#her using a qtip

[qtipping]

i need the people who insist on voting or stein simply bc she's pro palestine to understand that you are not helping palestine in anyway shape or form because there is no possible way stein will even win a state much less the presidency

voting for stein really means voting for trump and if he wins there is NO way a ceasefire is ever happening because of his quite literal fascist views whereas with kamala we the people have the ability to continue to call her out at rallies and speeches and demand a ceasefire and she will actually listen

[moomoomooing]

im home for break and within a night and day i was blasted with all the qualities of my family i escaped by being in college, of which that i never fully appreciated being away from

[nebulous-nevermore]

all the points above are 100% correct!! and if your earwax is sufficiently sticky (which it’s supposed to be, to trap dust and such,) the cotton tip of the qtip will actually come apart in your ear and leave little cotton fragments behind. when we’re doing an otoscope of your ear, we can see it.

in summary: best case scenario, you get an impacted ear and it needs to be professionally cleaned out. worst case scenario, you rupture your eardrum and you need surgery. and either way, your audiologist will probably Know it was a qtip that did it

everyone knows you're not supposed to use a q-tip to clean out your ear because it can be dangerous but so many people don't listen about that. I'm not anti q-tip by any means, but for the sake of your hearing at least stand still with nobody hanging around near your elbows if you use a q-tip. that is the advice I'm throwing out into world. save yourself from sudden painful hearing loss and don't walk around with a q-tip in your ear. just stand still to clean them if that's how you have to do it

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Tired

Summary: You had spent weeks looking forward to your date night with Javi, but once the day actually arrives, it seems like everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong. Lucky for you, Javi knows just how to make your day better.

Word Count: 5.8K

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, bathtub sex (hehehe) vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, big ole nasty breeding kink (listen, who am I to deny this man as many children as he wants), alcohol/being tipsy, food/eating, mom guilt, Chucho being the cutest Abuelito, Javi winning the award for dad/husband/dilf of the year 😩🥵

A/N: .... Well. Here we are again 🫠 When I tell you have made a rent free residency in my head... I do not kid you AT ALL. This has been my favorite story for our sweet little family so far. It also may or may not be how Harper is conceived OOPS 🤷🏼‍♀️ I love them, your honor.

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Every day for the past three weeks, you had been counting down to the 19th on your family calendar stuck to the side of your fridge, where the words “date night” had been scribbled in Javi’s messy handwriting. While you loved your girls, it had been a while since just you and Javi had a night to yourselves, so when Chuhco offered to babysit, the 4 of you couldn’t have been more thrilled- You and Javi got an evening alone, and Lucy and Elliot got to spend the night with their favorite Abuelito (Grandpa) at the ranch, getting lots of quality time with the animals, and one too many late night snacks. 

You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and that’s why when the 19th finally arrived, you couldn’t have been more disappointed that everything that could have gone wrong that day, felt like it had. 

Lucy insisting she help with breakfast before preschool and dropping the rest of the egg carton on your kitchen floor. 

Elliot refusing to nap while Lucy was at school, leaving you with no time to get any of the things done around the house you had planned. 

The dog getting into the bathroom garbage and then throwing up 14 qtips on your carpet. 

The girls having a meltdown at the grocery store because they couldn’t bring home one of the balloons from the end of the checkout aisle. 

Going on an hour long manhunt for Flipper, Lucy’s favorite stuffed penguin she insisted had to go with her to Chucho’s, which ended up being hidden under a blanket in her bed. 

Snapping at the girls out of frustration as they chased each other through the kitchen while you were trying to finish making them dinner. 

Your pounding headache and tired body from feeling like you had been doing nothing but scrambling all day long just to stay afloat. 

And now, with Lucy teaming up with Elliot in their no-nap strike, you hadn’t even had time to shower or get ready for your date by the time Javi had gotten home, leaving you with barely under an hour  before you had to leave to make it to your dinner reservations on time. 

You wanted so desperately to just forget about the shitshow that had been your Friday, but try as you might, you couldn’t help but find yourself in an overwhelmed and grouchy mood. A mood that you did not want to be in on your long awaited date night with Javi, your internal battle of emotions only dampening your spirit further. 

As you heard the garage door open and Javi’s familiar footsteps make their way down the hallway, you fought with everything in you to try and put on the happiest face you could, as if you were going to be able to will yourself out of your funk to enjoy the night with your husband. 

“Hi, Hermosa.” Javi beamed, setting down his bag to wrap you in a hug, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead before looking down at you in slight confusion, seeing that you were still in leggings and one of his oversized t-shirts, hair plopped up in a messy bun with very little time left before the 4 of you needed to head out to Chucho’s to make it to your dinner reservations. “Listen, baby, you know I think you look absolutely stunning in anything, but I do think the restaurant may be a touch nicer than my 20 year old t-shirt from college.” 

“I know, sorry, it’s just been- It’s been a day. The girls are in the living room playing, do you mind getting their bags and watching them until we have to go so I can shower?” You tried your best to force a smile up at Javi, who was now cradling your jaw in his large palm, tracing his thumb along your cheek. His big brown eyes stared back at you, almost as if he knew there was something off that you didn’t want to get into right now, planting another kiss in your messy hair as you let out a deeper than intended exhale. 

“Of course, Osita. Anything else I can do to help while you get ready?”” 

“No, just that. Thanks, Jav.” 

“DADDY!” Two pairs of tiny feet pattered down the hallway, Lucy and Elliot bolting towards their dad with arms outstretched, Javi now squatting down to greet them with a smile stretched across his face, almost as wide as theirs. 

“Ahhhh, there are my pollitas! C’mere mis amorcitas (my little loves).” Scooping the girls up in his arms, Javi picked up Elliot and Lucy, resting one on each hip, peppering little kisses over their faces, making them erupt in laughter. “Let’s head back to the living room so we can let Momma get ready before we leave for Abuelito’s house, sí?” 

“Okay, Daddy! Will you play horsies with us?” Lucy squealed, wrapping her little arms around Javi’s neck, giving him a hug. 

“Of course, Lucy Goosey.” Javi turned back to give you one last smile as he whisked the girls off to the living room, the sight of him carrying your daughters with such genuine joy and happiness being the first thing that had brought genuine relief today. 

The relief was short lived though, now looking up at the clock to see you were down to 45 minutes to shower and make yourself look like a halfway decent human. You frantically sped through your routine, cranking up the temperature of the water in the shower to as hot as it could go as you tried to wash away the remnants of your day. Unfortunately, the water could have been a million degrees and it wouldn’t have been enough- You forgot you were out of shampoo, having to settle for Javi’s instead, and after trying to speed shave, you realized as you were drying yourself off, you had completely forgotten to shave the bottom half of your right leg. 

You were thankful for the loud fan in your master bathroom, knowing it was enough to drown your tears as you stared yourself down in the mirror, feeling like an absolute mess. You didn’t feel excited, or pretty, or any of the things you wanted to feel before going out on your date. Truth be told, you felt like a shitty, worn down gremlin of a mom who just wanted to do nothing more than curl up in a blanket and hide away from the world for the rest of the night. Taking a long inhale, you shook your head, forcing yourself to wipe the wetness away from your cheeks to finish getting ready, and while with your hair and makeup done, and cute flowy dress wrapped around your body, you looked externally  better than you had an hour ago, internally, you still didn’t feel much better. 

You grabbed your coat and purse, making your way back into the living room to see Javi changed into navy dress pants and sport coat to match, with a white button down underneath, sitting on the couch with one daughter on each side, arms wrapped around them while they read “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” for what you were sure must have been the 17th time since you had gotten into the shower, considering it was the only book Lucy had wanted to read in the past week. Hearing you step through the doorway, Javi’s face lit up, biting down on his lip as he nudged the girls, pointing towards you. “Pollitas, look. Doesn’t Mommy look so pretty?” 

“You’re so beautiful, Mommy!” Lucy grinned, bolting up off the couch, wrapping her arms around your leg, squeezing it tightly. 

“So pweety, Mommy!” Elliot cooed, toddling over to join her sister, clutching around your other leg. 

You could feel the tears beginning to well behind your eyes again, seeing your little girls attached at your hip and your sweet husband staring back at you, wondering how in the world had given you 3 people who loved you so much on the days you loved yourself so little. You let out a little gulp, trying to choke back your sobs, leaning down to kiss each of the girls on the head. 

“Thank you Munchkins. Not as beautiful as my little chickens or as handsome as your Daddy, but that’s okay. You ready to go to Abuelito’s?” You mumbled through your words, your tone now making Javi’s brow scrunch in concern, giving you that look he gave you when he knew something was bothering you and you were being too stubborn to admit it. With enthusiastic squeals from the girls, they were practically running out the front door to the car, you following close behind them with their overnight bags, Javi following behind you just as closely, desperate to figure out what was on your mind. 

The drive to Chucho’s was fairly quiet besides Lucy and Elliot’s sing-along to the Lion King soundtrack that had been a permanent fixture in your car for the past few car rides. As the girls half babbled the words in the backseat, Javi reached over, resting his hand on your thigh and rubbing soft circles against your skin, giving you that look that said, “I know something’s wrong and you’re not telling me”, you exchanging back with an incredibly unconvincing, “It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.” 

As you pulled up to the Peña ranch, Chucho was already outside, waiting on the porch in his rocking chair, his face beaming just as sweetly as Lucy and Elliot’s as they ran out of the car to greet their grandpa. 

“Hola, nietas! (Hi, granddaughters!)” Chucho cooed, letting out a little grunt as Lucy and Elliot barreled into him, squeezing him in their grasp. “How are my favorite little ladies?” 

“Hi Abuelito!” 

The girls giggled as Chucho kissed them both on the cheek, smiling up at you and Javi as you carried the girls bags to the front door. “Oh díos mio, girls. Look at how nice your mamá and papá look tonight!” 

“Thanks Pops.” Javi laughed, setting one of the bags down on the porch. “You still okay if we come pick these two monsters up tomorrow morning?” 

“Monstruos? My sweet nietas? Never.” Chucho laughed, giving the girls a little shake as the two of them giggled at their grandpa. “Come by whenever you’d like. You know I am more than happy to have these two as long as you’ll let me.” 

“Thanks, Chucho.” You nodded, setting another bag down next to the one Javi had placed on the porch. “Do you need us to do any-” 

“Mija, I have everything I need. Don’t worry about a thing. Now go. The two of you deserve a nice night out. Me and the girls will be just fine, won’t we?” Chucho grinned down at Lucy and Elliot, bouncing in excitement. 

“Thanks, Dad. Be good for your Abuelito, sí? I told him if you’re naughty, you’re gonna have to go sleep out with the cows.” Javi teased, kneeling down to the girls level, giving them a little tickle and kiss before wrapping them in his arms. “Te amo, Pollitas. (I love you, little chickens).” 

“Bye girls, we’ll see you tomorrow, okay? We love you.” You joined Javi, crouching down to give your girls one last hug and kiss before they were already halfway through the front door, bursting into Chucho’s house with excitement.

You thanked Chucho again, making your way back to the car, pulling down the dusty, dirt driveway before making your way back on the road. “God, I’m convinced he loves those girls more than anything else on the face of this earth. I’m sure that means he won’t mind keeping them just a little longer tomorrow, huh, Hermosa?” Javi smirked, once again placing his hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze before realizing you had been staring out the passenger side window from the moment you had gotten in the car, trying desperately to snap yourself out of the terrible funk of your day you just couldn’t seem to shake. 

You felt the wetness beginning to pool under your eyelids, your breaths becoming shaky and weary, trying to pull yourself together from the tired, guilty and grumpy mess that you were, but it was no use. “Hermosa? You okay?” Javi asked again, confused by your silence, gripping your leg a little tighter, the sweet and gentle tone of his voice being the final straw that broke the camel’s back. You let your tears fall freely, your sobs becoming louder and heavier as you shook your head back and forth, Javi immediately pulling over the truck to the side of the dirt road, unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you into a hug as you cried against his chest. “Baby. Baby what’s wrong? Hey, shhhh, it’s okay, Osita. I’m here, it’s okay.” 

Javi held you, letting you take your time to cry before trying to prod about the reason behind it, feeling you take long, exasperated deep breaths against him before pulling away, wiping away the tears that had been flowing down your face. “It’s been such a shitty day, Jav. I felt like such a bad mom, and I’m so tired and I’ve been looking forward to this date with you for so long and I’m just fucking exhausted. I’m so sorry. Our date hasn’t even started yet and I’m already ruining it.” It wasn’t long before you were sobbing again, leaning back into the broadness of Javi’s body as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, gently cradling the back of your head as you cried, feeling his own heart break from seeing how hard you were on yourself. 

“Hermosa…” He cooed, pressing you against his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair. “Baby… Listen to me, okay? You are not a bad mom. You are the most wonderful mother in the world to our girls. I have no fucking clue how you do what you do all day long, but there is no one else in the world I would rather have to help raise them with. You are so sweet and patient with them, God, they’re little mini versions of you and I couldn’t be happier. You are an amazing mom, you understand?” 

“It didn’t feel like it today. God, they were so tough today and it was exhausting, I yelled at them today for running in the kitchen and I felt so bad, I just- fuck- being a mom is so hard, Jav. I love it, I do, I love those girls so much, but today I felt like I was running for worst parent of the year award. And now I can’t even pull it together enough for our date that we’ve both been looking forward to. I’m so sorry, Javi.” 

“Osita, you are not ruining anything. Baby, if I get to spend time with you, I’m happy. I don’t care where we go or what we do, if I’m with you, it doesn’t matter. So, that being said,” he paused, tilting your head up towards him, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb, “we’re gonna go home, pick up pizza, open a bottle of wine, sit and soak in the tub for as long as you want to, and then I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to my beautiful, amazing wife until she knows just how much I love and appreciate everything she does for our family. Okay?” You let out a little huff of laughter, a small smile finally appearing in the corners of your lips as you helped to wipe your tears away. 

“Are you sure? You planned dinner reservations and I-” 

“I’ve never been so sure. I love you, Osita. You are everything to me, and I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make sure you remember it.” 

“God, now you’re gonna make me cry even more, you dummy.” You laughed, Javi joining in as you gave him a playful nudge. “I love you too, Jav. You’re way too good to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” As Javi’s sweet brown eyes locked with yours, the weight in your chest began to ease, wondering how in the world you had gotten so goddamn lucky. Buckling himself back in, and shifting the car into drive, Javi turned around, changing directions back to home, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Can we get breadsticks with the pizza, too?” 

“Whatever you want, baby, it’s yours.” 

With an extra large pizza and breadsticks in your lap, the drive back to your house was spent in a much lighter mood than your drive to drop off the girls at their grandpa’s. You switched out the Lion King disk in your CD player for Fleetwood Mac, the two of you happily singing along to “I Don’t Wanna Know” as you pulled back into the driveway of your house. 

You were greeted by your dog, Bear, wagging his tail in delight at your presence from the comfort of the couch, rolling over to show you his belly, Javi gladly obliging in giving him some scratches before Bear gladly put himself back to sleep, curled up against a throw pillow. “Old man could really give two shits about us being home, huh?” Javi laughed, giving the dog one last pat before making his way back over to you in the kitchen, already shoving a cheesy piece of pizza into your mouth. 

“I think he’s just as relieved from a night off from the gremlins as we are.” You laughed, catching a stringy piece of cheese that had fallen from your lips, making you and Javi both chuckle. “Is it bad if we eat pizza and drink wine in the tub?” You raised an eyebrow at Javi, gesturing towards your food, anxious to take a relaxing soak, your tub used more frequently by Lucy and Elliot than either of the two of you these days. 

“Of course not, Osita. Why don’t you get stuff ready upstairs and I’ll bring wine and pizza up? What wine do you want?” 

“I mean… It is date night. Should we break out the nice wine the Murphy’s got us the last time they came over? We did say we were saving it for a special occasion.” You smirked, holding up your half eaten piece of pizza to toast to your failed date night out, you and Javi both shaking your heads in laughter. Javi reached up in the cabinet above the fridge, pulling out the bottle and examining it before getting out a bottle opener and popping off the top. 

“God, the amount of shit Steve would give me to know that this got opened to be drank in our fucking bathtub…” 

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You winked, giving Javi a kiss on the cheek before taking the last bite of your pizza. “Meet you upstairs?” 

“Can’t wait.” 

After making your way up the stairs and into your master bathroom, you cranked on the water in the tub, making it hot enough for your liking, but not hot enough Javi would complain about it being the surface of the sun. You thought that you had another set of bubbles to put in the bath besides the ones that you used for the girls, but after digging around in the bathroom cabinet, you had to settle for the bright pink, birthday cake scented bottle Lucy had insisted on getting during your last shopping trip. After the tub was full and bubbles were mixed and foaming, you stripped your clothes, dropping them on the tile floor in a heap next to the bathtub before tying up your hair and stepping into the water, sinking down to your neck and letting out a deep sigh as you closed your eyes in relief. You could feel the tension beginning to ease from your body, taking a moment to sit in the sweet silence before you heard Javi’s footsteps trailing up the stairs, gently swinging open the bathroom door, pizza and wine in his hands and a soft smile on his face.  

“Give me one more second, okay?” Setting down his things on the counter, Javi exited back out of the bathroom, quickly returning with a handful of candles and lighter, placing them around the room and lighting them all before turning off the overhead lights, the light of orange and yellow flames flickering against the walls in a soft, warm glow. 

“Wow, didn’t know I was going to the spa tonight. Very romantic of you, Jav.” You grinned, crossing your arms over the edge of the tub, resting your chin overtop of them as you stared at Javi, now undressing himself of his own clothes, throwing them into the pile with yours. “And the spa has hot naked men bringing me pizza and wine? God, I should come here more often.” You giggled, looking up at him in admiration as he passed you over your plate and glass before grabbing his own and stepping in to join you, sliding down the porcelain on the opposite side of the tub. “Thank you for this, Javi. I know it’s not what we had planned, but I really needed this.” 

“Of course, mi amor (my love).” Javi smiled at you, bringing his slice of pizza halfway up to his mouth before taking an over exaggerated sniff of the bubbles below him. “Why does the bath smell like a birthday cake?” 

“I thought I had other bubbles but the only ones I could find were Lucy and Ellie’s so we have birthday cake flavored bubbles.” The two of you laughed, shaking your heads as you bit down into your pizza, knowing that there was no one else in the world you could be happier to spend a night in a tub full of birthday cake bubbles with. 

After you had finished your dinner and were a few more glasses of wine in, you had shifted in the tub so that you were settled in between Javi’s legs,  resting with your back against his chest and leaning your head back on your shoulder with his hands wrapped around your body, the two of you chatting and laughing away, not knowing or caring how much time had gone by. You had covered everything from Javi’s day at work, to vacation plans, now to Lucy’s interest in soccer, which had been a hot topic of conversation. 

“I know, I was talking to some of the other moms at the preschool about it, and they said they’d have their girls do soccer too, they just don’t have anyone to coach. They’re trying to find one of the dads to do it so they can start in the spring.” 

“Are you trying to get me to coach a soccer team?” Javi laughed, rubbing his hands up and down the length of your arms. “Baby, I know absolutely nothing about teaching 4 year olds how to play soccer, you would be better at it than I would.” 

“Well exactly, they’re 4 Jav, it can’t be rocket science. I think you would be good at it. You know Lucy would whip everyone into shape to make sure they listened to you.” 

“Honestly, she would probably be a better coach than I would.” 

“She honestly would. I’m being serious though, baby! You’re so sweet and patient with the girls. Plus, it’d be good eye candy to watch from the sidelines.” You giggled, tilting your head up towards Javi, biting down on your lip. 

“Good eye candy, huh?” Javi smirked back down at you, sliding his hand down your arm to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Mmmmhhmmm. I could get to show off my hot, handsome husband and what a great dad he is for his girls. Make all the other moms jealous.” You cooed, shifting your body to face towards him, straddling over his lap, running your hands through the dark curls at the nape of his neck. You could feel Javi’s hands beginning to shift with you, now wrapping his arms around the small of your back, grabbing a fistfull of your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. You tilted your head, letting your lips land tenderly on his before his tongue was swiping in the opening of mouth, the tenderness transforming into a passionate electricity. You let your hands roam down his neck towards his chest, sliding down under the water over his stomach, palming at his dick, already half hard in your hands. “Such a good Daddy, that maybe…” You moaned in between kisses, “Maybe it’s time for you to give me another baby.” 

Javi paused, his eyes going wide at your comment, his jaw almost hanging open as he let out a little gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “Hermosa… Baby, are you serious?” He couldn't help but let a boyish grin escape from his lips, his face lighting up brighter than a little kid on Christmas. 

You and Javi had agreed you had both wanted a third, but decided to hold off until Elliot was past the 18 month mark before trying again. Javi had been dying for another kid, and had been using as much self restraint as he could to keep from asking you every day if the two of you could start trying for your third child after Elliot had turned a year and a half. It felt ironic that the circumstances you found yourself in to ask him if he wanted to have another baby were because of how exhausted you were from the two you already had, but God, after thinking about him coaching that soccer team, there was something about the thought of your sweet, loving husband with another baby attached to his hip that made any ounce of willpower you had left absolutely dissipate. If Javi wasn’t hard enough from your touch, the thought alone of getting you pregnant again was more than plenty. 

“You wanna put another baby in me, Jav?” You smirked, wrapping your hand around his cock, gently stroking it as he groaned, letting his head fall to your shoulder, quietly laughing to himself, almost as if he couldn’t believe his ears. 

“Fuck me…”  Javi hissed, tugging you closer towards him, the sudden movement making water splash over the sides of the tub. One of the hands grabbing your ass snaked around to your front, grazing over your hip and inner thigh before making its way between your legs and circling against your clit. “Fuck, I want to so badly. It’s all I’ve been thinking about these past few weeks, how much I wanna grow our family, give the girls another sibling, see you all beautiful and pregnant carrying our perfect baby again. Will you let me, Osita? Let me fuck another baby into you, Momma?” The pressure of his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves had you moaning, letting out a soft whimper as his two fingers pressed deep into your heat, slowly rocking his fingers along the soft spongy spot inside you that he knew made you crumble. 

“Oh my God, yes. Fuck- fuck, I need you to, Javi, please.” You whined, Javi’s mouth now working its way down to your breasts, sucking and flicking at your pebbled nipples as his fingers fucked into you deeper and harder, burying your head in the crook of his neck, the sensation of his tongue and hands making your pussy begin to flutter. The heel of his palm dug deeper into your clit, pressure building in your belly as your hips rocked against his hand, each roll making more and more water overflow onto the floor as you braced yourself, digging your fingers into the skin of Javi’s broad back as that sweet and familiar tingle built at the base of your spine. 

“That’s it, sweet girl, I know you’re close. Give me one on my fingers and then I swear, I’m gonna fuck you so full of me, I’ll get you pregnant tonight.” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, feeling your cunt begin to clench around his fingers, your breathing becoming heavy and shaky as you moaned. Suddenly, you felt the coil in your belly snap, making you cry out as your orgasm ripped through your body, flooding every inch of you with euphoria and pleasure as you reached your peak. 

Javi placed languid kisses and nips down your neck and collarbone as you slumped into him, coming down from your high with labored breaths, finally composing yourself enough to sit up to see the satisfied grin spread across his cheeks, a lustful and mischievous look pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he stared at your blissed out face. “How much you wanna bet?” You smirked, biting down on your lip before leaning in to tug at Javi’s earlobe with your teeth as you scooted closer over his lap, shifting your body up in the water of the tub to hover over his cock, carefully guiding it to line up with your entrance. 

“Bet what, Osita?” 

“Bet that you get me pregnant tonight?” You mewled, slowly sinking yourself down onto Javi’s length, savoring the sweet sting and stretch of him inside you until you had bottomed out, feeling his tip brush against your cervix. “That 9 months from now, we’ll have one more baby that gets to fill another room in our house?” Gently, you began swirling your hips, letting Javi’s cock stay buried deep inside you, splitting you open in the best way possible, almost making you speechless. 

“Jesus Christ, Hermosa…” Javi sighed, digging his fingertips into your sides, guiding your bottom half as it rolled in his lap. “I’d bet anything, because I’m gonna fuck myself so deep inside you, it’ll take. You want another baby? I’ll give you another baby, Osita. I’ll give you anything you want. My beautiful wife, amazing mom to our girls, fuck- you deserve everything.” 

Moans escaped from both your parted lips as you began to raise yourself up and down along Javi’s length, now punching along the spot inside you that had your mind going numb. His fingers circled against your already sensitive clit as he thrust up into you, the feeling of him all consuming, even as the lukewarm water of the bath swirled between you. You draped your arms around his neck as his free one wrapped around the small of your back, your bodies melting together as one as you pushed and pulled with each stroke. 

You could feel your cunt beginning to clench again, heat blooming in your belly with each swirl of your hips, tugging at the damp curls of Javi’s hair at the nape of his neck as his thrusts became more frantic and sloppy, telling he was just as close to reaching his own high as you were. “Fuck, Javi, fuck- I’m so close baby, oh shit- don’t stop.” You whined into the crook of his neck, pulling yourself even tighter against his body. 

“I’m not gonna stop, Osita. Not gonna stop until fuck you full of me and fuck another baby into you. That what you want, Hermosa?” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, pounding deeper and faster into you with each word, the water from the tub sloshing and spilling onto the tile floor below you. 

“Yes, fuck- oh my god, yes, fuck Javi, oh shit- fuck baby, I’m gonna-ahhhhhhhh.” Once again, your orgasm radiated through every inch of your body, making your legs shake and mind go blank as you cried out Javi’s name, practically melting into him as he continued to thrust into you with a desperate ferocity, close to his own end. Javi’s arms wrapped around your back, caging you against his chest, fingertips gripping in the soft skin of your shoulder blades as he fucked into you, babbling incoherently. 

“That’s it, sweet girl. Fuck, I’m close too, Hermosa. Oh fuck- God, I can’t wait to see you pregnant again. So fucking beautiful carrying our baby. You’re such a- fuck- good mom to our girls, my fucking perfect wife, I’m so luck-ahhhhhhh.” With one final thrust inside you, you could feel Javi painting your walls in his spend, milking himself of every last drop, his breath ragged and heavy as he leaned into you, your chests rising and falling in sync as you came to. 

“Well…” You laughed to yourself, shaking your head against Javi’s shoulder where it had been resting, now lifting up to grin at his blissed out face, “Safe to say we should probably clean this tub out before we let the girls use it again.” 

Javi joined in your laugher, the two of you giggling to yourselves over your antics, peeking over the side of the tub to see the giant puddles pooling on your bathroom floor. “I mean, the water had soap in it, so at least the floor is clean.” Javi smirked, cupping his hand around your jaw, pressing his smiling lips to yours. 

“Clean, really? Not like we need any extra towels or anything to wipe up all the water we spilled all over the floor because now it’s just magically clean, huh Jav?” You teased, giving him a playful nudge, Javi rolling your eyes at your heavy dose of sarcasm. “We probably should get out and wipe all of this up. Any longer in here and I think our future kid is gonna come out just as pruney as we are.” 

“Dork. I’ll clean everything up. Why don’t you go put on pajamas and I’ll meet you in bed, okay?” 

“Javi, I was just teasing. I am half the reason for this mess, I can help clean it up and-” 

Javi silenced the rest of your sentence with his lips, capturing the rest of your words in his mouth. “I know you can, Osita. I want to. Let me clean up. Can’t have you working too hard, Momma. Gotta make sure you stay nice and rested so you can grow baby number 3.” 

“You are ridiculous, you know that? You just gonna magically will me to be pregnant after tonight?” You sighed, laughing as the two of you made your way out of the tub, wrapping yourselves up in the fluffy towels you had left out on the bathroom counter, Javi draping his towel around the both of you as he leaned down to press a soft kiss into your messy hair. 

“I told you, I’d bet you anything. 5 bucks.” 

“5 bucks what, smartass?” 

“5 bucks says you don’t get your period and we find out you're pregnant by the end of the month.” 

“I’ll tell you one thing, if you are anything, Javier Jesús Peña…” You smirked, pressing up on your tiptoes to peck another kiss on his lips, “it’s confident. I hope you’re right, but I’ll take your bet.” 

If Javi was also anything, it wasn’t wrong. Because 4 weeks later, after a missed period and 3 sets of double pink lines on your pregnancy tests, baby Peña number 3 was on their way. So when you handed Javi 5 dollars and a little white box with one of your tests, you couldn’t help but laugh to know that even though your future daughter was the product of a date night gone wrong, it couldn't have felt more right knowing you were lucky enough to grow your family by one more with the man you loved more than anything else in the world.

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[yellowjacketsfashion]

Pls pls pls do a tutorial on how to do Jackie's doomcoming makeup!

I lost some of the nuance with the colors when scanning the photo but this is how I would recreate the makeup look:

Lips:

Based off the the reference photo I think Jackie is wearing a slight lip tint. Color wise it's a dark pink/berry color.

I am not entirely sure if she wears it at Doomcoming but in the pilot she wears Clinique black honey and if it was applied once and let dry I think it would look kind of similar.

I also think she might be wearing a lip liner similar in a color to the lip tint but I’m not sure.

Blush:

It looks like Jackie might be wearing an orange/red blush that is focused on side of her face/ in the hollow of her cheek but it’s very light.

Eyes:

• Jackie has a sparkly lilac color on the outer and middle lids of her eye. The shadow is more condensed in the outer lid and blended into the middle lid.

There also appears to be a slightly darker purple on the outermost edge of the outer lid and the outer upper lash line. You could also add a little to the outer crease as well.

• Her eyeliner is dark brown on the lower lash line and because it’s thin I’d guess a pencil was used. You could also use an eyeshadow and just use a Qtip covered with makeup remover to clean it up.

I’m not sure but she might also have a liner on the upper lash line as well.

• Jackie is seen using this mascara in the episode so we know she is wearing it.

Hopefully this is helpful! If you need me to clarify or have any questions just let me know!

[julieverne]

Five times Maura nearly kissed Jane but didn't (and one time she did)

One.

Maura helped Jane back to her feet. She'd slid home on her hip, and she rubbed it now with a wince, even as she celebrated her home run. Her face was filthy, and so was her outfit. She hobbled back to the bleachers to sit out the rest of the game, jumping to her feet to cheer on her teammates at what she considered particularly crucial moments.

Jane didn't shower in the park. She'd go home in her outfit - uniform, whatever, Maura never knew what to call Jane's outfits - and then she'd lounge on the couch in her shorts and her legs over Maura's lap, lovely bare legs, warm and brown and completely unaware of Maura's hands smoothing over them. Maura packed up early, anticipating the groan Jane made when she stood, her muscles locked up and aching from impact with the ground. She slung Jane's arm over her shoulders and let Jane lean on her as she led her to the car. They'd come together. Maura was staggered by the intimacy of their lives, how firmly they were entangled. If they ever fought, Maura would lose more than the half a husband would have taken from her. She'd lose almost everything. Her hand gripped tighter on Jane's waist, keeping her close.

---

Steam slowly huffed from the bathroom, followed by Jane's anxious face.

"Can you come look at this?"

Maura wanted to joke that she's seen Jane's ass before, but hope springs eternal or so they say, so she gets to her feet, Jo whining as she displaced her from her lap. Jane had a towel wrapped around parts of her. Not really enough parts, but some parts. Maura flushed purely from the steam in the over-warm bathroom. Nothing else.

"Can you clean this out for me?" Jane asked. Her ass was already bruising, Maura could tell. She could see. She could see Jane's ass. She shook her head, finding an indulgent smile on Jane's face when she met her eyes. Jane was pointing at a wound on her face that had previously been covered with dirt.

Maura nodded and took the offered qtip. She leaned Jane back against the counter and tilted her face back to the light. Jane's towel brushed against Maura as she dipped the qtip in antiseptic, then dropped down, trapped between their hips where Maura leaned against Jane to reach up to her face. Jane didn't reach for it. Maura didn't either; she was too focused on the scratch on Jane's face. She dipped tweezers in the antiseptic as well, then pulled out a little dirt and gravel. Jane's hands had been resting on the counter behind her, but now they reached for Maura's hips, squeezing a little as she dug into the wound.

"Do you think I need stitches?" Jane asked, her breath brushing across Maura's cheek. She chewed gum when she played ball; she claimed it brought her luck. She smelled fresh and clean from the shower, the lavender soaps she used, her breath a cinnamon cloud. Maura took a moment to parse the question, no less because she'd pulled away a little and now she could see more of - more of Jane.

"You'll live," Maura chuckled. She examined the graze again, then decided it was clean enough. She doused it again with antiseptic and dug out a band-aid from the cabinet behind Jane, leaning across her, their bodies pressing together, Jane's hard nipples pressing into Maura's chest. She unwrapped the bandage without looking at Jane until Jane's forefinger tilted Maura's chin up to look at her.

"Aren't you going to kiss it better?" Jane asked, her voice a little challenging, a little defensive. Her shoulders had stiffened, along with her nipples. She looked uncomfortable for having asked. Maura grasped Jane's chin and tilted it down, getting on her toes to kiss Jane's cheek next to the wound. She pulled away, aware of how close Jane's lips were, aware Jane's face had turned to hers a little so they were even closer now. She only had to lean forward just a little and she'd be kissing Jane. On the mouth. The way a woman kissed someone she was romantically or sexually interested in. The moment lasted a little longer than it should have, driven by indecision. Maura's heart beat erratically, causing her some concern. She could feel Jane's hands on her hips, Jane's sweet breath on her cheek, across her lips, inside her own mouth. She moved closer, just a little, and Jane didn't move away.

Normally Jane would be saying something sarcastic, something to dispell the tension between them, but today she was silent. Waiting. She'd moved closer again, too. Maura let her nose brush Jane's nose and cheek, then she caught her breath and her lip with her teeth as she pulled away, aware of the solid warmth of Jane's pelvis pressed against her, aware of Jane's bare breasts brushing her arm. Jane's exhale was thready and broken, her hands unsteady.

"All better," Maura said, swallowing against a thickness in her throat at the way Jane stared at her mouth as she spoke.

"Not quite," Jane said, catching her breath as well, pulling a shirt over her head and some pants on under the towel. Maura stepped back and hung the towel back up for her. Jane took a jar of tiger balm from the cabinet and offered it to Maura. "I'm going to need you to rub that into my bruises, Doctor Isles," Jane said, a little smirk on her face. Maura rolled her eyes, but later, with Jane strewn over her lap and her ass accessible and smelling softly of cinnamon, Maura couldn't ask for anything more.

[ladykakata]

I saw this post whilst looking through my activity (thank you @wrinkly-fucking-qtip) and it made me muse on a point that was brought up in a Youtube comment;

Does Mickey get along better with women than men?

Sounds absurd at first, considering this man uses misogynistic language as freely as a curse word, but he does the same for homophobic slurs so a large percentage of it will be habit and upbringing with the vile Terry Milkovich informing his language.

There was a line in the debate between Ian and Mickey talking about friends, in which Ian makes the point they have relatively no friends that aren't family (the latter is my point, as Mickey had to explicitly discount Lip the elder brother from the friend count to make a point). Ian asks if Mickey would be happy with Ian hanging around with gay men talking about sex, and Mickey immediately counters with 'fuck you, make friends with chicks!'.

So, does Mickey even subtly get along with women better than with men?

We are going to have to discount Svetlana right out the gate, because his relationship with her is heavily tainted by the fact she was part of his sexual assault and blackmailed him with his relationship with Ian against his father. Even then, it's notable he only threatens her instead of brushes her off once she brings up Ian. His stance and demeanour NOTABLY change when she does that, and he suddenly becomes cold and vicious. She isn't scared, sure, but it's clearly his berserk button and she has to be careful about when to press it for maximum leverage.

Mickey is all about bluff and bluster. In the above friends dialogue, he points out friends are just someone else he might have to murder if they turn State's evidence. Whenever he talks to other men, it's the same aggressive tone he uses with ... anyone who isn't Ian, really. With other men, he has to maintain that front of being tough, to not let them discover he has feelings or can be hurt, and certainly not let them see that he's gay. Even when surrounded by other gay men, where he is within his rights to be comfortable or just slightly less hostile, he's still just as defensive. He isn't slow to punch pretty much any man that even remotely annoys him, even targets that weren't going to fight him (the club owner) or in no position to threaten him (Cole, and it's hysterical he clearly holds back his punch and looks disappointed that Cole dropped so sharply with no fight back).

His attitude with women differs. The hyper-masculine front is still somewhat there, but since he's got a different bar to work with, it's not as forced. A deleted scene has him adement you don't hit women, which is an oddly noble stance coming from someone who escaped the bowels of Terry Milkovich's Hellhole but maybe that was his mother's influence. And bearing in mind, he comes from a family where the women can or would kick as his ass (he tells Sandy to attack his brothers when they try to assault her and he points out to Ian that Mandy is no slouch in the fighting department either)

[Side note: I haven't had the courage to watch all of Mandy's DA storyline, but when Mickey walks in on Mandy tending to her shockingly beaten face, he seemed not only shocked but scared. Not just at seeing his loved one hurt, but I think also stunned his tough-as-nails sister had had something like this happen to her]

His scenes with Debbie, probably the most hated Gallagher left apart from Frank, was littered with fraternal jabs that were honestly sweet and hilarious, and she responded back to him like she would any other family member. She was quick to back up Ian's counter that Mickey was family to Lip, and CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE TAKES TO FRANNY?

This man declares himself 'her favourite uncle' whilst flipping off her BLOOD Uncle Ian, and Franny herself names a game she plays with him. He does playful jabs at her like he would any other family member ("*Laughs* Kids are idiots -pause- No offence, Franny") but certainly plays into her more rough-and-tumble Gallagher nature instead of the sweet pink princess role Debbie wants for her.

With the other Russian/Eastern European prostitutes, while he still uses casually misogynistic language ("Don't worry! We'll get a dick in you as soon as we can!"), he certainly doesn't threaten them nearly as much as he would if they were male.

TL;DR I think Mickey DOES get along with women slightly better than men, if only because he doesn't need to be so nearly on-guard with them.

[gothfoxgirlboy]

How would Kit figure out their ears could be fucked for the first time? Did they just figure it out on their own?, or did someone propose or initiate it?

Sneezed while using a qtip and it poked their brain and made her cun

[dragonsdelightstudio]

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟...

Dante was binned yet again. The last time I touched him was over a year ago. I love his character but the doll has always frustrated me. The sculpt was not quite what I expected. Even after some modding and a dye job I still couldn’t connect.

I picked him out of the bin due to boredom and the fact that Rynn and I are having a disagreement about her paint job.

He has a wonderful face up, one that I’m actually kinda proud of.

Here’s the only photo of him from a year ago. I was convinced I was over him and deleted everything.

Not gonna lie, I’ve been kinda craving a dark skinned elf man, so let’s give this mod a shot.

I used Milliput Suoerfine for this task. I didn’t bother trying to tint because I was going to blend with the airbrush. (Spoiler alert, his tone was SO FN HARD TO MATCH. I wasted so much paint.)

I mostly used a cheap synthetic brush to push and shape the ears. An abundant amount of water helped blend the ears down, but also created a mess that required careful cleaning. The amount of qtips and precision qtips I went through was almost sinful.

The ears did clean up nicely. I was pleased with the amount of blending and smoothness I achieved with the brush.

As I said before, the skin tone match was a nightmare. Dante had a warm tone with hints of mahogany/warm orange? It’s definitely lovely to stare at.

I’m not very good with colors, I’ve always struggled with them. I’m thankful for google and other people who are adept in color theory because it definitely helped.

Okay, okay, maybe a slight shade off, but I’ll take it! (I had to edit out boobs, sorry.) I was also playing with iridescent cling film because I can never do one thing at a time and now everything has to be iridescent.

This ear did not blend as well as the other, which I only noticed after the paint but I had to work fast because the apoxie was setting up. I am certainly not going to fuss over it right now because this project was difficult as is. My hands wouldn’t cooperate, the sheer amount of paint, stabbing myself (again,) and the fact that the pot of paint I was using literally flew out of my hand and somehow missed everything but me. I discovered brown paint on my chest and I have no idea how it got there since I was wearing a full tee.

I think Dante is back. He’s stolen Night’s body temporarily just so I can look at him for the evening. 😌

He will certainly need a little beefier of a body in the future, not Ringdoll chonk but like, maybe DF-H 68 or something like what Kit has.

[dead-eyes-roll]

Hello, I’m Ameera a 23 years old Muslim lesbian who is trying to come out, I’ve been in the closet with my girlfriend for way too long, because of how dangerous and hard it is to come out as a lesbian to a religious Muslim family, but me and my girlfriend have decided to do whatever it takes and risk it all to come out, do you mind supporting and encouraging us?, we have the plan to go away which is why I have my donation campaign pinned on my profile, if I raise at least that goal I can start the process with my savings, I can’t come out until I’d gotten my apartment and I’m away from family, so please support by donating if you can and help reblog though I know we all have what we dealing with, so I’m not imposing we just need all the support and encouragement we can get, check my pinned post for more information on how you can support, if you are a Muslim queer and you are out, please help with tips on how to make it less complicated, any word of advice is also really needed, we really wanna come out but we need y’all 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ pride please come through for us, I believe pride is for all

okay hi ameera! i’m not muslim, but i am a trans guy. i can’t donate but i can encourage.

if you’re considering coming out, you’re gonna do great! i’m pretty sure you know that plenty of people won’t accept you, but that’s their issue. lots of love to you, and your girlfriend :)

good luck traveling, and i’ll try to spread this post as much as i can [im a relatively small blog, so it might not work].

@the-qtip-corner @nico-the-overlord @reptilianrapscallion420 @mentally-not-here-hehe @the-haiku-bot [help me out haiku bot] i think that’s it… reblog and tag whoever you can please, and if you can, donate! she has the thing in her pinned post

[specksizedgoddess]

You're so small! In order to use you, I think we'd need to do some training. First something small like blunt toothpick, then a qtip, a pencil, a tube of chapstick, until you're finally stretchy enough that I can use you as my next condom. Shoving my tiny girlcock into you, the musty heat wafting up from my sweaty balls driving you into a frenzy before I shove you in some gassy girls ass. Maybe when you fill with cum, you'll fly off, stuck in her ass--as useless as a condom as you were a tiny--we'd both make fun of you as you choke on cum and gas and shit. Maybe you hold, and afterward I can peel you off, overstretched, sullied, and filled with hot cum. I could throw you into the trash where you belong... or we could go no waste I could feed you to her, a delicious cream-filled morsel. you'd barely be a snack, but perhaps you could sustain her for another round before you're digested and squeezed out the same place you were squeezed in earlier. And just to make sure we've used you well enough, put you down at the bottom where you belong, we'd use you as fertilizer so the plants could suck from you anything her guts failed to grab. Maybe you'd go on to feed our cows or pigs, maybe we'd eat you again some day, either way, we'd use you to prove there is no "bottom of the food chain" for you to occupy, each time, we'd just push you further and further down.

.... OH MY FUCKING GOD.

OH MY FUCKING GOD IM. IMS DHAHFHSHAS HOLY SHIT MHMM FUQUQUEUQUAHAHS <3333

GOD GOD GOD PLEASE <3333

THIS IS HOW I WANT TO BE TREATED OH MY FUCKING GOD <33333

I need this so, so fucking badly... from being trained with household objects, stretching my little hole~ from being used like a condom to fuck some girls ass... GOD-

"As worthless a condom as you were a tiny" AFHDYSYAGDGAA GOD FUCK PLEASE <33

I want to moan and worship both of you, thabking you, so, so lost that I love every second of attention- ESPECIALLY if its making fun of my pathetic, worthless body...

God god god god god this is so absurdly hot I need this so fucking badly fucking. PLEASE <333

AND GOSH??? I NEED TO BE SHOWN TIME AND TIME AGAIN THAT IM UTTERLY FUCKING WORTHLESS JUST. GOD I NEED THIS SO BADLY <33

[h20]

my mousie passed away last night….weve had her since she was just a few days old, we found her while we were working at the kennels after a morning of power washing their cement runs. She was just lying there listless in the middle of the path I was walking, so out of place I thought “how did a cat toy get down here?” She wasn’t a toy, she was a baby!!!!

she imprinted on us very quickly as her eyes were only just opening at that point. I collaborated with online sources and experienced people to give her the nutrition she needed, and she really did thrive. her name was bo. we found her July 31, 2021….

just a few days ago she started to really rapidly decline….heavy breathing, less interest in food and water, we offered her water on the ends of qtips and smashed her favorite treats into an easier substance for her to east, she took her yogurt treats with such happiness even though she was struggling

the day before yesterday was the 11th anniversary from when my grandmother died, yesteday being her birthday. A big part of me wondered if bo was going to make an exit on the same day as my grandma did, but she waited until her birthday to do so….i hope in some cosmos, they and every other soul that’s been in our lives gets to all be together 🌈

RIP baby

[random0lover]

Perfume, fleece & pigment <3

Ask game

I am super sorry for responding to this so late, at first I though tumblr ate the ask cause for some reason it’s been doing th at lately but it was in my drafts so here we go! Sorry this is so long but I wanted to share some pics of my dogs! @homicidal-slvt

Perfume- favorite scent?

So I love the smell of coffee but my favorite candle is Better Homes & Garden Warm Leather & Amber. I’m not sure why but I absolutely love the way it smells and every time I go to Walmart I stop to smell it!

Fleece- have any pets?

I’ve talked about this a little before but I have four dogs! (A lot I know lol they drive me crazy but I love them dearly) 3 German Shepherd mixes (1 girl 2 boys) and a beagle chihuahua mix (a boy)

This is Diamond (or Sweet Sweet), she’s the mom of our other two german shepherds and her favorite things are laying out in the sun and crying for attention all the time 😂

Then this is Titan, yes his name matches how big of a dog he is. Sometimes I call him a “tank of a dog” or a “behemoth of a dog” but he loves playing and he can talk to you. For example he can tell you he’s really hungry, tell you he loves you, that he’s thirsty, and he has recently started asking us to not leave when we’re about to leave for work 😅

Then there’s Chewie (technically my dog but he loves my dad a lot for some reason 🙄 he’s a ball of energy and likes to bite my arm like it’s a chew toy if he gets to excited 💀 oh and his favorite snack are Qtips and loaves of bread 😭 the amount of time I’ve had to dig around in his mouth for a Qtips is ridiculous *sigh*

(he loves to sleep too)

The there’s the small little demon dog Boogie (technically his name is Max but we hardly call him that) and he loves to try and act like he’s the biggest dog lol him and Chewie have a love hate relationship cause one minute they’re laying with each other then the next it’s like their arguing over who gets to lay with me 😂

Oh and he loves to claw the shit out of you 💀

Pigment- what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose?

So I have naturally brown hair, it’s pretty dark but I do have red tones in it when I’m in the sun which I adore! Fun fact about me, I’ve never dyed my hair. I’ve wanted to and at one point I was actually going to get some like bronze or some type of red highlights but this was when I was like 12 so I don’t really remember but I have always loved the idea of doing some sort of dark purple! Most likely not all of my hair but like the lower half of it like a temporary dye or something? Tbh I haven’t put to much thought into it but yeah 🫠

[xiaokuer-schmetterling]

okay. notes on the lip scrub procedure:

i used a 1/2 tbsp of sugar and a 1/2 tbsp of coconut oil bc i couldn't fucking find my 1 tbsp measure (and that made enough lip scrub that after me & cryptid roomie did the thing. i also did my hands)

used the tip my forefinger (instead of a qtip or whatever) for more precise control over the application and preferred texture

even the gentle scrubbing caused a little surface pain...but less pain & damage than chewing the lips raw or pulling off skin strips so ヽ(´ー｀)ノ

(btw roomie has adhd and her lips are always scabbed & cracked from picking and licking at them. the sugar scrub did not open her scabs; it did soften them and remove the top layer)

super easy cleanup lol i licked it off my lips and then got the bit that smeared around my mouth with a papertowel dampened with hot water

tasted like sugar cookies! delicious treat !!!

applied a layer burt's bees cherry flavor moisturizing lip balm. am enjoying the sensation spreading the balm around on my smoothened lips with my softened fingers

skin on my hands felt so nice afterwards that i made another batch and did my face and elbows

ps. forgot to mention earlier. another way i treat cracked/torn lips is with some store brand triple antibiotic ointment. (the white lotion kind. not the goopy oily kind) yk. designed to help open skin wounds heal. also. is a short term deterrent to licking bc it tastes fucking gross. (and if anybody reading this is also plagued by nosebleeds. putting some of the ointment inside your nostrils is useful for preventative care when your nose feels dry inside. and also for helping to stop & treat the bleed and then preventing rapid recurrence)

UPDATE: morning after applying the lip scrub. woke up with soft lips still! a little dry but not bad. i put on some coconut oil before i went to sleep& there was no rough skin to grab and pull. so the only skin i picked overnight was hangnails on my fingers! lips remain smooth!!!

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perhaps ripping this one little piece of skin off my lips will at last render them plump and moisturized

[envyneko]

Just an update for readers:

I'm still working on it, I'm a little over halfway done with chapter 13 and for sure will be posting it before my trip to Japan!

It's been a hectic past month because we have kittens who, while are adorable, needed extra care and time. We took in the mama and she gave birth to 5 kittens total, though only 3 survived. One has a flat chest so he's been needing extra attention and several vet visits.

Without further ado though, here's some pictures of the babies!

Names as follows:

Black one with the white toes- Maha

Male of the two tabbies with the stylishhh vest- Bo

Only female of the group with a strong M on her forehead- Saku

In other fic news, I do have about the next 9ish chapters planned out. I'm getting back into the groove of writing now that these babies don't need quite as much care. (they got a respiratory infection from their mama while incubating and it took a bit to get them some medicine that was safe for em so we had to use moist qtips to loosen the gunk on their eyes so they could even open em)

I haven't forgotten or abandoned the fic, I promise :D!

[digiblueslush]

A thing that pisses me off so much is when things like the song gomenne gomenne by kikuo are talked about as scary in the horror sense or like "it sounds great but the lyrics are so dark" and just leaving it at that. It's like people forget that that ACTUALLY happens and discussing SA and other traumatic events aren't just something to seem edgy yk. Cuz that mindset feeds into the idea that survivors are attention seeking which is just a crazy concept on its own. I don't think people know how difficult it is to tell people you are a victim, and going through the reporting procedures. If people wanted to be edgy or different, they'd get a tattoo or start drama about something smaller. Who would want to be constantly blamed for not opening up sooner, have to deal with asshole police and detectives, have to describe everything that's ever happened in explicit detail, permanently lose personal belongings for the investigation, have qtips and cameras shoved up every hole, and be denied a case because there's not enough evidence or be able to get a case and have to argue for the safety of your life... All for the sake of being edgy??

*the exception to this is Melanie Martinez but she's also probably a big reason why this happens at all (before you come for me I used to really like her music and I'll still listen to her from time to time but my gawd why does she romanticize all these horrible things that DIDNT happen to her)