#Deep Acne patch

[freegopatchseo2023]

Deep vs. Surface Best Acne Treatment Methods

With our in-depth guide on distinguishing between deep acne and surface acne, you know how to heal acne. Understand the root causes, identify symptoms, and explore targeted treatment approaches. Learn the best acne treatment methods in the world.

[ember-not-amber]

all my girlies who get pimples on and/or inside their earlobes rise up!!! (I need to feel like I’m not the only one who gets them I feel like a freak)

[lux-astrorum]

the deep zit on my chin that I thought I got rid of a couple weeks ago resurrected. i hate everything

[kitteninabunker]

dork!reader fucking the entire football team in the locker room after they win their big game!

"can you take dick, pretty girl?" quarterback!gojo asked as his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip. you looked up at all 5 of them—gojo, toji, sukuna, choso, geto—standing above you in their tall, towering frames over your smaller body which made your cunt clench pathetically around nothing. you still wore glasses with lenses that made your actual eyes twice as big, your teeth are covered in oversized braces which earned you the nickname "metal mouth" throughout the school, you still haven't gotten that acne under control from your earlier years, so what exactly made you special enough to get split open by the hottest guys in school?

their popular cheerleader girlfriends would totally want you dead for this, but you can't think about that once your bra is torn off of you, your skirt hiked up and your panties pushed to the side, and each of your holes are being filled with a throbbing cock. being athletes, they had an insane stamina that your school-lunch-fueled body couldn't keep up with, the locker room filled with the sound of gojo's hip snapping roughly against your plush ass as his cock fills your asshole, sukuna suckling your boob as you lay on top of him so he can fuck that wet little cunt, and the icky choking noises spilling from your throat as choso shoves his entire cock into your tight mouth. you can feel both of their dicks rubbing against each other as they fucked you violently—your perineum is only so thick :(

you can feel tears burning in your eyes as you struggle to fit choso’s dick into your mouth as your nose is buried into his thick patch of pubic hair, your cheek bulges out in a cock shape as his fat, leaking tip hits the back of your throat. "mmmph!" you yelp around choso's pulsing shaft, feeling the burn in your skin from gojo curling his fingernails into the flesh of your ass, sukuna's tip kissing your cervix with each upward thrust. the others beat their dicks as they stand around you, leaking precum into your hair and onto your bare skin. sukuna's large, tattooed arms hug your lower back as he presses you down against him, making you feel so stuffed with his twitching cock, threatening to spill an entire load of his cum inside of you.

choso pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, his stiff cock flinging up and slapping his abdomen as a line of spit connects your plump lips to his swollen tip. you cough, barely having time to catch your breath before toji's rough hand grips your face and forces it still so he can shove his own dick between your parted lips. you feel gojo pulling out as your tightest hole contracts, leaving sukuna's greedy dick all alone inside of you before geto takes his place, pressing the fat head of his cock into your abused anus before sinking in with a low groan—using gojo's precum to slip inside of you easier. he sinks his cock deep into your ass, his groan vibrating against your sweat-slick skin as he stretches you open even further.

sukuna, still buried inside of your slit, clicks his tongue as he feels your cunt fluttering around him. "tch. greedy little thing." he sneers, his fingers digging bruises into your cheeks as he slams harder up into you, forcing you to take him even deeper. choso watches, pumping his cock in slow, lazy strokes, your spit glistening along his length as his dark eyes drink in the depravity before him. "fuck, she looks good like this," he murmurs, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "completely fucking used."

your body tightens at his words, pleasure sparking deep in your core as you feel sukuna's pace grow erratic. he's close, you can feel it in the way his thrusts lose rhythm, his cock throbbing inside your soaked cunt. "aaah, fuck." sukuna groans, moving one arm to press your head into the curve of his neck and shoulder. your body is a wreck, throat raw, holes stretched, your clit throbbing violently and neglected. toji keeps fucking your mouth without mercy, his thick cock bullying past the tight clutch of your throat, groaning as your gagging only makes him harder. tears spill down your cheeks, mixing with the spit dribbling down your chin—but he doesn't care, none of them do.

toji grips your hair, forcing you down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, and with a deep, guttural groan, he cums. thick, hot spurts shoot down your throat, and you swallow instinctively, choking around his length as he holds you there, making sure you take every drop. sukuna isn't far behind. his grip on your hips tightens, a sharp growl escaping his lips as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you with his release. you shudder, walls fluttering around him, and that's all it takes for geto to snap-his hands grip your ass, slamming in deep before spilling his own load inside your tightest hole, groaning as he feels your body milk him dry.

choso strokes himself faster, watching your fucked-out body trembling, and with a deep grunt, he lets go-ropes of cum splattering across your face, dripping down your cheeks, your lips, your chin. you barely have time to breathe before sukuna pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks from your swollen pussy. "messy little slut," he hums, smirking as he drags two fingers through the sticky mix, pushing it back inside you just to watch you squirm. toji chuckles, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "think she can go again?"

gojo's still catching his breath as he grins lazily. "oh, she will."

[keautifull]

Elevate Your Routine with the Latest Korean Cosmetics and Skincare Trends

In the ever-evolving world of beauty, Korean cosmetics and skincare continue to lead the way with innovation, efficacy, and style. At Keautiful, we’re passionate about delivering excellence and making high-quality K-Beauty products accessible to everyone. Today, we're diving into the latest Korean cosmetics and skincare trends that are transforming routines worldwide. From innovative skincare solutions to must-have makeup and wellness essentials, here's how you can elevate your beauty regimen with the freshest trends from Korea.

1. The Rise of Multifunctional Skincare

Gone are the days of using a dozen different products to achieve flawless skin. Korean skincare has embraced multifunctional products that simplify routines while delivering exceptional results. Look for products that combine hydration, anti-aging, and sun protection in one. For instance, BB creams and CC creams with SPF offer coverage, sun protection, and skincare benefits all in one easy step.

2. Essence Overload: The Power of Hydration

Essences have become a staple in Korean skincare routines, and for good reason. These lightweight, hydrating formulas penetrate deep into the skin, boosting moisture and preparing your skin for the next steps in your routine. Look for essences with ingredients like hyaluronic acid, fermented ingredients, and niacinamide to enhance hydration and brighten your complexion.

3. Innovative Sheet Masks: Your At-Home Spa Experience

Sheet masks are a Korean beauty phenomenon that continues to evolve. Modern sheet masks offer targeted treatments for various skin concerns, from brightening and anti-aging to soothing and hydrating. Incorporate sheet masks into your weekly routine for a pampering at-home spa experience that delivers instant results.

4. Dewy Skin Finish: Embrace the Glow

The dewy, glass-skin look is a defining feature of Korean beauty trends. Achieving this radiant finish requires products that enhance your skin’s natural glow. Opt for luminous foundations, highlighters, and finishing sprays that provide a youthful, dewy sheen. Korean brands often use light-reflecting ingredients that create a flawless, glowing complexion.

5. Skincare Meets Makeup: BB and CC Creams

BB and CC creams are beloved for their ability to combine skincare benefits with makeup coverage. These all-in-one products offer hydration, sun protection, and a flawless finish. BB creams are great for light coverage and daily wear, while CC creams provide color correction and more coverage for a polished look.

6. Sun Care is a Must: Protect and Perfect

Sun protection is a cornerstone of Korean skincare. Modern Korean sunscreens are lightweight, non-greasy, and often come with added skincare benefits like hydration and anti-aging properties. Incorporate a broad-spectrum SPF into your daily routine to protect your skin from harmful UV rays and maintain a youthful appearance.

7. Hair and Body Care: Holistic Beauty Approach

Korean beauty isn’t just about skincare and makeup; it extends to hair and body care as well. Explore hair care products infused with nourishing ingredients like ginseng and camellia oil. For body care, consider exfoliating scrubs, rich moisturizers, and soothing body masks that keep your skin soft and radiant.

8. Accessories to Enhance Your Routine

Korean beauty accessories, such as facial rollers and gua sha tools, can elevate your skincare routine. These tools help to stimulate circulation, reduce puffiness, and enhance the absorption of skincare products. Incorporate them into your routine for a spa-like experience at home.

9. Wellness Integration: Beauty from Within

Korean beauty philosophy emphasizes holistic wellness as a key component of beauty. Consider integrating wellness practices into your routine, such as consuming beauty-boosting teas or supplements. These can support healthy skin from the inside out and complement your external skincare regimen.

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At Keautiful, we’re committed to bringing you the best of Korean beauty and wellness. Stay tuned for updates on the latest trends, new product launches, and expert tips to help you achieve your best look. Whether you’re a K-Beauty enthusiast or new to the scene, we have everything you need to elevate your routine and embrace the radiant, healthy skin you deserve.

Explore our collection at www.Keautiful.com and discover the transformative power of Korean cosmetics and skincare. Elevate your routine today and experience the magic of K-Beauty!

[niki-phoria]

i've never known someone like you / tangled in love, stuck by you

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 439

notes: this is 100% self indulgent bc i love kento yamazaki so much, begging and pleading on my knees for more arisu fics pretty please, not my best work honestly, apologies about my inconsistent posting lol uni is hard ://, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from beabadoobee - glue song

ARISU RYOHEI looks like little more than a heap of messy, black hair laying beside you. his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. soft breaths occasionally escape his parted lips. his arm stretches across the expanse of your mattress; his fingertips are just barely able to reach the curve of your waist. 

his body seems to glow beneath the golden glow of the morning sunlight. summer had returned, bringing arisu’s tan skin back with it. in the silence, the rest of the world fades into the background. reaching up, you brush the hair away from arisu’s face. you tuck the longest strands behind his ear, leaving the rest to settle against his nose bridge. gingerly, you begin to trace your hand against arisu’s face. your thumb brushes against small patches of acne scars littering his cheeks. 

your hand falls lower, now running down his neck and tracing against the edge of his shoulder. your fingertips trace against the curve of his collarbones and dance along the skin of his bare chest. arisu flinches slightly and then stirs at the feeling. though he doesn’t open his eyes, you don’t miss the way a deep flush spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

goosebumps rise along arisu’s skin as your hand trails even lower before finally settling against his waist. you trace miscellaneous shapes against his skin, taking the time to admire the man before you. arisu’s lips have curved upwards slightly into the faintest smile. 

you shuffle across the sheets, closing the gap between your bodies. leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips. “good morning,” you whisper.

arisu squeezes his eyes shut. he groans quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist, finally opening his eyes. he squints, doing his best to make out your figure before him despite his tiredness. “can i have a real kiss?” 

you hum, pulling away slightly. arisu reacts almost immediately, tightening his grip around your waist ever so slightly. “i don’t know, ryohei,” you say teasingly. you cup his face between your hands, holding his jaw between your fingertips. arisu’s gaze flickers down to your lips momentarily before returning to your eyes. “you haven’t even said good morning yet.” 

arisu pauses, then smiles. he chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you into a tight hug. this time it’s him who reaches up to cup your cheek as he leans in to rest his forehead against your own. “good morning,” he murmurs. he barely waiting a second before he’s pulling you close, finally pressing his lips against your own. 

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[honeytonedhottie]

micro glow up part one⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

in this post we'll be talking about habits and little ways in which u can improve ur health and appearance without doing anything too drastic. a micro-glow up to stay polished…💬🎀

DRY SHAMPOO ;

dry shampoo helps with smell and reducing oil and all in all just a rly super useful tool that i hope we're all taking advantage of! so to use it simply divide ur hair into sections and shake the canister before application.

make sure that u hold it at least 10-12 inches away from ur roots. and then just brush it out and voila. just get the dry shampoo that matches ur hair color. so for me i have black hair so i'd purchase a dry shampoo that is designed specifically for dark hair.

WRAP UR HAIR AT NIGHT ;

create a protective barrier around ur hair at night to prevent frizz. with things like silk wraps and bonnets etc. treat ur hair LIKE A BABY. be super gentle to it so it can be soft and moisturized. if ur hair is more coarse or thick use the dominican tubi wrap.

CHOOSE THE RIGHT SHAMPOO ;

so theres a difference between ur everyday shampoo and a CLARIFYING shampoo. a clarifying shampoo is simply more of a deep clean so if ur using a clarifying shampoo EVERY single day you'll find that ur hair is lowkey straw-like and thats not the move.

clarifying shampoo is a super deep cleanse for ur scalp and u shouldn't be using it every single day…💬🎀

furthermore using a scalp scrub once a week or two weeks to stimulate ur scalp is rly rly wonderful. to just kind of do a deep clean of ur scalp and stimulate blood flow which can also help hair growth.

IF YOU HAVE ACNE ;

i used to have bad acne so i think im qualified to talk EXTENSIVELY on this subject but i won't make this section of the post too lengthy but i think these tips are valuable if ur struggling with acne…💬🎀

♡ invest in a pimple popping tool kit

u can literally get these off of amazon and u can learn to use them via youtube but as long as u store them properly and use them properly u can get rid of whiteheads and black heads safely and most effectively.

when doing an extraction wash ur hands and the area that ur about to extract from to make sure u have a super clean base. also make sure to soften the skin with a warm washcloth before starting. i've found that it minimizes pain.

hot tip : warm water opens pores and cold water tightens pores which is why when doing an extraction its important to use warm water and when ur done wash with cold water…💬🎀

♡ use blotting papers if u have oily skin

♡ invest in adorable and effective pimple patches

THE IMPORTANCE OF FACE MASKS ;

make sure to understand ur skin type/skin concerns before committing to a specific face masks. for example if u have more oily skin use a clay mask once or twice a week, if u have dryer skin go for a hydrating face mask. i rly rly LOVE sheet masks.

ALL ABOUT BROWS ;

wash ur brows with a gentle cleanser and make sure to keep them groomed cuz it makes ur eyes look bigger and gives u a more rejuvenated look. plus it makes u look very clean. dont forget to wash ur brows because washing them stimulates growth + prevents ingrown and painful pimples within or around ur brows.

ALL ABOUT EARS ;

DONT OVERLOOK UR EARS. make sure to clean in and around ur ears. like when ur showering just take ur finger with a little bit of gentle cleanser and just clean the shell of ur ear, the lobe, behind ur ears etc. do this on a daily basis. it literally takes 2 seconds.

and to clean ur ears DONT use a cotton swab. ik it feels rly good sometimes but what it does is just push the wax back into ur brain or whatever so instead take a cotton ball and soak it in some warm water, hydrogen peroxide and mineral oil and just tilt ur head to the side <- so that the opening of ur ear is facing up and hold for about a minute and then tilt ur head back and let the fluid drain out.

[feinecutasy]

New Tenant

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ stood anxiously in front of the flat. The landlord, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ, so far had been very wholesome and welcoming. Almost unnaturally so. The young man’s mind drifted to memories of their first meeting.

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It was too good to be true. A fully furnished studio flat, right in the city’s centre, with monthly rent not even above 70% of market price. Photos and the description showed nothing unusual – not even a hint of outraging demands or potential contractual traps, aside from a preference for a quiet, not too party-going tenant. The offer had already been up for a week. There must be a catch. An offer this good would have vanished in less than 2 days. There's only one way for Steve to find out.

Steve stood anxiously in front of the flat. Setting up an appointment was relatively straightforward, and the warm and energetic way in which the deep-voiced owner communicated had definitely helped in keeping his doubts at bay. He had imagined Peter Choi, the owner of a flat that was – perhaps not too coincidentally – barely a few steps away from the Korean district, to be some slim, slightly conservative middle-aged ethnic Korean man looking to further increase his hard-earned wealth. The very moment when he heard an enthusiastic „Hi, you must be Steve! I’m Peter. C’mon in!” booming out from within the flat, his preconception was completely shattered.

The man in front of him was an imposing tower of sheer muscles, with pale skin, a buzz cut, bushy eyebrows and a full, even bushier beard. Patches of hair chaotically lined up his chest, a glimpse of which was made possible thanks to the top two undone buttons of his shirt; the poor thing struggling to contain his hefty, herculean pecs. His youthful face was acne-covered, his neck thicker than Steve’s thighs, and his dilated grey eyes not too different from those of a weed-lover after a fat joint. Fortunately, and unfortunately at the same time, Steve couldn’t sense from the man the distinct stoner’s smell, only one accumulated from spending too much time in a sweaty locker room. Still, the signs did little to curb in Steve’s mind the image of a druggy youngster to whom the thought of free time not spent pumping iron would seem greatly outrageous. The brutish built was more befitting of someone who suffers brain damage in the wrestling ring for a living, but nevertheless there was a classical, Michelangelesque handsomeness in his visage, and the faint insidiousness of a shrewd businessman in his manner. And there was also … something else. Something uncanny that Steve couldn’t figure out. Oddly enough, perhaps it was this „something” that had rendered Steve’s instincts dysfunctional, for in other circumstances, he would have immediately bolted away from the sight of such a man and the number of red flags.

Steve convinced himself of the flat’s mint condition after having checked all of its nooks and crannies. The company of Peter was greatly appreciated, as the man turned out to be a great conversationalist. Steve was already hooked, and when Peter said that he would love to have someone calm and understanding like Steve as his new tenant after the last one wrecked his place, he was determined. The generous landlord even offered Steve dinner at a Korean restaurant nearby, and after having all his questions answered („Yes, I took my wife’s last name. Hard to find a pasty white guy with a Korean last name, aye?”, „I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s just genetics. I don’t do drugs.”) and his belly stuffed with soybean stew, kimchi and grilled pork belly, Steve happily signed the tenancy agreement.

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Steve stood anxiously in front of the flat, bags and suitcases by his side. It didn’t take long for Peter to arrive. The two exchanged greetings and quickly entered the flat. Just like the first time they met, Steve felt unease for no particular reason. A shiver went up his spine as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but the discomfort shortly dissipated he was reassured by his landlord’s radiating energy and rambunctiousness.

„This is the key to the flat, this one … for the gate, but you can also use a code. I’ll send it to you on WhatsApp. Much quicker that way, actually. This one for the letterbox. And … I think that’s basically it”, Peter smiled warmly as his he handed the keychain to his new tenant. After having the latter thanked him, he stepped towards the table to fetch something.

„By the way, I brought you some pizza!”

A mix of gratitude and embarrassment momentarily seized Steve. It’s their second time meeting and he was already receiving so much from his landlord. He blurted out a few words of gratitude, unable to hide his excitement upon seeing the pizza box in Peter’s meaty hand. Placing the box right in the centre of Peter’s field of vision, the bulky man opened it with his left hand in one quick, swift motion.

There was no pizza. Inside the box was a smooth, slick, black creature that somewhat resembled the legless amalgamation of an ant and a spider had it not been for the writhing fleshy mass of thin, long tentacles – which looked more like the skinny tassels trailing behind a jellyfish – floating in front of what’s supposed to be it head.  Light bounced off its chitinous carapace, bringing out a vibrant purple sheen. In the place where there were supposed to be eyes, a slit ran across the curved surface, parting the roots of the tentacles into two orderly clusters. The thorax, which connected the head to the rest of the body was in essence a bumpy, ragged, solid and relatively passive hump.  The most striking of its features was the abdomen – a voluptuous, oblong sac covered by a veiny, glossy membrane that revealed strange organs pulsating within a clear gelatinous substance inside.            

When Steve could finally process the outlandish scene unfolding in front of him, it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, thousands of fleshy threads shot out and latched onto his face while at the same time contracting, bringing the creature closer to him. Each of the threads touched the surface of his skin, flattened out before taking on the same colour and texture as his own flesh. They then softly dug into his face, slowly assimilating with his facial nerves. Instinctively, Steve tried to scream, but a wall of flesh was already formed before his mouth, blocking any sound from coming out. His attempt to use his hands to yank the thing away was in vain, for Peter was already keeping both of his scrawny limbs in a tight grip.  

With his sight partially obscured by the wall of flesh that was now linked with his mouth, Steve could see the creature’s thorax split into two, revealing a more organic, fleshy organ slowly making its way out. His eyes could only perceive colourful waves of light hovering above the organ, for his human vision lacked the precision required to notice the row of microscopic, hooked needles slowly protruding out from the creature’s middle. The organ slithered to his side until he could no longer see it, slowly positioning itself straight behind his back. Steve could only feel a slight tickle on his nape, oblivious to the fact that his nervous system was already subdued.

Steve’s eyes dilated. All struggles had ceased. Peter loosened his grip on Steve as the latter’s limbs relaxed. His breath stabilised. The adrenaline rush has been quelled, and his heart rate and blood flow had returned back to their normal paces. Steve looked dully ahead, though whatever his eyes perceived, his brain registered none of it, for it was being distracted by something else. Someone or something was crawling through his mind. Memories in random chronological order flashed on and off abruptly inside his head. Highschool feud. Second job. Drunk on the tube. Lost in the shopping centre. Deployment. First love. Bike incident … He then started to realise that some of these memories weren’t his. He could vaguely made out the personas who owned them. A macho construction worker from Eastern Europe. A young, inexperienced American soldier. A middle-aged Korean immigrant …  All but one sets of memories ended in one exact same moment, which Steve now knew would also become a part of his memory shortly after.

The fleshy wall in front of his mouth pulsated, pushing the creature’s sac pushed closer and closer, until it finally entered his oral cavity. The carapace dropped to the floor, producing a faint clank. The pulsating continued as the viscous, translucent liquid was pumped into Steve’s mouth. His compromised nerves pulled on, gently nudging him to swallow, after which the whole content of the sac was free to travel further inside his body.  

Intense heat spread through Steve’s whole body. His now heavy testicles sagged down greatly as the scrotum struggled to adjust to their new combined weight after the latest influx of extraterrestrial, invigorating material. Acnes broke out over his face and elsewhere on his body due to its unfamiliarity with and inability to process bursts of testosterone in the span of mere seconds. His cock twitched with anticipation, growing longer and thicker; the head swelled, glistening with pre-cum. Alien energy induced extreme growth in all of his cells. His frame expanded, muscles bulging beneath smooth skin everywhere in parallel with his growth in both the horizontal and vertical direction. His clothes were starting to yield. His underwear gave in to his virile front and his ever-expanding muscular rear. His jeans surrendered to his man-crushing colossal thighs. His t-shirt torn from the pressure of his thickening biceps, triceps and the two still swelling hairy mounds of meat on his chest. His body tried to regulate the never seen before amount of intense heat inside but to no avail: the suffocating smell of sweat had already dominated the room, and it won’t be long before his body develops a reeking body odour that no deodorant nor showering could ever get rid of. The flesh wall that covered his mandible earlier had been absorbed into his body. His face took on all the facial features of Peter – his bushy eyebrows and beard, his strong, straight nose, down to his piercing grey eyes that are now still dilating due to the creature’s earlier interference. The fleshy organ that was attaching to his nape finally detached from its shell. The lump of flesh burrowed deeper into his neck, transforming it into an even thicker and muscular one that would put any professional wrestler to shame. His Adam’s apple as a result grew and protruded out a little more to make room for his enhanced voice box, further deepening his voice.    

In the room, two identical hulking men stood face to face, one clothed, one practically naked. Beneath their feet lied an empty pizza box and a carapace of some unidentified organism.  

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3 years later …

ᴏꜱᴄᴀʀ stood anxiously in front of the flat. The landlord, ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ, so far had been very wholesome and welcoming.

Almost unnaturally so.

[canidtalks]

Tw: representation of BFRBs

Bob who doesn’t judge, scold, belittle or force you into stopping picking behaviors but will be incredibly supportive if you do want to stop.

Bob who will gently take your hands from you and kiss your hands & fingers if you bite & pick too deep or for too long. Who will just wipe away any bleeding or escort you to the sink.

Bob who will help apply antiseptic or ointment, who doesn’t care how many times you need assistance adjusting or replacing bandaids. Who will give you reassurance that it’s okay and that he wants to do this.

Bob who will similarly just help you take care of any reopened wounds and bleeding if the scabs are pulled off.

Bob who doesn’t care about if you develop any bald patches, or acne scars just watches for any bumps, infections or if the skin ends up irritated. He just wants you safe.

Bob who keeps a couple extra fidgets or chews on hand for if you forget them, who just silently offers one to you if he thinks you need it but doesn’t judge or pressure you if you decline

Bob who, only if you want him to, will gladly hold your hands to keep you from picking, who will remind you if you start, who will replace with a fidget or chew into your hands, but never with an air of annoyance, or judgement, or a scolding tone.

Because he gets it. He knows. He fidgets with and picks at his clothes himself, he understands how hard those things can be to stop. How judged you’ve both been for it your whole life.

[dovenskin]

combining these two requests:

HAIIIAA!!! Okay let's get straight to the point- josh body worship smut fic!?!? Thank you!! :3 i loveee love love yer fics!! // ur writing is so gorgeous!!! Thoughts abt josh hair-pulling smut fic...? I love his long hair and i think it's one of his key features!

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josh levy ノ

cw : oral (m received), Anal/vaginal penetration (reader receiving),hair pulling ,body worship / praise kink, dom/sub dynamic (soft dom reader, subby/vocal Josh), overstim, cowgirl (i love doing josh in cowgirl/reverse 😞) mild degration

✦ Title: Pulling Strings

an: hiii thanks for requesting!! yesyes i love josh’s hair very yummy so delicious

© dovenskin

Josh Levy didn’t know where to put his hands.

Literally.

He’d been hard since you kissed him on the couch—sloppy, slow, hand tugging his ponytail just to hear him whimper—and now you were dragging him backward toward the bed like some sexed-up force of nature. And Josh? Josh looked like he’d just been hit with a sonic blast.

“Wait, w-wait—hold on,” he stammered, eyes wide behind smudged glasses. “You're serious? You’re gonna—You’re taking my shirt off? Why??”

You grinned. “Of course I am. I want to see you.”

“You—you want to see—?” His voice cracked. “Okay. No, yeah. That’s… okay. Uh. God.”

You tugged the Dune tee over his head. His chest was soft, his stomach round and warm, dotted with acne scars and patches of uneven hair—and you loved it. You kissed the center of his belly, lips trailing lower until your tongue licked just above the button of his jeans.

Josh let out a sound that could only be described as a cross between a squeak and a groan.

“F-Fuck, are you—You’re seriously—You’re going down on me?” He fisted the sheets like he was bracing for hyperspace. “Okay. I—I need a second. I need like a system reboot. You’re really gonna—fuck—okay—”

You unbuttoned his jeans slowly, tugging them down his thighs, revealing boxers already straining against a thick, twitching bulge. His thighs were warm and shaking, slightly spread already, like he was offering himself without realizing it.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said simply, pulling his boxers down.

Josh turned bright red. “I—wha—You—you don’t have to say that, you know, I’m—I know I’m not exactly—fuck—”

You took him into your mouth.

He yelled. Head thrown back, thighs tensing, mouth open like he’d been electrocuted.

“Jesus fucking christ— okay—OKAY—wait, wait, wait, wait, you’re—ohmygod—”

His cock was thick and heavy on your tongue, flushed deep pink at the tip, already leaking. You sucked gently, then deeper, running your tongue along the underside, one hand stroking the base while the other slid up his trembling stomach.

Josh moaned—loud, desperate, raw—like he’d never felt anything like it.

“You’re so—fuck, your mouth feels so good—I can’t—I’m gonna—I’m gonna embarrass myself, I swear to God—”

You reached up and grabbed a fistful of his ponytail.

Josh choked on his moan.

His hips jerked up into your mouth, eyes squeezed shut like the sensation short-circuited him. “Holy SHIT—do that again—pull it, please, pull it—”

You did. Hard.

“FUCK—”

You popped off him just to grin. “Didn’t think you’d be into that.”

“Are you kidding me?! That’s—that’s like number two on the list right after this,” he panted, eyes flicking down to your hand wrapped around his cock. “You could yank me around like a leash and I’d still say thank you.”

You pushed him back against the pillows, kissing down his stomach again. He writhed. Loud, eager, too sensitive.

And then—you climbed on top of him.

Josh’s eyes went huge.

“W-WAIT,” he wheezed. “Are you gonna—you’re gonna ride me? You’re gonna ride me? Are you sure? I mean—I’m—holy shit, I love you—”

You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, slick and aching for him, and his voice broke.

“Oh fuuuck, waitwaitwait, oh my god, you feel so—oh fuck—”

You sank down slow, inch by inch, and Josh’s whole soul left his body.

Hands scrambling for your hips, eyes wide in disbelief, his breath stuttered out in high-pitched, needy gasps. You moved slow, just enough to make him feel every squeeze of your walls, every bounce, every clench. His head rolled back.

“Shit, oh fuck, I’m gonna come—I’m not gonna last—please—please keep going—I’ll do anything—”

You tugged his ponytail again. He sobbed.

“You feel so good,” you whispered against his ear. “So full. You like me riding you like this, Josh?”

“Yes, yes, please, you’re so good—so good, I’ve never—oh god—”

You rode him through it, dragging him up and over the edge until he came with a desperate, high moan, bucking hard beneath you. His thighs shook. His fingers left marks in your skin.

You didn’t stop.

You kept going, letting him feel just how much control you had—letting him worship you with those frantic, wide eyes and whiny noises. He was a mess under you: flushed, dripping sweat, hair stuck to his neck, completely undone.

When you finally collapsed beside him, both of you wrecked, Josh turned to look at you with glassy awe.

“…You could’ve been doing this the whole time?” he whispered. “I—I feel like I just hit a hidden bonus level. Can we do this again? Like. Forever?”

You laughed and brushed a hand over his chest. “Only if I get to keep pulling your hair.”

“Deal. And next time, I’ll—nghh, god—I’ll return the favor. Hardcore.”

He grinned like he meant it. And you knew he’d try. Awkwardly. Passionately. Sincerely.

Josh Levy might’ve been a blowhard nerd—but he was your blowhard nerd.

And right now? He was putty in your hands.

[bloomzone]

Essential Home Self-Care Must-Haves

✔ Green Clay – my BFF , Detoxifies skin, clears acne, and tightens pores. Use it as a face mask once or twice a week.

✔ Coconut Oil – Multipurpose queen! Use it for deep hair conditioning, body moisturizing, or even as a natural lip balm.

✔ Rosemary Oil – Hair growth booster! Mix a few drops with a carrier oil (like coconut oil) and massage into your scalp.

✔ Ice – Instant glow hack! Reduces puffiness, shrinks pores, and makes your skin look fresh and tight.

✔ Rice Water – Strengthens hair, adds shine, and improves skin texture. Use it as a hair rinse or toner.

✔ Aloe Vera Gel – Soothing and hydrating for both skin and hair. Perfect for sunburns, pimples, and dry patches.

✔ Olive Oil – Deeply nourishes hair, softens cuticles, and works as a natural makeup remover (not for all skin type !)

✔ Cucumber – Soothes and refreshes tired eyes.

✔️ Potato Juice – Lightens dark spots, reduces puffiness, and brightens skin.

✔ Chia Seeds Gel – Hydrates skin and hair, making them plumper and shinier.

✔ Carrot & Beetroot Juice – Enhances skin glow from the inside out.

@bloomzone

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[kakao-lovey]

𖦹 Your all-encompassing scripting / OC creation sheet for shifting, writing or manifestation

Just something I created for funsies. This sheet doesn't really have a target audience, use it for whatever you like.

Full name:

Nickname: (Family: Partner: School/work: )

Age: (Perceived: Mental: Physical: )

Pronouns:

Gender identity:

Sexuality, romanticism:

Status: (Single/Dating/Engaged/Open/Married/Other)

Height:

Weight:

Family:

Medical conditions:

𖦹 Physical appearance

Most striking feature:

Skin colour: (Undertones, overtones, cold/warm/neutral)

Blush colour:

Skin features: (Acne, rosacea, freckles, stretch marks, moles, vitiligo, wrinkles/lines, scars, tan lines, bruises)

Skin type: (Oily, combination, dry, normal, eczema)

Other skin descriptions: (Ashy, transparent, clear, soft, even-tone, rich, glowy)

Hair colour: (Specify warm/cold/neutral shade, dyed or natural)

Hair type: (1a-4c) *

Hair porosity: (Low, high, normal) *

Hair thickness: (Strands, overall volume)

Hair length and cut: (Waist, mid-back, shoulder-length) (Find a picture on Pinterest and paste it here)

Other hair descriptions: (Glossy, soft, coarse, feathery, light, glowy, matte)

Eye colour:

Eye shape: *

Eyelid type: (Double, monolid)

Glasses: (Prescribed or fashion, colour, metal or plastic, shape)

Eyelash length, thickness, colour:

Other eye features: (Eye patch, scarring, heterochromia, aegyosal, eye bags/under-eye appearance)

Other eye descriptions: (Tired, sparkling, starry, watercolour, deep, dead)

Nose shape: (Hooked, button, ski-slope, flat, angled)

Lip shape: (Heart-shape, round, thin, plump)

Lip colour: (Rosy, red, neutral, two-toned)

Other lip descriptions: (Plush, soft, kissable, upturned/downturned, cracked)

Ear shape: (Large, small, more protruding or less protuding)

Piercings: (Any facial/body piercings)

Tattoos:

Other body modifications:

Posture:

Mannerisms:

Body type: (Plus-size, athletic, underweight, toned, thin, chubby etc.)

Body shape: (Pear, hourglass, inverted triangle, rectangle, apple)*

Hands: (Long or short fingers, bony or chubby, veins)

Arms: (Muscular, thin)

Legs: (Thighs, calves, ankles)

Waist, belly:

Chest:

Shoulders and back:

Feet: (Large shoe size, small shoe size)

𖦹 Style

Main wardrobe colours:

Clothing aesthetic in a few words:

Statement pieces:

Clothing quality and material:

Preferred clothing store(s):

Casual outfit: (An example of what you wear):

Dressy outfit:

Sports outfit:

Sleepwear:

Hair accessories:

Main hairstyles:

Bags:

Jewellery:

Other accessories:

Specific items of clothing you have:

Makeup style:

Perfume/body scent:

Manner of talking:

Stance on swearing:

𖦹 Personality

Take each of these attributes and put them on a slider from zero to one-hundred. Add explanations, if desired.

Introvert/Extrovert: (Social battery)

Pessimist/optimist:

Kindness and generosity:

Charm:

Serious/silly:

Self-love, self-preservation:

Energy in social settings (Hyperactive, tired and reserved):

Attitude towards work/education:

Attitude towards life in general:

Discipline:

Love of routine:

Quiet life / busy life:

Creativity:

Attachment to reality: (Tendency to dissociate)

Paranoia:

Political/social opinions: (Or lack thereof)

Philosophical standpoint: (Optional)

Religious standpoint: (Optional)

Dislikes:

Likes:

Motivation / reason to live:

Love language(s):

𖦹 Occupation

Current place of education/work:

Your standing at your place of work/education: (High schooler, manager, CEO, apprentice)

History of education/apprenticeship/lack thereof: (E.g. Went to kindergarten here, primary school there, switched schools etc.)

Academic achievements (What you would put on your resume):

Grades: (Past, present or future)

Hobbies:

Activities in free time:

Favourite music / things to listen to:

Favourite movies / shows / things to watch:

Favourite books / comics / manga / things to read:

Favourite things to draw / paint / compose / create: .* : If you are unsure, do research

[wettblanket]

It's not his sister standing on the porch when Ford swings the front door open. The person leans away from his crossbow and he forces himself to blink the blurriness way from his bloodshot eyes.

In a voice that is too deep to belong to Ford's younger sibling, the person says, "Well, I can always count on you for a warm welcome."

It sounds like they smoke a pack a day, deep and rumbled in an oddly familiar way. Ford readjusts his aim. His arms are starting to shake again. The coffee is wearing off.

The person scowls at him, their thick eyebrows furrowing. The black beanie they wear is thread bare and littered with holes. Dark greasy brown hair sticks out of it and curls in a tangled mess past their shoulders. Their maroon jacket is stained with various substances. Their jeans are even worse, practically bleached white from wear and covered in spatters of something long dried.

Ford is sure if his nose was functioning right now this person would smell as bad as him. Maybe even worse. It doesn't look like they've showered in a long time.

Acne runs rampant across their boxy face. Their nose is big and reddish. Ford fights the numb urge to touch his own in comparison. Their stomach pouches out, almost like a beer gut, but their hips are just as wide set and curvy. Their chest is hard to make out. There's enough of a bump there that they could have breasts.

Could this really be his sister? Or is this the shape shifter trying to gain access to his home?

"Constance..." Ford hesitates, still trying to decipher the puzzle in front of him. "Did anyone follow you? Anyone at all?"

The person who doesn't look like his sister scoffs. "Eh, hello to you too pal." Their eyeroll isn't subtle. But it is achingly familiar. Constance used to do the same thing when Ma tried lecturing her about how to behave like 'a proper lady'. "And you know my name, genius. Call me by it."

Ford lowers his crossbow at the mention of the forgotten nickname of childhood past. He'd not called his sister anything but her given name since high school after Pa sat him down and warned him off of indulging in his twin's bad habits.

"...Stan."

It rolls of his lips uncertain and stilted. Wrong. Ford doesn't have the time to waste on frivolous things like preferred names. The world is at stake.

He lunges forward and gets a fistful of Constance's collar to yank her into the threshold of his home. His other hand drops the crossbow for the pen light nestled in his coat pocket.

Up close it's easier to find the similarities between the version of his sister Ford remember and this dilapidated mess of a person. There's a familiar faded scar by her temple from a boxing accident. Another scrape on the side of her cheek where that one patch of acne never went away. Deep honey brown eyes that dilate when under the light.

As Ford flicks his wrist to light up her other eye does Constance seem to react. She makes an unhappy, maybe even disgusted, grunt and shoves him away. Ford idly notices the fact that she's wearing black gloves and the faint dampness of melting snow on her shoulders.

"Hey! What is this?" She slaps his arms down but once Ford backs off she stays against the wall. Her face is twisted up into something Ford's cloudy brain can't make out right now. What she's thinking means nothing. He has a job for her.

"I wasn't making sure you weren't - " A horrifically familiar high pitched giggle whispers past Ford ear and he can't help the way his eyes dart around. "Ah, it's nothing. Come in."

Ford retreats further into his house. He clutches his coat closed and digs his nails into the seam and buttons there to ground himself. He's not dreaming. He's awake. This is reality.

Constance shuts the door and her dull footsteps follow after him. Ford doesn't stop until he's standing in front of the secret entrance bookcase.

"Look," She says with a touch of exasperation, "you going to explain what's going on here? You're acting like Ma after her tenth cup of coffee."

Ford has probably drank twice that today. He lost count after seven. "Listen, there isn't much time." He grabs his journal off the messy, paper covered desk, and whirls back around. Constance's eyebrows are furrowed again. It almost looks like concern. It's the same expression she'd get when she was trying to figure out if someone had messed with him and caused his bad mood.

"I've made huge mistakes and I don't know who I can trust anymore." Ford twitches as he comes to a stop beside the skeleton he can't remember why he kept in the house to begin with. He automatically turns its head away from them. He can't stop moving. He can feel sleep buzzing in the back of his head, crawling its way toward his eyes like starving ants.

"Hey, easy there." Constance keeps her body facing him as he paces past her. It's a minimal comfort. "Let's talk this through, okay?"

Her hand, so much larger than Ford remembers it being, lands softly on his shoulder. Ford drinks the solid weight in. A brief anchor to reality. He is awake.

This is where Ford tripped himself up thinking and overthinking and analyzing the best way to go about this. Constance was headstrong on the best of days. To give her a direct order was like asking her to do the complete opposite. The only real option Ford had was to ask.

The idea of doing so gave him violent shivers, however. Ford twists around to face his twin again. He's asked things of her before. Back when the world made sense. Back when his sister was his solstice.

Things have changed. Drastically. But who could Ford turn to in a situation like this? Constance, despite her faults, had been endlessly loyal to him and him alone. The likelihood of her turning against him, of being swayed by Bill or other supernatural forces, was practically impossible.

Ford knew deep down that if he managed to ask, she would do it. She had always done as he asked. It was just the embarrassing cycle of actually expressing what he desired.

But this time wasn't like any of the lasts. This wasn't a teenagers pathetic attempt at intimacy. This was the fate of the world.

Ford offers out his journal, ignoring how badly his hands are trembling. "I have something to ask of you."

Constance reaches out and the moment her fingertips brush the cover, it's like the weight of everything that's been crushing down on him lifts, just a little.

She turns it over in her hands, oddly reverent and careful. Ford feels his body twitching involuntarily and knows he needs to get her out of here as soon as possible. He's starting to fall asleep. He can't afford to let Bill take over. Not with her so close. Not with everything the demon knows about her. About them.

"Remember our plans to sail around the world on a boat?" His eyes water as he struggles to keep them open. Constance blurs into a dark colored blob in front of him. "Take this book, get on a boat, and sail as far as you can! To the edge of the earth. Bury it where no-one can find it."

Thick silence stretches after his bold exclamation. It gets harder to keep his eyelids from dipping closed. The room sways around him. The only thing that remains steady and immovable is his beloved sister. She'll fix everything. Just like always.

"That's it?" Constance's voice is rough and whispered. Ford almost doesn't hear her, with her timber much lower than he's used to. "You finally want to see me after ten years and it's to tell me to get as far away from you as possible?"

Something in her tone isn't right. Why is she fighting him? Why isn't she just listening like normal? Can't she do anything correctly? Ford is asking for so little and she can't even try to mend the gap.

"You have no idea what I've done to 'mend the gap', you pompous asshole." Constance snarls and stomps past him toward the front door. Ford struggles to keep up with her flurry of movement. He can't tell if she still has the journal in hand or not.

"Wait, Constance!"

"It's Stan!" She roars. Ford instinctively flinches back. Years of childhood fear comes flooding back. She sounds like like their father. "My fucking name is Stanley! Not that you give a shit, if you ever did in the first place."

The words cut and leave Ford's chest throbbing in pain. His vision swims but he stumbles after his twin. This isn't right. Reality is melting away from his grasp. Constance can't been here. He can't let Bill near her.

He can't lose the only person he's got left.

"Get out of here."

Constance says something in response but it's muffled and milky. Ford's world tilts and spins, the muted colors of his house blurring together in a dizzyingly ball of watercolor. The blob of red waves in and out of focus as Ford's body finally gives out and his mind detaches to drift above it all. The warped noises dim into oblivion and the world goes hauntingly dark.

The last lingering thought Ford has is that he's let the wrong person into his house. This person cannot be his sister.

[wanderingsimsfinds]

WanderingSims Fave CC - Bathroom List Pt. 2

1 - stylistsims - Donation Tokyo Bathtub

2 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 The Sims 4 Parenthood Xtreme Shower Tub

3-5 - ArtVitalex - Vitner Cupboard Short, Cupboard High, Shelf (TSR)

6-12 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Wabi-Sabi Bathroom (AESOP Amazing Face Cleanser, Geranium Leaf Body Cleanser, Oral Care Kit, Primrose Facial Cleansing Masque, Shampoo & Soap, Shaving Kit, AESOP Stuff)

13-14 - Mari - ms91 Cocoa Butter RC June 2016 & OBP June 2016 Beauty Creams Package Design

15-16 - Kittypixelz - 4t3 Mechtasims Essential Clutter Conditioner & Shampoo

17-19 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Slox Kopo Apato Set Beauty Product 1-3

20-21 - Onyx - Excelsior Towel & Towel Holder Free Standing (TSR)

22, 24, 27 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 PsychicPeanutKitty November Bathroom Clutter (Hand Soap & Lotion, Toilet Paper, Small Towels)

23, 25-26, 28-32 - SugarSSims - 4t3 CWB Dress Up Moment (Cat Ear Desk Mirror, Nail Polish Stand, Lipsticks in a Heart Box, Eye Shadow Collection, Fake Eyelashes, Kitty Blusher Stick, Cosmetics Clutter, Brush Holder)

33 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 KerriganHouseDesigns Slate Set Towels

34 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Too Faced Set (You're So Jelly Highlighter, Mr. Brushes, Better Than Sex Falsie Lashes, Shadow Highlight Palette)

35 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Kawaii Stuff II Cosmetics Set (Apeach Body Lotion, Baby Face BB Cream, Balm, Body & Lip Creams, Cactus Oil Free Cream, Cat's Purrfect Cream, Hand Cream, Ice Cream Nail Polish, Lifting Cream, Mist, Moisturizing Emulsion & Oil, Peeling Gel, Pimple Stickers)

36 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Kawaii Stuff II Extras (Acne Patches, Cat's Cleaner, CatChu Wink Lipstick, Cleansing Cream-Foam-Lotion, Deep Cream, Makeup Remover, Masks, Panda Cream, Panda's Dream Brightening Eye Base, Pocket Bunny Sleek Mist V2, Saturday Skin, Strawberry Milk Body Lotion, Whale Moisture Boost, Witch Piggy Pore Control)

37 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Beauty Blender Washing Machine

38 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Lycka Bathroom Shelf

39 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Skincare Beauty Fridge Closed

[moonamite]

Random ROR headcanons

Reggie Jacobs:

-I don’t care that she’s canonically a man. She’s a butch to me. And she kisses girls.

-She’s semi nonverbal, preferring to either be silent or make growling/grunting sounds. But in random situations she’ll casually start talking until she doesn’t feel like it anymore.

-According to her MU card, she has a low IQ (30 to be exact), which makes me wonder how she got into ROR. Maybe Johnny was impressed by her wild nature and let her in and is slightly intimidated by her so he’s avoiding confrontation. Thats just a theory.

-Now here comes the personal headcanons.

-Due to her lack of emotional control, lack of communication, and poor school performance in her childhood, her parents tried to get her help (more so because they didn’t want to be known as the family with an unstable kid), but the adults in her life. Basically it didn’t work. And Reggie hated how everyone in her school was either scared of her or hated her.

-So eventually she stopped trying. She decided to become the bully everyone thought she was. Because what’s the point in trying to prove you’re not a bad person when everyone has already decided you’re hopeless?

-She thinks she’s better like this. In control. Free. And she’s pretty much stopped caring about what everybody else thinks.

-Can, will, and has beat a bitch up.

-Arm wrestling champ at parties.

-Eats her food in one bite, plate and everything.

-Will go apeshit if she hears someone mocking her intelligence. It’s a sore spot for her.

-Has, on multiple occasions, gotten too excited at parties/events and ripped her shirt clean off.

-Her tail is sensitive.

Chip Goff:

-Seafood liker. He’ll eat that shit raw.

-Quarterback in the school football team.

-Yes, he smokes weed sometimes.

-Every single morning he lumbers down the stairs, yawning and stretching his arms, wearing nothing BUT his worn out boxers to make himself some cereal, mumbling a sleepy “Mornin’.” To his frat brothers, unaware that they’re all a bunch of fags.

-Probably the only mostly normal member.

-He can breathe fire, but he doesn’t show it off like some other fire-breathers. Sometimes he’ll use it to discreetly cook some snacks.

-He’s pan with no preference at all. A casual guy most of the time.

Chet Alexander:

-Swagless T boy time. (Somebody tell him to wash his binder)

-He has a problem with scratching at his legs, scarring them, picking at them.

-Ironically despite that, he still gets anxious when he has to do his T shot.

-(Human) He’s tried taping his chest a few times.

-(Human) He has ectrodactyly in his right hand, making it look like a crab claw.

-(Human) He wears the eye patch to cover his facial palsy.

-Johnny tried to fix his acne but it just keeps coming back, so he gave up.

-Autistic and gay. Probably has other illnesses too.

-The bed wetting thing is from stress. He’s learned to just take the teasing and insults.

-Getting hit by Johnny isn’t anything new to him. He thinks he deserves it for annoying him, or stepping out of line, or for running his mouth again… Just trying to justify Johnny in his head. Of course he has a breakdown in his room later but hey, he’ll wake up the next morning and forget about it.

-Severely bullied in school as a kid. Definitely the cause of him being so dependent on ROR and specifically Johnny. He knows he’s nobody without ROR. It’s all he has. Johnny is his HERO. He saved him from his pointless life, gave him a purpose, made him someone important. He owes him everything.

-And he was ignored by his parents.

-In ROR, Johnny picks and chooses who hears about what. Ironically enough, Chet is the one who gets to know the least.

-Chet’s room is surprisingly void of personality… It’s just a bunch of ROR stuff.

-He’s aware how pathetic he is, deep down, and that he’s a joke among his peers. He just pushes those thoughts away for most of the day.

That’s all for now. Bye