie a knot but ok, but they left the strings for him to figure it out”

“Look at all that loose room. You should be able to get out of that. Don’t use a razor blade; you’ve got to be kidding me” “lobotomy town”

“So is he the assistant?”

“Why does he wanna marry Mary? What a creepy old man”

“Thats a lobotomized monster, right?” “getting dropped on your head probably isn’t good for me” “they needed 3 camera transitions for that one shot” “nice” “nice. Did it kill both of them?” “how romantic. I feel like that could have been longer than 1 episode, but I like this episode a lot” “not very deep” “yeah John, right?” “what do you think? A 2” grave? They covered blankets with dust” “Why are they making such a big deal about Anton? What’s his angle?” “yup. Let’s hide in a perfectly lit area. We are allergic to shadows” “isn’t that part you could have avoided? You could have run away”

#beautifulspousewinchesters #the winchesters prequel #the winchesters spoilers #spnwin #spnwin spoilers

[papermoonloveslucy]

LAUGHIN’ IN THE RAIN

Lucille Ball & Precipitation

Lucille Ball was not just a fair-weather comedienne, she braved the elements to make us laugh. 

Here are a few soggy examples of Lucy in the Rain. Open your umbrellas!

On “Bob Hope's Unrehearsed Antics of The Stars” (September 28, 1984) Lucille Ball recounted her soggy 1938 audition for the role of Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With The Wind, reading for producer David O’Selznik. 

“I climbed into my old rattletrap car and as I reached Culver City I got caught in the biggest cloudburst I ever saw. The streets were flooded. My car stalled. I had to get out and wade six blocks to the studio. I got to the Selznick office looking like a drowned rat. My hair was down over my face and the henna was running and so was my mascara. I was soaked clear through.”

Lucille was not asked to screen test and - as everyone knows - the role went to English actress Vivien Leigh. 

On June 14, 1944, columnist Howard Carroll reported that Lucille Ball was in the running to play Sadie Thompson in the Broadway musical adaptation of the play Rain by Vernon Duke and Howard Dietz. Instead, the role went to Ethel Merman, who (probably smelling a flop) left the production after a week and a half of rehearsals and was replaced by June Havoc. The show opened at the Alvin Theatre (now the Neil Simon) on November 16, 1944 and ran just 60 performances. Lucy (and Merman) were right!  Lucille Ball would eventually get to Broadway in the 1960 musical Wildcat at (coincidentally) the Alvin Theatre. 

Rain was based on a short story by W. Somerset Maugham about a prostitute on a tropical island. A persistant rainstorm is both symbolic and literal. The story was dramatized in 1922 and was a big hit on Broadway and London’s West End. Ethel Mertz says she saw Bankhead in the play in “The Celebrity Next Door” (1957) with guest star Tallulah Bankhead, the second episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”.  Bankhead starred in a 1935 revival of the play, which closed after just 47 performances. 

Costume designer Elois Jenssen sketched this design for Lucille Ball’s character, a dancer based in London, in the film Lured (1947). London is famous for its rainy weather, so this raincoat (with tartan plaid scarf and lining) would be key. 

“Valentine’s Day” is episode #30 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on February 11, 1949. Liz (Lucille Ball) finds herself in court over a love triangle between her, Katie the Maid (Ruth Perrott), and Mr. Dabney the butcher (Hans Conried). Judge Skinner (Gale Gordon) metaphorically pointificates before hearing the case.

JUDGE: “There is no problem too big to solve. Into every life a little rain must fall. Every cloud must have a silver lining, and it is always darkest before the dawn.”  LIZ: “Well, now that we’ve had the weather report, let’s get on with the case.”

In 1952′s “Vacation from Marriage” Lucy and Ethel get stranded on the roof in their nightgowns. Huddling together against the elements, it starts raining!  

LUCY: “Oh! Ethel, it's raining.” ETHEL: “Oh, fine. Of all the things, it has to rain too.” LUCY: “Look! (points) It isn't raining out there.”

They look up and see Ricky and Fred spraying them with a hose!

The “I Love Lucy” Raincoat by Monsanto, made of Ultron vinyl. 

“Ricky’s Hawaiian Vacation” (1954) finds the Ricardos on a radio quiz show. Ricky is tasked with singing songs that will trigger things to be dumped on Lucy. First up is 1928′s “I Get the Blues When It Rains” by Marcy Klaubner and Harry Stoddard.  

FREDDY FILLMORE: “Mrs. Ricardo, every time he says the word ‘rain’ you pull that cord. You got the idea? LUCY: “Yeah, I got it.” RICKY: (sings) “I get the blues when it rains...” LUCY: “Yeah, boy! (Lucy pulls the cord and a spritz of water hits her in the face) Wait a minute, wait a minute. What's he got the slicker on for?” FREDDY FILLMORE: “Well, I was afraid some of that rain might splash and get on him.”

“In Palm Springs” (1955), the girls decide to go to Palm Springs while the boys stay in Los Angeles to go to a ballgame. 

ETHEL: (reading the newspaper) “It says here this is the first time it's rained in Palm Springs during this month in 20 years.” LUCY: “No kidding. Well, leave it to us to pick this time.” ETHEL: “Any break in the clouds?”  LUCY: (staring out the window) “Oh, I wasn't looking at that. I thought maybe a movie star would float by.”

RICKY: (staring out the window) “Is it ever gonna stop raining?” FRED: “Aw, what's the difference? The ball game's called off.”  RICKY: “Well, we can't play golf and we can't go swimming. What are we gonna do?” FRED: “Well, if this rain keeps coming down, we might as well start building an ark.”

In “Paris at Last” (1956) Lucy meets a counterfeiter (Lawrence Dobkin) outside the American Express Office. A travel poster in the window reads No Rain In Portugal, But Tourists Pour In. 

In “Lucy and Superman” (1957) Lucy crawls out onto the ledge to pretend to be Superman for Little Ricky’s birthday party. Little does she know the real Superman is inside. When it starts raining, Superman comes to her rescue. The downpour is set up by the writers when a prospective tenant (Ralph Dumke) closes and locks the window Lucy crawled out of. 

HERBERT: “Oh, it's raining in. I'll close the window for Mrs. Mertz.”

The final clinch between Nicky (Desi) and Tacy (Lucy) in The Long, Long Trailer (1954) happens in the pouring rain. 

Lucy and Desi drenched but happy as they wrapped filming. 

Lucille Ball guest-starred on “The Danny Kaye Show” in 1962. A trilogy of sketches skewering fine dining finds Lucy and Danny soaked to the skin while eating in a jungle rainforest.

“The Lucille Ball Show aka Mr. and Mrs.” (1964) ends with Lucy and Gale Gordon tracking down Bob Hope entertaining the troops in a jungle where it starts to pour. 

“My Fair Lucy” (1965) was a satire on the stage and screen hit My Fair Lady. The famous elocution rhyme from the original is “The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain.”  Here it is “The rain in Maine stays mainly on the grain.” 

“Lucy the Rain Goddess” (1966) ~ While at a dude ranch, Lucy discovers her head at the top of a totem pole. The Native Americans who live on the property think she’s the incanation of their rain goddess!  In the end, it does rain - but it is a shower of oil!

“Lucy’s Safari” (1969) ~ To track down a rare escaped Gorboona, the Carters dress in native outfits and perform a dance routine. Harry's dance steps conjure up a rain storm that only falls on him – not once but twice. The rule on “Here’s Lucy” is that where there's water - Harry will get wet!

“Lucy and Carol Burnett aka The Unemployment Follies” (1971) ~ As the finale, the entire ensemble is dressed in rain slickers and performs “Singin’ in the Rain” written by Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown in 1931.It was most famously featured in the film Singin’ in the Rain in 1952. Jack Benny strolls in at the end selling umbrellas! 

“Lucy and Aladdin’s Lamp” (1971) ~ Lucy, Kim and Craig discover what they believe to be a magic lamp at their garage sale. A series of coincidences convince them it might be real. Kim mentions her favorte flavor of ice cream. After a clap of thunder, Harry (Gale Gordon) enters from a driving rainstorm carrying the exact same flavor of ice cream! 

“Lucy and Curtis Are Up a Tree” (1986) ~ In this unaired episode of “Life With Lucy”, Lucy and Curtis (Gale Gordon) get stuck in a treehouse. When the family finally rescues them, it starts to pour!  

Being The Ricardos (2021) features a scene where Lucille Ball (Nicole Kidman) walks blankly through a torrential rain in her pajamas. She has just realized that Desi has been unfaithful. Lucy’s stroll through the storm is symbolic of her choice to carry on despite the flaws of her marriage and her ability to weather the storm of Desi’s affairs.

#Lucille Ball #Rain #Weather #I Love Lucy #Gale Gordon #Vivian Vance #Wiliam Frawley #Desi Arnaz #Nicole Kidman #Danny Kaye #Bob Hope #Tallulah Bankhead #Superman #The Lucy Show #Here's Lucy #Life With Lucy #Being the Ricardos #The Long Long Trailer #TV #storm #Singing in the Rain #Lured #My Fair Lady

[erigold13261]

I know that Halloween was yesterday. But what do you think that the characters in the NSR Psychonauts AU would wear for halloween?

I'm gonna be honest, I forget who is what in that AU other than Hollis being Eve and Raz being Sayu lol. Oh I also remembered Crispin is DJSS, Milla is Mayday, and Sasha is Zuke (and maybe Ford is Tatiana if I remember correctly? That one I'm not sure on, I can't remember the rest. I wish I remembered who Compton was)

I can see Hollis dressing up more octopus-like, because right now she is a lot more casino than octopus, so she could easily just lean a lot more heavily into the octopus theme. If she has the extra hands that Eve has then she can incorporate that into her design, maybe with some pretty henna tattoos to mimic the patterns and colors of a blue-ringed octopus!

I don't know for Raz. Him looking like a sailor most of the time probably would make him not want to dress as something like that. If this would be like my version of NSR Sayu, then Raz would be used to promote Halloween products, maybe candy and decorations. He'd probably have a very complex and detailed design, based off of spooky sea ships, like a haunted ship maybe? (oh! he could sell sea salt taffy lol!) But yeah, I can see him being used as a walking ad. If he could dress himself without having to worry about advertisement then hmmmmm... maybe he could be a mutated fish monster (lungfish) or he could be one of those people who carry around a prop with them and he could be a giant.

Crispin for some reason I see as using his scarves (scarf?) to create a spiral galaxy and just call it a day. Like he gets a specific pattern of scarf to use for it. If he's like DJSS then he'll be pretty lazy with his costume, plus Crispin didn't seem like much of a person who would dress up in the game. Maybe he might just not dress up and come as himself but he'd say something like "I dressed up as the most famous DJ in the world" only for someone to go "You don't look like Skrillex" just to piss him off lol

Milla and Sasha would probably have a couples costume. I can see them as a salt and pepper shaker costume with Sasha as the pepper and Milla as the salt but she tie dies her costume fun colors.

As individuals, pre-revolution Milla would dress up as whoever the Kul Fyra is in this AU (I don't remember), while post-revolution she might uh... she could be a lamp. I don't know why but I see her dressing up as a lamp, or a broken TV just to mess with Sasha a little.

Sasha as an individual costume I for some reason see as a cigarette. Just a walking cigarette. Maybe he might put on some stitches and go as Frankenstein's monster and Milla can go as the bride, but that would be another couples costume. I'm not having much thoughts for Sasha as an individual costume... OH! Mad scientist! Duh! He'd literally just dress up in his lab coat (or maybe he would be dressing as a welder, because Zuke does some welding in NSR so I can see Sasha being a big welder and just deciding to wear that instead of a real costume).

Ford as Tatiana? Hmmmm... Well I can see Ford dressing as any of his... personas? Is that what they are called? Would that be respectful? But like, I can see him as dressing up as a Ranger, Cook, Fisherman, Barber... any of those. Honestly I think Ranger might be the best one because it gives power and holds some authority, which is something I feel like Tatiana would want if she would be dressing up. Like, I definitely don't see either of those characters dressing up as like, a standard witch or monster, but dressing as a Chef or Ranger or Pirate Captain? Yeah, I can see that for them.

Aaaaand... Those are all the ones I can remember! I'm super not good with coming up with costume ideas. I was literally a fox for like 8 years in a row because I didn't have ideas/money to buy costumes. But yeah, that's all I got for these.

#psychonauts #nsr #psychonauts au #othau #noart #asks #eritalks

[kevcanwait]

A scenario that I can’t get out of my head. wooo 🥳 My character is in a relationship with Jisung because I love him and he’s adorable and I love his energy.

—-

I walked into my dorm after my trip to visit my family during my vacation time, a fun time with my family and celebrating my sisters engagement.

We had three weddings in a week which shocked me since I didn’t know they were doing three. Traditional American for our grandma, traditional Korean wedding for our mom, and traditional Indian for her husband and our fathers families. So many outfits…so many family members asking me multiple times when I got so big.

Anyway, Walking into the dorm I was met with silence. They must be out. I knew sooner rather then later that I would be doing work and practicing (probably tomorrow) so I went to my room and put my stuff away or the be washed then took a shower.

I was getting dressed when I heard the door open. “Did you not lock the door?” “I swear I did. I even double checked.” Did they forget I was coming back in a week?

Before they could think someone broke in, I stepped out of my room and over to the commotion while pulling my shirt over my head and covering myself.

“Hi guys.” I smile and they turn towards me. “Oh, did you unlock the door. “Uh, yeah. Of course I did, I came home from my break today.”

Han pads over to me and grabbed my hands. Oh, shoot, Maya said I could get henna for her wedding. “What’s this? It’s nice.” He looked at the flower pattern I let her choose for me and traced the lines with his other hand. “Right, it’s henna. Kinda like a temporary tattoo. My sister had three weddings this week. I was so caught up in the celebrations that I didn’t think about my literal job, I hope I can hide this until it goes away next Saturday.”

“I could always ask if you can show it in public.” Chan calls from behind me. “Thanks.”

“Hey, Jay?” I turn back to Han and he has an adorable shine in his eyes, I chuckle with a wide smile. “What’s that look for, Sungie?” “We missed you and I want to know more about this side of your family.”

“Really?” I double check and he sighs, his forehead landing on my chest as he leaned forward. “I…missed you…Hyung…” “There it is.” I giggle, tightly hugging him around his waist and shoulders.

He hid his face in my shoulder as I lean down slightly and kiss his shoulder. “Come on, my mom was the artist and gave me some henna, I can show you how it’s done.” He smiled up at me and pulled me to my room but I stopped him. “After, I properly say hello to the others.” He sighs but let’s go of my hand, I barely got to get a famous Felix hug when an impatient Han pulled me away to teach him about my father’s side of the family.

Eventually, he fell asleep on my chest while I was telling details from each wedding but unfortunately I had to move to wrap his hand so the small henna pattern I drew wouldn’t smug. Nothing big, just a small flower then our initials.

I bet he’ll be showing it off all week until it’s gone but I don’t care. He’s adorable.

#bleh #random #my brain is weird #real life #straykids #bang chan #stray kids #hyunjin #changbin #han jisung #male character

[ellemany]

Tag Nine People You Want To Get To Know Better

(Yes, I want to procrastinate again)

Fav Color: I'm into pastel colors now, like light pink, tuquoise, etc.

Currently reading: Caham, let's go

The Henna Artist (delicious)

Dragons of Ether 4th (not translate to english yet and finally getting interesting)

Full dark, No Stars (I'm still deciding if I want to keep going because I'm with 433890 new traumas)

Modo Aleatório (Random Mode) (Cute tale for purify my mind after Full dark, No Stars)

The Woman in the Window (in audiobook and the narrator it's like *chef's kiss*)

Last song: Right now is "Unbreakable" by BUNT. ft. Clarence Coffee Jr." (Gosh, I love pre made playlist)

Last series: This is Us (because my dad accidentally delete my Pachinko file and my mom and I had to came back to this show)

Last movie: Medida Provisória (Provisional Measure) (oh Brazilian cinema <3)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Yes.

Relationship status: Jennie once said "I'm going solo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo"

Favorite food: Pão de batata (Potato Bread, that I'm pretty good at cooking it but I'm too lazy to do something for me)

Song stuck in my head: MEU DEUS MEU SENHOR (MY GOD MY LORD)

Last thing I googled: "The Woman in the Window" because I didn't know the correct translation

Dream vacation: Tokyo. Why do you think that Yoru still exists for me?

Currently working on: Beyond college stuff (*nervously laughing*) I'm doing fic covers and translating two more fics. I was also editing that Big fic (don't expect that this one will be translated soon. It is literally a hundred pages right now and probably will get bigger.). Aaalso, yeah you know, more than 20 works to finish... Yeah it's all under control.

tagged by: @hvstias (you're funny and creative <3 thx for the tag)

Tagging: @o-mio-babbino (annoying you it's my job) @iridiansun @legitelizabethwwefan @made-with-magic @honestlyitsjustsam (Y'all are so cool) aaand anyone else :3

#Many is procrastinating #again #me trying

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.    

If she ever watched Bayden from afar at all she should probably know if he doesn’t follow asylum rules what in the world made her think he would follow her instructions? She should have expected as much.

Then Celestis said the funniest thing yet.

“Didn’t really take you for a Burnette && shallow type.”  

“Said no one ever.” Bayden started cracking up laughing at her.  “Excuse me for not liking Barbie doll bitches. Is that what you look like Celestis? Are you a Barbie doll bitch stuck in a cute, little, freckle faced girl and can’t take it? Is that why you’re really such a brat? Cause you can’t pull off sassy leader of the solo mean girl club anymore?”

Oh, this was a riot.

“Some guys happen to like the girl next door. So eff off on your own shallowness Freckle hater.”

Coffee? Wtf? Now she was suddenly going on about coffee. This chick man.

“Yeah, it’s called welcome to the community room. Gross and free for the rest of our days here. I’m not allowed off property still, but thanks for the reminder.”

“Are you really asking me for my sign right now Celest? You know that’s everyone’s go to cheesy pick up line. If I didn’t know any better I might start to think you like me.”

Then he decided to humor her.

“October. Libra. It doesn’t really mean anything.”

His assisted living home. Sore subject.

“My princess cottage. Right. No. Did you forget or did I forget to tell you? I got kicked out. I’m stuck in a manor room until further notice. It’s fucked.”

“They’re keeping me where they can keep a closer eye for awhile. Ma said maybe I can go back next month if I don’t have anymore incidents. I’m stuck in with the peasants again.”

Celest has walked them all the way to the gravesite area. It was a little gloomy to think of patients who died here and had nowhere else to be buried but here. No one wanted to take them home to a family site. Briarcliff for all eternity. Bayden wasn’t a fan.

       UNFORTUNETLY she has && not by c h o i c e.  Also learned from personal experience(s).  Though no doubt Celestis will keep trying regardless.

       Well he did clear some things up.  No doubt she always thought Bayden had a very high lean towards males over women.  TIME && t i me again had she seen Bayden next to drop dead gorgeous senoritas.  Noticing he always had this look on his face as if there was just something smelly under his nose.  “Makes sense.”  Sounding as if she was clear on something.  That he wasn’t really bisexual with a strong male lean, he just didn’t want to date anyone remotely looking like his sister.

       However, she was noticing Bayden was acting really different.  Different from normal.  It started from the strange look he gave her when they met.  To the touch of his hand with her hair.  Saying things like cute-little-freckle-faced-girl && maybe she can’t take it?  C e l e s t i s couldn’t see the cute little freckled face girl since she despised everything about ROWAN.

       Making a long annoyed augh sound of absolute annoyance.  

       “I have no idea what I look like right now!  Thanks for asking!”  If she did, Celestis would’ve known!

       “Last time I checked Rowan’s Instagram in my body was a couple months ago.”  Recalling the horror of Rowan using her body to take dumb photo’s of her looks eating ice-cream. && showing off her boyfriend’s name written in sharpie or henna below her wrist in a dumb dress && in his car or someone’s car anyway.

       “Wouldn’t put it pass me that she’d do something STUPID in my b o d y like dye my hair blond.  I don’t even want to think of her taste in tattoo’s.”  Nearly cringing as she probably would find all her EX-b o y f r i e n d s names tattooed somewhere horribly easy to see like under the ribs or some dumb shit.

       “Don’t you dare start bringing you’re sister into this!  She just might magically show up && start a fight for leadership of this solo mean girl club that I want nothing apart of!!!”  Screw leadership.  That took to much time && effort that Celestis didn’t have nor care to have.

       “Duly noted now can we stop talking about Rowan?”  She asked irritable.  Wanting to kick herself for acting as if she had a reason to be jealous, looking a little uncomfortable as she didn’t really want to compare the two by looks.  She didn’t even want to think about something like that.

       “Unlike you.  I can wait.”  If there was one thing Celestis could do was wait.  Unlike himself she also had patience.  She didn’t have to know his story right away.  Especially when they both wouldn’t be getting out for a while anyway.  

       “Cheesy pick-up lines are never the answer.  && it’s good to know what I’m dealing with.”  It also helped to mark his birthday month.  Somehow it wasn’t about the day they were born that mattered but more the month of there zodiac when it was just Rowan && herself when they were just kids.  Only Rowan’s was celebrated because she couldn’t ever come to a decision.  Finding it much easier to remember zodiacs over birthdays anyway.

       “Why does that not surprise me.”  So very humored taking a jab at Bayden.  “Since that head of yours has always been so full of hot air.  I’m surprised you’re brain isn’t baked yet!”  As she wasn’t going to tell him she believed he was wrong.  It did matter in a lot more ways then one, but it’s not that kind of day to get into it.  Celestis was way to tired for that kind of conversation right now.

       They talked briefly about it but he didn’t state his new whereabouts.  Not sure where that puts her after her TRANTRUM moments ago.  Along with failing her lie detector test about her personal issues && why she was here seeking HELP that she didn’t need h e l p with.  If anything she could always lie through her teeth about making sure everyone knew she wasn’t the HORRORv i l l e killer && why she was there for the feeble minded.  Only having thoughts of breaking into Bayden’s room && either stealing his chair to paint on it or something else.  It gave her time since PRINCESS B a y d e n won’t be there.

       Parts of Celestis would rather, if she did die on these grounds be a lot happier buried then cremated.  She didn’t like the idea of being cremated && having to share her urn with other people.  GROSS.  The whole roomies && being communally combined grossed her out just to much.  It also didn’t help she lived in someone else’s body, as she could only hope she finds a way back to her own to die.  She also didn’t want to be left on a shelf.  Alone.  Forgotten.  Smothered in dust in some corner from years of sitting on a shelf in dim darkness.

       Making there visit as quick as possible, sensing Bayden’s displeasure as she found the Gardenia bush.  The only one she knew of thus far was in this area.

        Plucking a few from the bush.  Celestis liked the smell of them, as it was a rather strong floral aroma that's slightly sweet.  It was Calming && Celestis hoped it would take the edge off her emotions, as she felt they were all over the place right now.  It was sort of like her emotions and physical state felt like bumper cars in her body as she picked a few more for herself looking at Bayden when she was done.  “Where to now?”

#bayden wardeyn #montywonmom #━━ ✧ spilled ink. | interactions #━━ 🌊 saltyxtides. | ahv

[the-firebird69]

You can see here what the old clown motorcycles look like they're kind of bulky a little bit with a big huge tank and a huge seat and look kind of funny and tires and rims and wheels is the regular size they had normal fenders but really it looked a little odd because the seats are big and the tanks are big people didn't figure it out but they would drive them from work and to work they had a lot of gas and they'd use them for the ACT and they get paid for using their own motorcycle so they change the seat for comfort cuz it's a longer ride and they put a bigger tank so they suggested we do it and we're going to do that. That's what people need and we're going to do it on the RTA stitch frame and we're going to start it up with consortiums wherever we can get people to build it were going to start now

Thor Freya

Olympus

I think we might get involved in help engineer it the frame has to be engineered and it's true it has to be engineered for a certain weight and certain live load and use and really if you put the connections together like I did and the steel you might find that it's rated for very very heavy but the design needs to be made and I'm thinking this kind of design just a simple simple bike and we're going to go ahead and do it I like the idea this is awesome I want to be part of it I'm going to see if they're going to do this clown ride around the parks down there and to fisherman's village up and down and maybe we'll just put on the little carnival of our own it's like a church fundraiser or several churches for paint facing face painting and Grandma can get into it and it's probably her influence and she knows how to do this stuff and we're stuck in the mud and Camilla and she wants to be a cat woman and that's odd it looks like your mom is back in town and she's smiling I'm going to be at war a warrior Indian they say no so he says

Ken

you got to get these bikes together and someday you do the same thing for churches and you have them down there and they're going to do like a fundraiser and give away a few bikes and have our son drive it on the park grounds it's not legal but who cares

Thor Freya

Wow that's a great idea Ken we're going to go ahead and do this and we're going to come up with renderings and designs and we're going to do the carnival and we'll have drawings and we'll do a drawing and we'll have the fundraiser stuff and food and people can buy tickets for food and it'll be raising money for the church and we'll have a clowns going up and down was dressed up bicycles we've done this before we have all the stuff

Trump

There's a damn surprise right there LOL I used to have it but I move all the time and nobody lets me keep anything

Zues Hera

Yeah that's kind of sucks

Brad I got to get into this this is a fun idea we get a few churches together and usually there are a few that do it but there's a lot and each one can have a certain thing there's some of them that have temporary tattoos and their church people and henna and face painting I got to get this going this is a great idea

We're going to try and help out and he wants his grandma to help out cuz it needs to organize her she knows how to do it and she's going to try and get people up there even Tommy F he needs to wear makeup he's laughing and he says yeah this is the thing to do and I can get a church I did going and maybe the dunk tank you can rent them and I might do that that's kind of my style

And yeah that was Tommy f but we're going to go ahead and try and do stuff too

Olympus

We have food trucks that can go there and donate part of the proceeds this is a great idea we're not doing anything and I'm there and I think we should do it and he wants us to get together with the idea is to talk about the stitch bike and what better place than down by the boats and people can't get a boat they can't afford one and he says it might work for a boat cuz you could use metal sheet oh s*** he just had an idea so we have two things to talk about we really want the motorcycle

I'm going to start to organize this with churches

Bja

Olympus

[themockturtlesoup]

My Hair Journey

I was born with a head full of hair. Until puberty, I had so much hair that I couldn't grasp my ponytail in one hand. Then hairfall started. But everyone gets hairfall. It's natural to lose up to 100 strands a day, right?

Until I went to my aunt's wedding. And her brother, who saw me after a long time, literally gasped at the volume of my braid. "What happened to your hair?" I probably showed my dismay. My grandmother, bless her kindly heart, said, " Oh, she just has soft hair like her mum." That stopped the discussion, but the hairfall went on.

Then, about a year or so later, a family friend had the same reaction. " You are practically bald on the front of your head. What happened?"

I was a teen with a healthy amount of pride. I went overdrive in haircare. My mother, whose idea of haircare was oiling, tying a tight braid at night and shampooing once a week, took over. Nothing helped. Then my sister took me for a hair fall treatment in a salon. First time for me. It did help, but for a short time.

I started my own ideas. If it has been on a beauty magazine or on a website under "reducing hairloss," I have tried it. Onion, ginger, fennugreek, hibiscus, amla, henna, egg, yogurt, rice water, essential oils. Too much protein, too much moisture. Shampoo, low poo, no poo. I have spent a fortune on customised hair care and salon treatment. Then someone said getting her hair straightened reduced her hair fall. So, I subjected my fragile hair to heat and chemical. Everything makes sense when you are 20.

Why did I care? You see, I am, after all, a dark-skinned South Asian woman with large front teeth, a broad nose, and poor eyesight. Relatives were concerned about how my poor father would ever marry me off. (My 'poor' father was worried about getting me in med school. I'll give this to him. He wouldn't treat any son any better than he treats me.) Anyway, my dark skin I was born with. I mean, when a dark woman marries a very dark man, you'd think them having a fair child would be more worrisome. My teeth are not big enough for an ethical dentist to fiddle with, but it's definitely big enough to deter potential mothers in law. Same about my nose or eyes. I can't fix them. But I can fix my hair. Or so I thought.

My mother blamed straightening my hair. I couldn't make her understand that after 5 years, I didn't have any of the original straightened hairstrands. We blamed bad water quality, weather, tying hair, keeping hair loose, oiling, not oiling, shampoo brands, conditioner brands. I kept wasting money. Every salon worker would gasp when they touched my hair. I had given up by I was 30.

Then I started Minoxidil. And it worsened my hairfall. You know if you have hair fall and you wonder if you have got a baldspot after taking a shower, so you ask your roommates to have a look? Now imagine your roommate tells you don't have a specific spot, your whole scalp is bare. It's that bad. I decided to give up after 2 months. But I didn't. Then, after 3 months, my hairfall stopped. Like literally all of a sudden. My hairbrush is clear. I can run my finger through without any loose strand. My forehed is visibly shorter due to new hair growth. And I am ecstatic.

Now, don't go buying minoxidil willy-nilly. It's a medicine with clear cut indication, contraindications, and side effects. Talk to a doctor before you start any medication.

That is not the point. My parents are both health care workers. They could have taken me to a doctor anytime in last 20 years. They have taken me to a lot of doctors a lot of time gor other unrelated things. I could have gone to a doctor myself earlier. But we didn't. We knew it wasn't normal. But we accepted it as inevitable. We asked for solutions, but not from the right sources. And when that didn't work, we accepted it as "it is what it is."

Big deal, right? Hairfall. Who cares? Nobody got hurt. Except, people do get hurt. Replace hairfall with eating disorders, depression, neurodivergence, self-harm, bullying, and poor grade. Anything that can affect a teenager that parents don't quite corelate, can't get a quick solution for. So they learn to cope while grasping at straws for some sort of a solution. It's often times the teen's fault, if not by causing the problem, then at least for having the problem. You see, we adults, we don't like being disturbed. We don't like going out of our beaten track. We don't like to have more things to worry about. I know you can't help having a problem, but I have to spend money and time after it. And I don't even understand what the problem is. How it affects you. Why nothing is working. Especially when we are trying so hard. And I genuinely don't know how average parents can do any better.

Anyway, something that genuinely made me unhappy as a teen got solved. I hope what made you unhappy as a teen gets solved, too.

#hairfall #mental health

[thesilkentheater]

room for four, and no more

The ship is, for all intents and purposes, rather standard. It's a four person crew for a smaller vessel, and enough space for one or two people to ride along with them. One engineer, one medic, one navigator, and the captain, all essentially living together for the rest of their foreseeable future.

The catch, of course, is that such ships are rarely so well-maintained and used. They're emergency transport, or private vessels owned by rich corporate billionaires who flaunt their wealth and refuse to travel in public. Even then, those are usually just a slight bit bigger for the added luxury.

But, of course, it's just four people on a ship. Even when a nearby research vessel or warship contacts them for something, they never ask; surely they're curious, but it's not like it particularly matters. Maybe just four people who don't want to be home ever again.

That's not the case, of course, but they're right that it doesn't usually matter.

"Alright, I think that's everything we'd need to know. We're landing in two days, yeah?"

The captain is probably the most normal (and sane) person on the ship. Dressed in a uniform that's not standard to anywhere, they prefer to look spiffy without too much detail, allowing whoever they talk to or visit fill in the blanks as to their outfit's meaning. The secret is that they have none, but with long, black-blonde ombre hair and a set of narrow eyes that can put anyone in their place, they don't get a lot of complaints.

"Yep~!" The navigator responds. "Long as everything's prepped down below."

The navigator is a rambunctious girl, appearing no older than twenty but nearly approaching thirty. She's got bubblegum pink lips from her constant, almost obsessive application of her favorite flavored lip gloss, and dresses like she doesn't know what complimentary colors are and doesn't care to find out. If the captain didn't know better, they'd call her colorblind, because if you imagine it in more appropriate colors her outfits are always actually really well put together. White permanent henna tattoos coat one of her arms, contrasting on dark skin.

"I checked yesterday," comes the engineer's monotone voice. "Everything's in order."

If people think the navigator is young, they'll often think their engineer is a child. She's the size of one, and wears frilly skirts with petticoats and frivolous accessories. Her arms sit limply at her sides, unable to move; instead, a little plush rabbit moves about for her, controlled remotely via her mind or whatever link they have. No one really wants to ask, because her answer would be probably be "magic," and how do you respond to that? That, and her serious bordering on sleepy expression usually gets her point across for her.

"Very well then. Come with me, if you would?"

The last of the crew, the medic is rather unique in that she doesn't appear human at all. Well, a humanoid upper half, sure, but starting from the waist down her body extends into a set of tentacles not unlike an octopus's, though it's hard to count whether there's specifically eight or not. The captain's vote is no, the navigator's is yes, and the engineer laughed to herself when they asked and said "Silly." Aside, she doesn't usually bother wearing much clothing more than a sweater and lab coat.

"Sure," the engineer obliges, and the two of them walk off to work. There's not a ton of maintenance to be done daily down below- the engineer has a very good hold on the place, and many of their innovations keep things in check even when they're not operating at full capacity- so the medic tends to keep them around as a personal calculator.

Then it's just the navigator and captain in the room. "Think they left anything?"

The captain looks around. "No, it doesn't look like it."

"Oh, good."

"Why do y-"

Immediately, she's met with lips on hers, and although she initially stiffens from surprise accepts the proposal for what to do with their newly acquired free time. "Someone's eager."

"Someone's been doing negotiations with a cargo ship for a week."

"It's not my fault we ran out of your favorite chips."

"Sure it is. Could've stocked more when we got them."

"You would've just eaten more of them."

"I can ration myself!"

"I see you eat at least two bags a day. What, is lunch and dinner not good enough for you?"

"No, it's good," the navigator replies, smirking. "Way better than the food you tried to cook.'

"Hey!"

"A lot of things are your strong suit, I'll admit," she starts with a giggle, "but cooking is not one of them."

"I just don't have a lot of experience, that's all..."

"It's okay to be bad at cooking, you know."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Well, I gotta go set a couple course correction logic sets in case something pops up. I'll be in your room in an hour~."

"Very well then," the captain says with a smirk, "I'll be there."

#writing #short story #creative writing

[lavalamplana]

New Life

I can’t believe I’m saying this...but I actually feel optimistic and hopeful about my life and future. This is the first time in a really long time I’ve felt happy. And not due to anyone else, it’s all completely from myself. I’m so so proud of me. The past 4 years of my life have been so absolutely shit. Give or take a few happy moments. I got into reading again, which I haven’t done in so long. I’m back to my stupid SMUT fantasy porn books. I missed them so much tbh. My mental fog is lifting. My energy is starting to come back. I’m so excited to be around my friends again. I’m excited to go out and meet new people. I think I’m gonna join a kickball league. LOL I had a little rebound fling with a 20 yr old HAHA he was so dumb, but hot so who cares. He keeps sending me videos of him jacking off, I’m just not into it...or him really. I basically have ghosted him because I think he might like me. He keeps trying to suggest taking me out to dinner..like no bro chill out. I am not looking for another serious relationship right now, fuck that shit. I need a god damn break. However, I am excited to start dating again. First dates are always interesting to say the least. Let’s hope this time, I don’t get the ever living hell love bombed out of me again..good riddance. I’ve been taking care of myself more what with personal grooming and healthy lifestyle changes and what not. There are a lot of good looking men at the gym. I love to sneak glances at them. Sweaty men can be so hot, idk why. I finally got my start date for my new job!! Super exciting. I’m gonna start on my birthday though, which kinda sucks, but I now have guaranteed employment which rocks, so idc. My friend Glenn got engaged and just bought a house with her fiance. It’s so nice. I went to her house warming party the other weekend. I’m really happy for them, but it was so weird being social around people again. It was also very weird being around so many married and engaged couples..HAHA I am so not ready for that life yet. I had so much anxiety when I first walked in. Once I recognized familiar faces though, it ended up being fine. It made me realize how unhappy and self-isolating I had been over the last year. I feel like all I did was work, cry, sleep, and throw up LOL. Oh well, I feel like it’s probably been a crappy past few years for most people, especially with COVID and all that. I think I’m gonna be a bridesmaid in my friend’s wedding, which is super cool because her fiance is Indian, so it’s like a mix of American and Indian tradition. Pretty sure I’ll get to wear a sari and get henna done for it all. Plus It’s with some of my best friends. It’ll be the first time I’ve ever been a part of a wedding party before, that wasn’t the conventional “little flower girl.” My serving job at Wild Wings has gone to shit. I love my main people over there, but there’s this select group of bitches who love to give each other the “good shifts” and then act retarded all day. They’re so annoying I cannot wait to quit. I think my brother is gonna help me get a job at the Marietta Square though, they have a few breweries down there, so at least I’ll have that too. Mom’s apartment is okay, but I miss having my own space. It’s definitely a tight fit, but I’m more than willing to make it work for the free rent. Worth it to me. I also have decided I’m gonna get another tattoo. I haven’t exactly decided of what yet, but I have a general concept in mind and I know where I want to put it. IDK things are looking up in my life. I’ve realized how many good people I have around me in my life. I have amazing friends who are super supportive and a good family system and they all want to see me succeed. I’m trying to be better about putting my thoughts and desires into a positive light. I’m fed up with all the negativity. I’ve been drowning in it for the last 4 years. I just want to start enjoying my life again and making fun memories. All of the pieces are beginning to fall into place and I’m pleased with it. 

[harryhoney-bee]

Pleaseeeeee wrote some indian y/n pregnancy stufff

Jaanu - desi!yn

Summary: Reader and Harry celebrating Godh Bharai, plus Harry helping reader with tender breasts, plus Harry being wrapped around his unborn daughter's fingers <3

Word count: 1.1k sorry it's small!!

Huge thanks to my friend @sunandherflores who helped me with the pieces of information and making sure everything was right, I love you!!!

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Harry and Y/n had just got into their room in Y/n’s mother’s house, they were staying there for a week and couldn’t be happy to spend the time with her family. The couple had just left Y/n’s Godh Bharai, a ceremony to bless the mommy-to-be and welcome the unborn baby into the family. The celebration was amazing, Y/n had dressed up in her most beautiful lehenga, golden jewelry was adorning her body from head to toe.

Her sister had the amazing idea to hire Mehndi artists, so all guests, including her and Harry, had the skin of their hands decorated with henna designs. They would last for probably two weeks. Y/n’s feet were hurting from all the dancing and her belly full with the amount of food she had eaten, but hey, it was all for the baby (or at least that’s what she told Harry after she had the 8th portions of rasgulla.)

"Harry, I'm so tired," y/n said with a pout on her face, kicking off her shoes to the corner of the bed carelessly.

Harry rolled his eyes, picking up her shoes and putting them by the side of the bed, where they are supposed to be. "So messy," he mumbled under his breath, taking his own shoes off and turning to his wife, who was, of course, the highlight of the party. Even though the commemoration was for her, Y/n always found herself surrounded by friends and family because of her warm-hearted personality, which was one of the reasons they had met years ago.

She was visiting an art gallery on a Sunday afternoon, looking at the paintings on the walls with a silly expression on her face, her friend Adya said something to her, which made the girl laugh loudly, the room was quiet, making her laughter travel to the other part of the gallery, where Harry was. The man was quickly looking around, trying to find where the sound was coming from, that's when he saw Y/n, and he decided that he had to talk to her.

Years later they were at her mother's home, commemorating the baby shower of their child, who was coming to the world in two months.

"Of course you are tired, my love, you are seven months pregnant but danced like there was no baby here," he got closer to Y/n, helping her sit on the edge of the bed with a hand on her lower back.

"But the baby wanted to dance too, right Mishti?" She looked down, putting her hands on her belly. "You're gonna be a dancer like your maa?" Harry watched his wife speaking with their child, a radiant smile on his face, but the smile turned into a frown when Y/n's expression changed from happiness to pain.

"What happened? Everything ok?" Harry asked worriedly. "Oh my God, did your water break?!" The man watched his whole life running through his eyes.

Should he call Y/n's mom? Maybe an ambulance? Oh, he definitely should call an ambulance.

"What? No! Are you crazy?" Y/n asked, looking at Harry as if he was insane. "Your daughter just kicked me, maybe she will be a soccer player instead of a dancer."

Harry calmed down with Y/n's words, he smiled and bent over to kiss Y/n’s belly. “My Mishthu, daddy loves you so much, but please be nice to your mummy, she's so kind to you, isn't she?”

Y/n patted Harry's curly hair, feeling another kick, almost like the baby recognized her father's voice. "Oh you seem to like your papa, every time he is around you want his attention," Y/n spoke to her belly. "But I don't blame you, I also want his attention all the time."

"What did your mother put in your Pakora to get you so cheeky today?" He asked playfully.

"I don't know, just love, I think," she answered, a yawn leaving her mouth right after. "Maybe she put some sleeping pills too, I feel like a truck ran over me."

Harry gave her belly a last kiss before sitting by Y/n's side putting an arm on her shoulder so she could lean into his body.

“Can you help me out of those clothes, jaan? I think I’m going to take a nap,” she said after 5 minutes of confirming silence.

Harry quickly agreed, asking Y/n to lift her arms for him to take off her red top, leaving her neck chest exposed. “My boobs are hurting, I thought they would only get this sensitive during breastfeeding, but I guess I was wrong,” she complained.

“I’ll give you a massage later, alright? Let’s just take your jewelry and skirt off so you and babu can be comfy.” He helped her raise her hips, taking her lehenga off, placing it nicely inside the drawer so it wouldn't get wrinkled.

Harry took her golden bindiya and silver kada gently so as not to hurt her face with the stiff jewelry. He went to the other side of the room to put them in the jewelry box he had gifted her on their second anniversary. On the way, he also took Y/n's favorite moisturizing cream and make-up wipes from her vanity table.

“Come here, let me clean your face, jaanu.” Harry touched her cheek with one hand and with the other he rubbed the cotton material on her skin, her face foundation quickly appearing in the wipe.

“Look at you, knowing your Hindi, huh? Guess you had a good teacher,” Y/n said cockly as he wiped her lipstick off.

“Yes, I really did, sweetheart,” He said. “Now lay down a bit, gonna see if I can help with your boobs.” She did what she was told, placing her head on the pillow and closing her eyes, hearing only the cream package being open. Moments later Harry’s soft fingers were carefully touching her breast.

“Is it hurting?” he asked, looking at her beautiful face, wishing his baby would look just like her.

“No, the place closer to the nipples it’s just really annoying me right now,” she said, feeling that warm state of sleepiness close by.

“I’m sorry, love, It’ll be better later, alright?” he ran his hands through her dark, shiny hair.

He continued massaging her breasts until he realized she had indeed fallen asleep. He carefully dressed her in comfy pajamas, trying not to wake her up. When he was done he took his celebrations clothes, standing in only his boxers.

He laid in the bed by her side, bringing her closer to his body so she was cuddling him, her arms wrapped around his body and her head right on his chest. The shirt he put on her was made of satin, so it wouldn’t irritate the skin of her breasts.

His hand was on the side of her hip while his other one was fondling her belly, thinking about his little bundle of love growing in there. They were ready to welcome "Mishti" the literal sweetness in their confection shop called life.

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