phinnsyreads

[solradguy]

gamebanana link to said mod <-

I don't have Strive on pc so every now and then I forget about this mod and get excited when I rediscover it again

Me rushing to the grocery store because bananas are on sale:

[contentment-of-cats]

Dear Saturday,

It's good to see you again. I don't know how many of you I have left, but remission's holding steady. I'll have my results in two weeks, and if I'm still negative it will be 11 months. I've been a little busier than usual. My day job and the paid gig, plus that kidney stone took a whack at me.

On the Money

The paid gig is panning out, and I just handed in the last one for the year. They're happy with my work, but OMFG I am never writing porn in fandom again.

In talking with a friend, I compared it to my summer job in my hometown ice cream shop. It sounds like a dream job until you actually do it. I didn't touch ice cream again until my mid-twenties. Besides, this is writing to spec, I get very little say in the content and have to stick to the outline. Think of it as working in an ice cream shop and never getting to eat a flavor you like, but are instead served nothing but banana splits made with rum raisin, bubblegum, and tutti frutti ice cream, topped with crushed maraschino cherries. The company's given up on AI completely so far as written content, it's just unworkable with results either laughable, incomprehensible, or appalling.

Do they even make rum raisin ice cream any longer?

In any case, between last year and this year, my medical expenses out of pocket are $35,000. That's with donations. I've been lucky that my boss supported me by paying my rent for six months and I had a load of unused PTO. I need to stuff that back into savings stat, and my PPO premiums are going up by $100 this year. I need five more novels to get even, then three more to cover my premiums for the year. I also want to cover my out-of-pocket, up to $9k from $7k. My paycheck needs to cover basics, and I do not want to tap savings more than strictly necessary.

In the Kitchen

It's Thanksgiving this coming Thursday, and it's one I did not expect to see. I didn't do holidays last year. I laid in bed with my incisions and ileostomy bag, and I slept. Today was cooking day, and I've had a busy morning 5-cheese tortellini with peas and mushrooms. Roasted Italian sausages. Also made egg-roll-inna-bowl. My Thanksgiving menu is duck leg and thigh confit, with a Caesar salad, wild rice and mushroom soup, potatoes roasted in duck fat, and pumpkin mousse.

If you like duck and have a sous vide, making duck or goose confit is easy. Put the leg-and-thigh in a sous vide or ziplock bag with salt, pepper, garlic powder, PSR&T and sous vide for at least 12 hours. Duck and goose have enough fat that you don't need to add much additional fat, and that yummy fat is great for roasting the potatoes. The longer you cook it, the more tender the meat. Take it out and run under the broiler to crisp it up.

Horizontally

The housework and cooking done, it's cool, grey, and raining. I've made the couch into a nest, partly claimed by the kitties. It's time to read and drink peppermint hot chocolate. I've been reading Susan Gulbar's 'Memoir of a Debulked Woman' and have Patrick Keefe's 'Empire of Pain' queued. Aside from Thrawn and Star Wars in general, my tastes run to nonfiction, I have a lot of Thrantovember catching up to so, but... bed so soft, kitties so enticing, and books awaiting me.

[alexusonfire]

Cozy Mornings

For the Cardigan square on @storiesofsvu Fall Bingo! Is a direct continuation of this ☺

A/N: There's quite a bit of dialouge in this one, and I tried my best to incorporate sappy lyrics into a love confession lol. Very fluffy, like tooth-rottingingly so, with a hint, just a sprinkle, of implied smut at the end

After a quick shower together you meandered your way into the kitchen, insisting Victoria sit and relax at the island while you whipped up some breakfast (banana pancakes, her favorite). The rain hadn't let up, and the sky outside was cloudy and overcast, adding to the cozy feel of the morning. You plated the pancakes and sat beside Victoria, placing a quick kiss on her temple before digging in. It was mostly silent, save the pattering on the windows and the occasional scrape of fork on plate, and you were just thinking how nice it was that you could be so comfortable with each other before her quiet voice roused you from your thoughts.

"I love you."

You paused, fork raised halfway to your mouth, eyes widening in shock. This would be the first time either of you had said it out loud, and honestly, you'd always assumed you'd be the one to broach it.

"What?"

Victoria gave an unsteady sigh before turning fully towards you, you doing the same for her. You placed your hand on her thigh and gave a gentle squeeze, encouraging her to go on.

"You know where I've been. You know what happened to me, to my family, the absolute… hell we were all put through. I met my husband and he was… so gentle, and kind. One of the kindest people I'd ever met. I was so overwhelmed by him that I was blinded, for years, as to who he really was, despite warning signs the people around me saw. When you are young, they assume you know nothing… and in this case they were right. I didn't know who he was, I didn't know what I had signed myself, and my kids, up for."

She took a shaky breath in, the mist in her eyes matching that on the window panes. You reached for her hand and clasped it tightly in yours, running your thumb over her knuckles as she continued.

"I never intended on meeting anyone when I left Saint Theresa's, it wasn't even a thought in my head. I was just so relieved to have my freedom back, to have my children back, that I settled into a comfortable solitude, one where I had my own space and my own autonomy, and I could invite people in as I pleased. When Daimon brought up potentially "getting back out there"... well, I panicked. I mean, how could I possibly connect with someone? How could I tell them what I've been doing, where I've been the past twenty years? How could I tell them about Daimon and Ana, the things they're capable of… it all just seemed like too much for someone on the outside to even believe, much less grasp and accept."

"What changed?"

At this Victoria smiled and lifted her hand to brush down some of your stray hairs.

"I met you. And I knew from the moment I saw you I wanted to know you better. I was… terrified of potentially meeting someone new, even as a friend, but you never pressured me or made me feel like there had to be a specific outcome. It was just easy with you, in a way I hadn't experienced in a very, very long time. There were times I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed… and then you put me on and said I was your favorite. Just like that. You drew stars around my scars and I… I loved you for it. I love you for it."

You hadn't realized there were tears slipping down your cheeks until she reached up to brush them away.

"I'm sorry if I've overwhelmed you-"

"No! No you haven't, I… it's just, I don't think anyone has ever said something like that about me before, and I'm just… I'm so relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yes, because… I love you too, Victoria. I'm in love with you and I'm so happy you feel the same. I couldn't imagine my life without you now."

Tears began to track down her face as well, and you pulled her in for a tender kiss. Your tongue met hers and you sighed, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that the woman you loved so dearly felt the same for you. It was like all of your broken pieces were fitting back together, melding so perfectly with one another's that there was no room for doubt that this is where life had been leading you both all along.

After a few more moments of bliss Victoria pulled back slightly, kissing the tip of your nose before lowering her head.

"Now, how about I repay you for that lovely wake up call this morning?" she husked in your ear, and you felt a tremble in your spine as her hand danced its way under your sleep shirt.

"If you insist."

@season4scullyhair @nocreditinthestraightworld @ladysc @mmemalwa @rosiewritesagain @solemnnova @soft-astral

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE BIG FIRE ❜

Headcanon.

with Angel Reyes.

Request: Hi In the serie they talk about Big fucking fire ( I Guess is the one where Dita was ) But would u write something about Mayans girlfriend ( no matter which one- except EZ i don't like him ) lost everything in fire. So our boy propose her to move with him ? 💕

BY ANON

Word count: about 900.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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You have lost everything. With your scared buddy against your chest, you're feeling impotent as you watch the fire consuming your house. There's no water enough to save it.

Your dog jumps to the floor, running with her tail hidden between her hind feet to the motorcycles coming closer. She doesn't lose time, pouncing into Angel's arms, walking towards you.

The whole crew is there, trying to help somehow. But the only things you kept with you, when you noticed the smoke flooding your house, was your laptop, your cash savings and your bag with personal stuff, like your wallet and your car keys. Fortunately, the Mustang was at Romeros and Bros since last Monday.

They take you to the clubhouse, in the meanwhile the firemen turn off the flames. You will have to come back tomorrow to make a study of the damage.

You can't stop crying, hugging Niebla tightly. She was the only thing that really mattered to you in the moment you found the fire coming into your garage.

“I brought you something fo' dinner”.

Angel comes into the room, carrying a cardboard bag with a delicious smell of cheese springing free from the inside. Leaving it on the nightstand, and taking the advantage of Niebla sniffing the bag, he holds you between his arms. Kissing your head, you feel somewhat better. Just a little. You know that your insurance company will pay you every single thing you ask for, because it wasn't your fault, but your neighbors barbecue. When will they do it? Who knows it.

“Bishop said you can stay here as long as you need it”.

“I will… try to find something to rent. I don't wanna bother anyone”.

“Do you think… you bother us? Babe, we're happy for having you this close. It's amazing. And I can see you the whole time”. He says a little excited, pulling himself away to look for your eyes.

“Yeah, bu—”.

“Yeah, but, I told Prez that I had a better idea”.

Cleaning your tears, you frown slightly confused.

“You know… I know you're suffering, it's normal, but… what if destiny was telling you that it's time to live together?”

You weren't expecting it, licking your lips feeling nervous. Does he really want it, or is he just asking you to make you feel better?

“There's nothing in my life that could make me happier than waking up with your everyday. Come back home after a long day and watch you dance around our house, wearing my shirts”.

These words make you smile, almost in tears again. This time because of the happiness he's talking about you.

“Please, mi dulce. I know it's a big step… We just have been together for seven months, but it's like I've known you ever since”.

You don't need anything else, nodding in silence before his joyful lips finds yours.

The next day, he's the one who accompanies you to your house, or what is left after the fire. It's funny how yours can barely remain on its foundations, while your neighbor's didn't suffer any kind of damage. Angel can feel your rage, your sadness, running through your veins when you're allowed to come into your home.

The smell is disgusting, and there are some leaks that you have to dodge. Everything around you is carbonized. Pictures, furniture, books, the walls… There's nothing you can take with you. Angel intertwines his fingers with yours, raising your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. Looking at him, you just pucker your lips down on a sad gesture. Kissing your forehead this time, your boyfriend urges you to get out of there.

You have been at his house thousand times, but now it is different. You had to go to buy some clothes and basic things to get installed.

“I have to come back to the club, but I will be back asap'”.

“Okay…” You mumble, seeing how happy Niebla looks lying over the sofa.

“If you… want to change anything… just do it. This is your house now, and I want to feel you comfortable”.

But you don't. You like Angel's house exactly as it is.

In fact, you go to the supermarket to buy food to make dinner. Angel deserves it, and you know how much he loves your recipes.

Rice with fried banana and mango.

Latin music floods the kitchen, as you finish the dinner to serve it on the table already set up. You're wearing nothing but one of Angel's shirts, moving your hips and your feet at the rhythm of the melody, when your dog starts to bark and move her tail. She's the first one receiving Angel. By the look on his face, he hadn't remembered that she was also there. And he loves her.

“Hey, what's up, baby girl?” His voice sounds excited, squatting to Niebla so he can pet her. “Who is a good girl, ah? Fucking course, you're the best girl ever”.

But as soon as he sees you waiting for some love too, he catches you between his arms. Sinking his face into your neck, Angel has a deep breath.

“Welcome home, mi amor”.

“Yeah… Now it really feels like home, mi dulce”.

[jovialyouthmusic]

Go Shorty!

(It's my birthday!)

In a kind of weird reverse universe, this is my gift to anyone who enjoys my Bastien Lykel fics, queued to be posted on my birthday. I've noted Fabricio's recent image change and it inspired the following - what would Bastien's family think if he shaved off his iconic goatee? Enjoy, its all fluff xx

Word Count 2035

Double Trouble

The last lecture of the week completed, Sophia was in her university office just putting her papers together when the faculty secretary put her head round the door.

‘Sophia, your home help has been in touch, she said it’s urgent’

‘Thanks Lizzy, I’ll be leaving soon anyway. It’s been a long week, I’m glad I’ve nothing on this afternoon.’ Sophia turned her mobile phone back on to see that Morag had left her a voice mail. She held the phone at arm’s length as she played back the sound of a harassed young woman and a squealing toddler in full meltdown.

‘Mrs Lykel, I’m sorry tae bother ye, but yer wee lassie’s upset, and her father cannae soothe her. Please call back when ye can. Or just come hame.’ Sophia frowned. It wasn’t like Bastien to fail to settle Beatrice. Little princess that she was, she was Daddy’s girl while Sophia was out at work through the week and welded to Sophia’s side at the weekend. She dialled the landline of their top floor regency apartment in the centre of Edinburgh that the University had allocated them. It was Bastien who answered, and all was quiet beyond his voice.

‘Sophia!’ he sounded flustered ‘Morag’s just got her to settle, did you get the message?’

‘It’s an odd time of day for a nap, is she running a temperature?’

‘Errm no, she’s hot, but she’s not ill. She’s just been crying...’

‘How do you know she’s not ill if she’s hot?’ Sophia demanded, making her way along the corridor to the car park to their SUV. Her mind span with possibilities.

‘I uh – you’ll understand when you get here, I can’t explain right now.’ Sophia decided not to stop off at the shops on the way, hoping Morag could go and get what was needed before she clocked off for the weekend. She wished she’d had the foresight to order a supermarket delivery, but she preferred to shop herself. With or without the children, she loved browsing the aisles of Waitrose when it wasn’t busy. Bastien was a surprisingly poor shopper and stuck religiously to the list, whereas she’d discover little treats and bargains that wouldn’t stretch her salary. Living in the city was expensive, although not nearly as much as if they’d moved to London, and having Morag to help was a slight strain on resources. Setting up Bastien’s security consultancy was taking longer than expected thanks to the complexity of looking after twins, and the retainer from King Liam in Cordonia was only just enough for small luxuries.

As soon as she opened the door to the apartment, Morag was there pulling her coat on and shouldering her bag.

‘Morag, I was hoping you’d be able to get some supp…’ Sophia started, but she was already pushing past her to the landing outside.

‘Ah’ll be back the Monday.’ she said shortly, and Sophia was left peering over the banister to the stairwell after her rapidly retreating figure, wondering what had happened. She turned back inside to meet Bastien holding Theo.

‘Mama.’ he crowed in jubilant greeting. Bastien stepped out of the shadowed hall, and all became clear.

‘Bas, you shaved!’ she gasped. She’d never seen her husband without facial hair in the few years she’d known him. He still had a neat ‘tache, but his trimmed goatee was gone, his chin and jawline bare. He looked sheepish, and she knew she shouldn’t have teased him about the streak of white in his beard. He handed over Theo, who pointed at Bastien.

‘Dada face.’ he proclaimed.

‘Yes, I thought perhaps…’ his voice trailed off ‘Well, that is, I mean...’

‘Beatrice didn’t like it, did she? Honestly Bas, you should have thought – why didn’t you say something?’ He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

‘I thought perhaps a younger image might drum up some more business.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, age means experience, people are more likely to trust a distinguished looking gent.’ she scoffed. He sighed in exasperation.

‘Well the damage is done. Beatrice took one look at me and bawled her eyes out. Morag tried to calm her down, but every time she saw me again she’d set off crying.’

‘Well no wonder, you look completely different. How about Theo?’ she asked.

‘You know him – a bomb would go off and he wouldn’t flinch.’ In response Theo wriggled to get down, bored at the adult conversation. He toddled off to the toybox in the lounge to rummage for his current favourite, a shape sorting puzzle.

‘Well, I’d better go and take a look at her.’ Sophia sighed. ‘If she’s been crying all morning she’ll probably not wake up for a while.’ She feared that the disruption to her sleep schedule meant they’d be in for a rocky night at the very least, if not a couple of days. She opened the door to their bedroom a crack but could see little, as the curtains were drawn tight. Normally they let a little light in for daytime naps so the children would know night from day. She crept in and let her eyes adjust to the gloom. Beatrice lay on her back in her day clothes, one arm flung back over her head and her other thumb in her mouth. That wasn’t a good sign – she’d not used that form of self soothing for a couple of months. Her hair was damp and face flushed, but her breathing was steady and peaceful.

Sophia carefully held her palm over her forehead, feeling the slight heat coming off it. Bastien joined her, gazing down at the toddler, but she motioned him out of the room and followed quietly.

‘Well, she’s okay for now. I’d better be here for when she wakes up, so you can go shopping for the weekend.’ Bastien’s face dropped.

‘On a Friday? The traffic’s mayhem – can’t we order in?’

‘I couldn’t stop on the way back, and there won’t be any free delivery slots until at least Monday, you know that.’ She sighed. ‘If you take Theo with you it’ll be easier for when Bea wakes up, and you can play the ‘Dad doing the chores’ role, that’ll get you to the front of the checkout queue. Give him a banana, that will keep him happy.’

‘Narners?’ Theo called from the lounge, and came toddling to find Sophia, clinging to her leg and pulling at her clothes.

‘Lunch first, Theo, then Daddy will take you shopping. Won’t that be lovely? All boys together.’

‘Sopping’ Theo cried happily, then looked over at Bastien. ‘Mummy sopping?’ he asked hopefully. He knew Sophia was more likely to treat him than his father, although he did like pointing out the things Daddy couldn’t find. Perhaps he’d treat him more without his sister there to steal the limelight.

‘No darling, Mummy has to look after Bea.’

‘Bee cwy. Dada face.’

‘Yes, silly Daddy took his beard off. He’s funny isn’t he?’

‘Dada silly!’ Theo cried triumphantly and pointed at him. Bastien scowled.

‘Yes well okay, let’s all laugh at Daddy.’ he grumbled as Sophia picked Theo up and balanced him on her hip.

‘Well it’s better than crying’ she said acidly. ‘Now, do you want to make lunch, or shall I?’

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Lunchtime was much simpler than normal with just Theo to feed. The couple could eat their own food while the toddler busied himself with cheese sandwiches made with wholemeal bread. He left the crusts, but Sophia had discovered it pointless cutting them off, as he left some bread around the edge just as if the crust were still there. She often saved them to feed the ducks at the park with the twins. Bastien had literally just closed the door to take Theo out to the supermarket when she heard Beatrice stirring. She went into her quickly, to find her standing at the bars to the cot, hair curling round her face and cheeks blotchy.

‘Mummy.’ Her voice was croaky and she looked miserable. ‘Dada face!’ she told her. She stretched her arms up and Sophia scooped her up as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. Perhaps she’d think it was a dream.

‘Well hello my little Bea, you’ve had a difficult morning. Are you hungry?’ She nodded sleepily.

‘Sippy sippy, Mummy.’ The little girl was obviously thirsty too.

‘Of course darling, you can have juice. Do you want sandwiches?’

‘Widges, Mummy.’ She looked across to Theo’s cot. ‘Where Feeo?’ Sophia sucked in her breath. It was very rare that the children were separated and she braced herself for trouble.

‘He’s gone out to the shops to get more narners, darling.’ The little girl clung on to her and rested her head on her chest, seemingly pleased to have Sophia to herself. She carried her through to the kitchen and filled her sippy cup with juice. Gratefully Bea grabbed at it and drank greedily, eyes rolling back in bliss.

‘All gone’ she shook it upside down, sprinkling the last dregs on the floor. Luckily the sandwiches were ready from earlier so Sophia put them on the tray of the high chair. Bea shook her head and clung on tight as she tried to put her down.

‘Okay darling, you can sit on my knee this time’ she said gently, and sat at the table, the little girl firmly nestled on her lap. She reached out to take a sandwich and squeezed it in her fist before stuffing half of it in her mouth, crumbs falling everywhere. She was hungry, and Sophia wondered if she’d had anything to eat before her father’s transformation. She waited until she’d slowed down.

‘Morag told me you were upset this morning.’ she said gently. The little girl took a shuddering breath.

‘Dada face bad.’ she said, putting her hand to her chin. Sophia stepped in before the cycle of crying could restart.

‘I know, Bea. He shaved his beard off. He looks funny now, doesn’t he? Theo was laughing at Daddy.’ Beatrice burrowed into her side again, hiding her face. ‘It’s okay darling, he just looks different. He still loves you – and me, and Theo. Silly Daddy, he’ll grow it back.’

‘Where Daddy?’ she asked, voice muffled.

‘He took Theo out to get more narners.’

‘Sopping?’ Beatrice relaxed and looked up at her enquiringly.

‘That’s right. Is there anything you want from the shops? I can call Daddy on his phone and tell him.’ The tot looked thoughtful.

‘Ice kweem?’

‘Okay, if Daddy brings you ice cream will you give him a kiss? His face is all smooth now, like Mummy’s.’ Beatrice giggled at the thought.

‘Like Mummy!’ she exclaimed. ‘Daddymummy!’

‘You can talk to him on the phone if you like, tell him what you want.’ Sophia got out her phone and texted Bastien.

Call when you can, Bea wants to ask you for ice cream

It was a few minutes before her phone rang, during which time she had changed the little girl’s nappy and was dressing her in clean clothes.

‘Oh that will be Daddy, just wait a minute darling.’ Beatrice opened and closed her hands, demanding it for herself, but Sophia put it on speakerphone.

‘Beatrice is here, Bas. She wants to ask you something.’

‘Daddymummy!’ Beatrice burbled. ‘Ice kweem, Daddy.’

‘Come on now, say please.’ Sophia prompted. Beatrice put on her cutest expression, unaware that her father couldn’t see it.

‘Pweese Daddy, stawby.’

‘Okay Bea, I’ll get strawberry ice cream. I love you, my little Bea. I’m sorry I scared you.’

‘Silly Daddy. Kisses!’ There was a short pause before Bastien obliged, blowing kisses to his daughter. Sophia tried not to laugh, wondering where he was and who could see him.

‘Okay now Bea, Daddy has to get the rest of the shopping. He’ll be back soon.’

‘Bye Daddy.’

‘Bye, my sweeting. Be good for Mummy.’ Beatrice slid off Sophia’s lap and went off to the toybox, obviously happy with life, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

‘If it’s any help, I told her your face is like Mummy’s now, so be prepared to be called Daddymummy until she’s forgotten. You’d better grow that beard back fast, mister.’ she said in a low tone. 'and be prepared for a rough bedtime, she'll be full of beans after that nap.'

@sirbeepsalot @katedrakeohd @fluffyfirewhiskey @bascmve01 @rainbowsinthestorm @nomadics-stuff @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30​ @stopforamoment

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Escapade

H.Shinsou x S.Todoroki, H.Shinsou x I.Midoriya, S.Todoroki x I.Midoriya, I.Midoriya x O.Uraraka, and various hints to other ships

Warnings: Slow burn(?), unrequited love, brief breaking of the fourth wall lmao

Have been writing since 03/07/2019

Word count 2810

Reblogs > Likes, pleasepleaseplease–

Lengthiness under the cut!

xx/12/xxxx ; The afternoon ; Outside ; Hitoshi Shinsou

Hitoshi shuddered, hands instinctively reaching to cup over his mouth in some attempt to warm them through his thick gloves. He gave warm, drawn out breaths that helped to spare his lips from the almost burning cold, however otherwise, the gesture proved fruitless– Even more than the occasional, leafless trees that he passed. And so, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and gave a somewhat frustrated sigh that easily converted into Winter fog.

He hated almost everything about the season– Shivering in the snow, persistent carolers, and the pressure to buy gifts for people that he barely knew. At least he had the excuse to take a break from school and hide inside during the whole of said break.

Regardless, however, the purple-haired male was there: Walking through the snow, toward the mall– clad in two-and-a-half layers of clothing–, with the intent to buy a Christmas present for a bush.

Said bush's name was Izuku Midoriya, one of the famed former students of class 1-A who not only survived multiple villain attacks, but also managed to help get Hitoshi into the hero course. Maybe it wasn't the achievement that he was most recognized for, but it was the one that truly spoke of his sincerity and kindness, in Hitoshi's heart.

...So what if he had a crush? Izuku already obviously had his own on a certain brunette from 2-B, so he knew he didn't have any chance– Having fallen for a straight boy.

As he continued to walk, a bitter taste was left in Shinsou's mouth.

xx/12/xxxx ; The afternoon ; Commons room ; Shouto Todoroki

A gentle sigh flitted from between the heterochromatic boy's lips as he laid on the sofa in the commons room, scrolling through a website that he'd found on his phone. As if to loosen the tense feeling that only Shouto seemed to experience, he hummed to himself, searching through lists upon lists of gifts upon gifts.

And still, nothing.

He wanted to find the perfect gift– Something that conveyed his feelings to Izuku without needing to use words; Something unlike anything else that he had ever even seen; Something special and completely unique, made only for him. That was what Shouto wanted to give his classmate; That was what Shouto wanted to give to his favorite person;

That was what Shouto wanted to give to the boy that he loved. While he was aware that his feelings weren't returned, and while he was aware that they never would be, he was going to tell him, come Christmas. And, with their relationship becoming deafeningly awkward, he was going to ruin the holiday for everybody in class 2-A. And he'd run back to his mother, and cry, and hide from the rest of the world until somebody other than Enji would inherit the agency– And then he'd become a hero through that and never have to see the pro hero Deku, again. He could already see it happening.

The boy with bicolored hair blinked before shaking his head, turning to pick his dead phone back into his hands.

As he stood to charge the pocket-sized computer, a solemn, cold feeling spread throughout Todoroki's veins.

25/12/xxxx ; The morning ; Commons room ; Neito Monoma

Neito was somehow of the first up, slipping down the stairs to see a pajama-clad Tooru, Mina, and Denki. The electric blonde was sitting at the table, 'recharging' himself with some oatmeal topped with whipped cream and banana slices– A combination that the former 1-B student saw disgust in. Tooru and Mina, however, were sitting near their bad excuse of a Christmas tree– of course, bless Ibara for growing it for them, but she admitedly could've done much better–, snooping around to see who got the most presents and guessing what said presents were. And Monoma, of course, was going to be the one to put a stop to it.

"Ashido, Hagakure! Don't be so childish as to peek through the presents! While it is to be expected of you 1-A brats, those are saved for later when we're all up together!"

"Omigosh, Monoma, you're starting to sound like Iida–" Ashido's attention was immediately captured by the boy, albeit not for the reason that he'd been looking for. Monoma's frown grew.

"That isn't the point!–"

"Eh?... 'S too early for this..." An all-too-familiar voice complained tiredly, an open yawn sounding from the same direction. "...Why not be Christmasy 'n cheery 'n stuff, instead?" Hitoshi sounded half asleep, as he always was before his usual morning coffee– Bitter and black, as he often described his soul.

A steel-haired boy– having previously gone unnoticed– then gave his hum, sending a sunshine smile from the kitchen to his classmate, "Coffee's on the pot if you need some, Shin!" Tetsutetsu called, being one of the few 2-A students who could easily bear the early hours.

A thin, lazy smile found its way onto Hitoshi's face. "Perfect timing. Thanks."

25/12/xxxx ; The early afternoon ; Kitchen ; Momo Yaoyorozu

The bushy-haired boy hobbled downstairs with a yawn, fuzzy sock slipping at the bottom– But, of course, a tall ravenette was there to catch him.

"Good morning, Midoriya." The young woman called softly as she gripped his shoulders, easing him into more of an upright position. She chose not to comment on it, as based on the shorter's expression, the near incident was enough of a wake-up call. "Did you sleep well?"

"Um–" Izuku began as they headed toward the kitchen, still recovering from the split-second panic. "Y-yeah. I was really excited, last night, so I think I went to bed, too late, though..." His voice trailed off into more of a tired mumble, which was always adorable– Sometimes, Momo was convinced that she was surrounded by a litter of cute, rambunctious puppies and not the future's greatest heroes.

"Yes. I think that you're the last one up, actually." She commented matter-of-factly, reaching into a cupboard to retrieve a pouch of caffeinated tea. "Would you like some tea to help wake you up?" She asked before her friend had the chance to feel guilty.

Sometimes, Yaoyorozu very easily read her peers. More than just Izuku knew this, as he nodded with his "Mmhm, thank you."

25/12/xxxx ; The early afternoon ; Dorms ; Fumikage Tokoyami

Quite the diverse group was walking through the snow, making the short trek from class 2-B's dorm building to class 2-A's– Said group consisting of an explosive boy, a bubbly brunette, a horned blonde, and a bird-headed boy. Katsuki Bakugou and Ochako Uraraka were exchanging their comments, as the frenemies often did, while Fumikage Tokoyami and Pony Tsunotori kept to themselves.

That was fine, however, as the trip was short– It wasn't long before a sharp redhead was opening the door, laughing at something that his twin-like friend had said. "Come on in, guys!" Eijirou'd said between chuckles.

Of course, Fumikage gratefully accepted the invite to come in, happy to shed his thick scarf and jacket– Even if he enjoyed the cold, he could only take it to an extent. The crow-like boy made a point to leave his garments on the coat rack, for later, before perching onto one of the arms of a couch.

He only observed, for a time– How Ochako easily found her way toward Momo and Izuku, and how two other boys also seemed to be carefuly regarding the group. How Mina and Denki seemed to momentarily deflate when they'd been told their tape friend was celebrating off-campus. How festive Yuuga looked, with his Rudolph-inspired makeup and fake antlers. How Tooru and Nirengeki seemed to really enjoy decorating Ibara's head.

25/12/xxxx ; The afternoon ; Commons room ; Ochako Uraraka

Eventually, conversations around the sofas seemed to float toward Ochako's distaste with being separated from her previous classmates. "Yeah, I've gotten to know lots of great people in 2-B, but kinda miss sharing class with my friends from last year, y'know?" She'd pointed out, which had lit flares of passion in those such as Katsuki and Eijirou.

"I miss my friends, too." Izuku chimed in, at some point, which seemed to easily halt Ochako and Katsuki's oncoming argument. "But, I think it's just natural that we.. Mm, I don't know how to put it. Expand? But, also, well..." The green-haired boy paused, trying not to spiral into a moment of muttering. "And, we can all still see eachother, after classes." He pointed out with a smile, and that was that.

"Such is the way of life." Fumikage added as somewhat of a word of advice.

Ochako couldn't help but notice how Pony folded her hands in her lap, leaning back into the couch as her blank stare and almost wistful smile faced nobody in particular. "I have no idea what you just said." She commented, which did cause some giggles and snickers to sound around their sort of cirlce– Ochako's sweetly humored one, included.

25/12/xxxx ; The afternoon ; Commons room ; Eijirou Kirishima

Everybody who said they'd attend the gathering seemed to be there, and most importantly, everybody seemed to have relaxed. The faux-redhead gave a shark-toothed grin as he carefully slid a headband onto a blonde's head– Of course, as soon as said blonde felt it, his hand lifted for a deathgrip around Eijirou's wrist.

He was glad that his quirk easily resisted his friend.

"Can you guess which reindeer you are?" He gave suppressed giggles as Katsuki's grip lightened, hand soon dropping into his lap. It was nice that the explosive boy's temper seemed to have lengthened– Even if only somewhat, at least something had definitely changed between his first argument with Tenya, and now.

Katsuki shifted slightly, his expression more of a neutral sort of grumpy. "Rudolph?" He guessed the obvious one, an eyebrow raised.

"Nope! I'm pretty sure Aoyama's got that covered, haha."

"...None of the other names are important." The blonde mumbled lowly, head leaned back to ensure only the boy behind him heard that. It was his way of admitting that he had no clue what the other reindeer's names were.

"Blitzen–" Kirishima couldn't help bursting into laughter, and admittedly, a small smile did tug at Katsuki's lips. "Because– Y'know–" He tried to speak between laughs, as he imitated the sound of an explosion.

25/12/xxxx ; The late afternoon ; The kitchen ; Rikido Satou

"Hey– Where are Midoriya and Todoroki?" Rikido asked, just about finished with handing out his festive sugar cookies– Only a little candycane and bushel of holly were left. He set his tray onto the counter as he glanced around the kitchen, no Izuku nor Shouto in sight.

"I saw them head for the elevators," Ochako chimed in, finding her seat atop the corner of the table. "Maybe Deku's giving Todoroki another present? Or– Y'know, the other way around?"

It made sense– Not long after the bushy-haired shounen protagonist had woken up, the group took their turns around the tree to hand out gifts. While they both received their abundance of presents, it'd seemed Shouto was still somewhat anticipatory, an emotion unlike his usually stoic self. Though the brunette gave a shrug, deciding to dismiss that detail, for the time being.

"Oh, well– Todoroki can reheat them, when he gets back, if they're cold by then."

25/12/xxxx ; The late afternoon ; The hall ; Mina Ashido

She didn't mean to eavesdrop, she swore to herself– She'd only been headed to the bathroom, when she'd overheard Izuku mentioning something about how much he loved something. And Mina, being the occasionally less-than-polite person that she was, couldn't help but to stick around, pressing her back to the wall and listening to two boys, around the corner.

"I'm glad– I wanted to make sure that my gift for you was special." She could tell that that was the deeper voice of Shouto, albeit uncharacteristically warm. And maybe Mina was somewhat upset that she didn't have the chance to know whatever the supposed special gift was, but she wasn't going to risk compromising her position in what sounded like a private moment.

"Well, thank you, Todoroki. I... I really appreciate you, y'know."

"And I–" Shouto cut himself off, though, and the pink girl physically recoiled as she realized that now was the moment that he'd finally be attempting a confession. She may not have been the most academically exemplary girl, but she'd been damned if she hadn't noticed every fleeting touch, every shy glance, every missed opportunity that her peppermint peer had suffered through.

She decided to walk away, though, keeping quiet as not to alert the boys. Part of her felt guilty, feeling as if she'd tainted the secrecy of the special interaction.

But as she stepped away, she did catch a quieter, forlorn phrase. "...You're my best friend, Izuku."

30/12/xxxx ; The morning ; Dorm room ; Kyouka Jirou

"The original is a lot less shitty." A certain Katsuki Bakugou commented gruffly, as the plumette experimented with her playlist. At current, she was playing some song called 'Hey There Delilah,' albeit sung in the Japanese that she knew, as opposed to its originally English version.

Kyouka raised a brow, ony briefly letting her attention flit toward the other. "Sure, but none of us can really understand the lyrics." She spoke nonchalantly, pushing herself up to fiddle with one of the speakers that Momo had previously helped her set up.

Katsuki gave his little "Tch," as he turned away, mentioning something about how he had no problem understanding English. And knowing the overachiever, that was likely true, she figured as he left the conversation.

This year, part of class 2-A– and even some 2-B students– had decided that they would be staying at the dorms for the New Year, watching whatever festivities and celebrating behind the safety of their tv. As such, Kyouka, Momo, and an unexpected Katsuki had banded together in lieu of decking out the Heights Alliance, for the upcoming holiday.

They mostly spent time cleaning and setting up a dorm sound system, but if all went well, every second of effort was going to be worth it.

31/12/xxx ; Shortly before midnight ; The commons room ; Izuku Midoriya

His peers had really done well with decorating, Izuku acknowledged for the umpteenth time as he chose his spot beside Ochako. Admittedly, he's been set on confessing for a while now, but never quite found the courage to voice his feelings.

But that was okay, as he gently tapped the brunette on the shoulder– Her cheeks grew rosier than usual when she noticed his outstretched hand, taking it after only a second of overthinking.

Maybe he didn't need words, after all, because he already had a passion in his heart and what seemed to be reciprocated feelings. Their fingers intertwined as the television flashed, counting down to a moment that both anticipated dearly. And Izuku couldn't stifle his shy grin, watching tentatively as Ochako's attention flitted between his face and the brightly-colored screen.

Neither had to say anything. Not now. Not until the rest of the small group cheered "Zero!", and not until they shared a wonderfully perfect kiss.

01/01/xxxx ; Shortly after midnight ; The roof ; Hitoshi Shinsou & Shouto Todoroki

After that, Hitoshi found himself fleeing the scene. Of course, he knew that it was inevitable, but that didn't stop him from hurting as much as he did. He rode the elevator and then climbed the stairs, stopping only once he stood atop the roof.

Shouto couldn't help but trail the plumette up to the top of the building, masking his similar need to escape with curiosity and concern. Considering they were heroes-in-training, it had been unusually easy to do so, to slip out of the room and follow him. Almost concerningly so, as the bicolored boy paused to eye the other's silhouette– To anticipate his next move.

Now, he wasn't stupid. He knew that much as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the roof's railing. Hitoshi glanced over his shoulder to acknowledge the other's presence, sending a silent invitation to join him. With the way that he strode beside him, it was apparent that the youngest Todoroki was reluctant.

But neither had to say anything, for a long time. They simply stood beside one another, gazes focused on the moon or the sky or the city below them. Or maybe even one another. Shouto found comfort in this moment, but he did eventually break away, wanting to allow the plumette to mourn in peace.

But as the other turned, Shinsou reached and gently gripped his forearm. "Hey," his voice was smooth and gentle enough to coax Shouto back, to make him want to return to that moment. And he did, standing closer to his peer, now.

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H I D D E N D E M O N S - bang chan

Chapter 2 ;

Description : Bang chan, an ordinary twenty two years old man, as he may look. ready to leave for his military service, but something stopped him. someone discovered his secret, someone,you, found out who he really was, the thing he kept hidden deep within him. and he couldn't risk it. what he didn't know, is that he'd risk the both of your lives trying to save his own, his selfishness striking once again.

Tw: swearing and a tiny bit of violence!

Seoul, Gangseo-gu, 13 AM

The morning was rough, a thumping pain craved in his head as he slowly opened his eyes. The sun was already high up in the sky and the hot temperature of the room told Chan to hurry and get out of his bed as quick as possible.

He realized how late it was and jumped out of his bed, quickly putting on a jean he randomly found on his desk and ran to his kitchen, grabbing a banana and rushing out of his apartment, his computer under his arm.

His boss gave him the week to finish his unfinished work then he'd definitely leave the company, jobless and desperate. He rushed in his studio, bumping into many shoulders on his way. When he was about to open the small room he usually spent hours in, he noticed a figure standing in front of it, examining it.

He quietly approached them and frowned, a feeling of insecurity and fear rushed trough his veins. He clicked his tongue and slightly pushed the woman who looked really intrigued in his room.

"Could you please leave, miss.." he squinted, reading the small fonts on her blazers. "Y/N, i have work to do." He said slightly annoyed that someone was already annoying. He didn't even start and yet someone was already not letting do what he had to do.

"Ah, excuse me.. Bang Chan right?" She smiled and extended her hand out, looking brightly at him. He huffed and closed the door, locking himself in his little bubble.

"Time to produce." He clapped in his hands and put his computer down, connecting the many flash drives to it. He set down his set and looked trough his many papers, searching for the lyrics he wrote yesterday in the bus. Something about anger, possessiveness and fear, exactly what he felt these days.

He was already putting his headphones on, ready to tap on his keyboard to create a sound that would satisfy him when a loud knock stopped him in his tracks. He grunted and got up, harshly opening the door only to face the same woman as earlier. He rolled his eyes and waited.

"I'm sorry if i'm disturbing you in your work Mr Bang but we really need to talk. I'm Miss Y/N as you noticed earlier, i'm the new producer. I'll be replacing you starting next week. So i'm here to see how you work and to adapt to thr studio i'll spend my days in!" She said excited and tried to peek in the interior of the small room, chan's chest blocking her view.

"Can't this wait next week?" he spat at her, definitely not in the mood to spend his day with someone. She shook her head and smiled again, her rosy cheeks liting up and her eyes hiding behind her crescent lids. He sighed and bit his tongue in annoyance. He opened the door and went back to sit on his chair.

"If you make one single noise i put you in the recording room." He quickly say and put on his headphones, looking at the work he's started last night. She pursed her lips and intertwined her hands behind her back, bouncing on her feet. She looked around and opened her mouth in amazement.

"Wow.. this is really cool!" she exclaimed pointing to the huge speakers at the back of the room. Chan cracked his neck, keeping in his anger for himself, containing himself of creating another scene again.

"Okay but hm.. may i ask why you're fired? You seem to be doing a really good job.. except for you attitude but eh." She asked, bending towards him, looking at his computer.

He snapped his head to her and glared.

Even though her words annoyed the hell out of me it made him think back of his actions.

why did he snap like that? after seven years of working here and bearing his infuriating colleagues, yesterday was the final straw he could endure. Kang InHa, lyricist and composer of many kpop groups, aka one of his many enemies, tried to tease him during an important meeting.

"Bang Channie, it's been so long since i last saw your cute cheeks!" The tall and arrogant man said approaching the younger and cupped his cheeks. Chan breathed in and politely stepped back ignoring the snarky remark. "So what, you won't greet back your superior?" He smirked ruffling the curly blonde haired one. Chan tilted his head, clearly annoyed and bowed politely.

"Hello Mr.Kang." He gritted trought his teeth and sat down with his other colleagues. Sadly for him he was sitting right next to InHa. The older not hesitating to tease him a bit more.

"The boss isn't here yet, so, i've heard you've been producing really good songs huh?" He started, nodding and clapping in his hands, attracting everyone's attention. Chan hated being the center of the attention, it made his anxiety worst and his emotions were suddenly uncontrollable.

"Sadly enough i have to perfect them, and it's a real hard job you know. And those lyrics, are you okay Channie? It looks like you're going trough something really heard these days! My studio is always open if you want to talk about it. You know depression and society critics isn't really what people like to listen to."

'What a snake' chan thought, feelings his blood boiling.

"And that song.. hero's soup i think. It's about a father-son relationship right? But i thought you didn't have on-" Enough was enough. His nerves were now talking and Chan got up, grabbing InHa tie tightly, lifting him up a bit.

"You, shut, it, now." He barked, pushing him to the floor, looking down at him and rolling his eyes, leaving the room with shaky legs.

But this already happened, regretting now is useless, it won't change.

"None of your business, just keep your mouth shut." He snapped his teeth and got back to work.

The girl sighed and sat in one of the orange chairs. She rested her head in her palm and looked at the big screen in front of her. She was bored, she actually thought that he would have been a bit more friendly and that she would spend a nice week with him.

"Could have at least explained me how all of this worked.." She whispered, sighing deeply.

Soon enough she heard a soft music coming out from the speakers and it caught her attention. Her lazy eyes travelled up to the big screen and saw that he almost finished another track.

He's definitely a working machine. She thought and smiled. She listened and felt herself drifting to sleep as the melody was really soft almost like a lullaby. And she fell asleep, laying back in the chair, mouth opened with little snores here and there.

Chan finished his shift, considering that he started really late, half a day wasn't enough to finish a song but he was proud of what he made. Instead of perfectioning "Grr" he preferred creating "Sunshine" which would lift his mood a little. And it did. He felt less tensed and even forgot about the girl's presence in his studio.

So when he turned around and saw her laying legs spread on the chair and snoring it really surprised him. He sighed and left her in the studio, not locking the door.

He made his way to the bus stop and put his earphones in, listening to some lo-fi music to keep him calm and composed. But a loud screech rang in his ears and he grimaced, recognizing the voice.

"Chan!!" she yelled running after him, holding some papers in her hands. She stopped next to him and catched her breath softly. "Y-you forgot this on your desk!" she smiled handing him the paper that were a bit crumpled now. He quickly took them back realizing that it wasn't lyrics but his journal.

"You didn't read that right?" he asked panicked, his heartbeat quickening again, and his veins popping out on his hands. "N-no." She said, looking away and blushing a bit. Soon the bus arrived and Chan quickly got in, ignoring the girl.

She lied, she had in fact read that. She regretted but it only made her more intrigued about Chan's character.

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Today was such a nice day. I feel really nice right now. I'm tired but I don't feel exhausted. I don't feel sick for once. James isn't here but I'm still having a nice night. Just trying to relax. All of my doctors are telling me I'm doing too much. So I'm trying very hard to take breaks.

Can I start a not great though. Because at about 4 in the morning I was jolted out of a deep sleep by screaming. There was someone outside just absolutely screaming. And I sat up and I wasn't sure if it was real. And then it happened again. It was a girl. And I sat there and I said to myself that it happens again I'm going to call 911.. And then it did. She not only screamed she said get away from me. And I was so upset. And I jumped out of bed and tripped on James but I couldn't figure out where she was. I called nine-one-one and recorded it. I hope she's okay. I wasn't able to fall back asleep for an hour but I didn't hear her again. It was not a fun way to wake up.

I did get a little bit more sleep. I woke up at 7 because my body was ready for it because of daylight saving. I dozed until 8 and then got it for real. James made me a sandwich and I packed a banana because I'm trying to be better about eating fruits and vegetables on the regular and then I left for work.

And today was great. I had a really nice bike ride downtown. I used my new headphones and they work very well. Didn't really have any problems at all except I'm not good at pausing them and I pause the by accident all time. Just got to get used to it. And then I stopped at McDonald's for hash brown.

The museum was great though. It was a free day so we weren't sure how busy it would be. They were having a talk with the photographer artist that we have the special exhibit on. And nobody came for the first half hour. I was mostly hanging out talking to Gabby. I had my breakfast. And then someone finally showed up. And they were so nice. She was writing a Blog about travel. Like she runs a Blog about travel. But she was doing one specifically about Baltimore. And so I gave her like an hour 45 minutes or about the museum. She took lots of pictures and had lots of questions and I just had a great time talking to her.

And I took a little break and then gave my next door. There was a lot more people in the museum at that point. Because the lecture series was starting and things were going on. But because there was an event I didn't know if anyone would actually come to my door. But then two people that and it was a a couple and they were really nice.

Halfway through the tour I gained two more people. And then during my garment off to talk I gave three more. And they told me that they were there because someone who is at the PD I was at yesterday told them to come because of me. And that was really cool. And so I finished my tour and while I was in The Print Lab with everyone I told the last story and she started crying. Just like saw them because she thought the story was so nice. And then we ended up all talking for like 25 minutes and I got hugs and they took a picture with me. So nice. I think one of them also followed me on Instagram.

I ran into them a couple more times over the next hour and showed some stuff. Was able to get my Pharmacy talk as well as my machine talk to them and other people. And it was just a really nice day.

I also got talk to the artist photographer. And he was really cool. We talked about union rights and workers and all of that stuff for a while. He's like a real journalist and is traveling around to different countries to photograph their steel production place is as well and I told him about some of the nonsense over it ships and the Nazi stuff and he told me that if something like that happens again to give him a call because he has a lot of connections and could make a big thing of it. So that was cool.

I just had a lot of really nice people today. Lot of people really interested in workers rights and unions. People who had more information about things that allowed me to expand on my door. People that were just really excited to be there. It was great. I had a really nice day.

I finished up the day with some partial tours. Walking around turning on machines and talking to people. Even if it wasn't the full hour it was still nice to be able to show people things. And I got to leave right at 4. My throat hurt from talking so much but I had a really nice day.

James texted me and asked what I wanted for dinner and I asked if we could have frozen pizza and green beans. Kind of forgetting we were recreating the meals we used to have on Taney overnight. Very nostalgic.

I biked home and I had a little bit of trouble getting up the hill but my stamina is getting better. James had told me to just ring the doorbell and you will help me bring my bike out since I'm usually so exhausted by the time I get back. And he did and that was great. Stamina is still not wonderful even if it is starting to get better.

He made us dinner and we sat in the kitchen and talked for a while. Eventually I moved over to the couch and I was really cold. Are he was supposed to come on on the first and it was on for a little bit it doesn't seem to be on anymore. So I'm using the space heaters. And we need to put curtains up still to keep the heat in. So that's a project for this week.

And luckily enough I have a pretty nice week. Tomorrow I have the BMI in the morning and then I have off in the afternoon. And then I have two days of just teaching and them one day with both jobs and I have Friday off. And Saturday. So I think it will be a very nice week.

After me and James had dinner he left to go to a football game with his family and some friends. And I took one of the space heaters into the bathroom and took a bath. Space heater helped a lot with keeping the bathroom not like an icebox. I washed my hair and eventually got out. I got dressed and I've been watching some videos and I made outfits for the week. But I'm really just trying to take a break. There's things I could be working on I could vacuum I could do some cleaning but the doctors are right I am kind of working myself really hard. I'm going to burn out. If I'm not already doing so. There are things I'm going to accomplish this month. But it doesn't all have to happen right now and I need to stop stressing myself out so much over it. I know it's true.

I'm going to just rest though. Enjoy the rest of my night. James will be home before midnight. And I have work tomorrow. It's going to be a nice day and I hope you guys are enjoying it as well. Sleep good. Stay warm. Take care of each other. Goodnight

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when you have extreme paleness or redness of your skin of your face: yeast face mask tones and offers to skin an attractive matte or pearly shade that can delight any individual. Unfold it evenly in your face and neck and chill out for 20 minutes. Gently rub the mixture although washing it off with h2o. This will help in removing the lifeless skin and brightens the complexion. Begin Slideshow Each product or service we function has been independently picked and reviewed by our editorial workforce. Should you come up with a order utilizing the inbound links provided, we may perhaps gain Fee. Therapeutic massage the mask on to your face for at least 2 minutes. Depart over the mask for quarter-hour. Clean off with heat drinking water 1st then chilly drinking water to shut off pores. via steptoremedies.com and honey have antibiotic Homes, and this entire blend is nearly as good for your outsides as it's inside a drink. Use any leftovers inside of a slurp-able smoothie Along with the milk within your decision. Egg White Face Masks—Egg whites are known for their capability to tone large pores and reduce surplus sebum, making them perfect for people with In a natural way oily skin. https://www.facebook.com/steptoremedies/ , 2014 at eight:19 pm Hi there! I\'m attempting the redness-cutting down mask for rosacea - I\'ve only applied a little bit on my face when compared with just what the recipe created, am i able to preserve it during the fridge for a few days to work with once more or do I really have to create a new combination every time? I've my fingers crossed it really works! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5BbUHcuKxY ! Coffee is not only a well known beverage. It is also a favourite ingredient of high-class pores and skin care goods. There are actually myriads of benefits of utilizing coffee for pores and skin treatment. It is often used for earning system scrubs. By mechanically exfoliating the pores and skin, the coffee scrubs make the skin sleek and tender and improves complexion. Lastly, scrub the skin using this type of mask and depart it for nearly fifty percent an hour or so to have tender, glowing pores and skin. It works for a purely natural bleach and lowers Solar tan when applies about thrice in a week for at least per month. for dilemma skin: these property facial mask is excellent: brewer’s yeast correctly cope with inflammations, acne and black factors; The product nourishes and gives pores and skin a delicate lustrous truly feel whilst honey functions as a mild astringent and the anti-septic Qualities it has really helps to cleanse skin of germs and dirt answerable for leading to acne. I exploit only New brewer's yeast with a little h2o or milk or lemon juice (for who may take this) or crops tea, come up with a paste, use on face, leave 10-15 mins, rinse, swipe a cotton ball total chamomile or tilia tea and then put Calendula oil or Macadamia oil-> perfection! Allow’s discover the potent nutrients in raw honey for its nourishing Added benefits to skin! Below, learn about three unique face masks you can try out for yourself at home, Each and every with a special gain. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beauty

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The sugar With this recipe works as a natural exfoliant useful in breaking apart scar tissue and unclogging pores and skin pores. Go away the mask on for around ten minutes and afterwards rinse it off with water. Use this splendor mask about a few times each week. If your adjective you utilize to explain the skin is “mature” or “dry”, this face mask is in your case. Its numerous elements put humidity again into your drained pores and skin and bring about a radiancy that maybe you have considered you missing for good. In this article’s the simple recipe. Then, position the yogurt and strawberries in the blender to mash or Incorporate together the yogurt and strawberries using a fork (a blender is effective ideal). It is best to employ raw, natural and organic honey rather than processed honey because the latter may well irritate your skin. In the bowl, mash the strawberries which has a fork right up until smooth. Increase from the honey and mix the ingredients jointly. Using clean up fingers or maybe a sanitized brush, gently utilize the combination throughout your face, steering clear of the eye region. A strawberry face mask could make the pores and skin glow additionally appear gorgeous, and helps you to treatment acne and acne scars. This face mask is ideal for oily pores and skin. for oily pores and skin: no other beauty item is able so would make narrow enlarged pores and reduce as soon as possible harmful shine from the face; You should use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. No knowledge is shared with Facebook Except if you engage with this attribute. (Privateness Coverage) all right effectively it seems to obtain manufactured my skin smoother, but I've one particular suggestion: it might feel evident, but don’t set it in the eyebrows!! ? the cinnamon will get stuck in them and you've got to wipe it out harshly by using a wet paper towel or wipe hahah & also when rinsing your face don’t scrub along with your fingers, do it Carefully or it’ll bring about discomfort within the small pieces of cinnamon powder and it’s kinda painful ? I’m going to try and Test back in tomorrow early morning to determine if and of my acne has cleared up! Sounds like an incredibly refreshing facial mask! It will definitely scent fragrant far too. Thanks for sharing :) I in no way rubbed the yeast on my pores and skin to be a gommage or exfoliating motion prior to washing my face so maybe I could Do this following time. I attempted simply a mask for every se. Making use of orange juice on your own face is so beneficial. So just envision how far more helpful It will be to use the peel, full of pores and skin-boosting nutrients, on your face! Like another home face masks, yeast face mask has many indications to be used, which must be recognized prior to to undertake its planning. Yeast face mask is usually recommended: This magical face mask can confirm successful in holding the indications of ageing for instance pimples and fantastic lines at bay. Orange peel is great for decreasing oxidative pressure in pores and skin cells, which subsequently can help in preserving a youthful glowing pores and skin.

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Soak uncooked rice within the drinking water. Following, go ahead and take strawberries and soaked rice and blend them in a single blender to make a sleek paste. Want to turn day to day right into a very good skin working day? Need to know tips on how to retain the skin youthful, fresh new, and glowing 24/7? Every single individual desires to appear and feel their finest always. Our confidence is right proportionate to the way in which we sense about ourselves. Deriving the very best from by yourself is even so a endeavor that may be considerably assisted with the usage of good goods. In the bowl, take some orange peel powder, sugar and almond oil. Be sure the level of sugar is equivalent on the peel powder and here you have an uncomplicated recipe to a lovely smelling lip balm that’s efficient and simple to produce. mask should be applied on clear skin in the face and keep for 20 minutes, then rinse underneath running h2o. Software: Utilize a layer of your apple honey mask on your own complete face. Wait for 10 to fifteen minutes and let the mask dry up a bit. After that, clean the mask off Along with the lukewarm drinking water and look forward to the results! Ideas: The apple honey mask works very best when it’s contemporary. To https://www.pinterest.com/pin/722616702689372461 , immediately after preparing, you shouldn’t maintain it while in the fridge to use later. Since it is so fast and simple to organize, make it just prior to deciding to intend to use it. August 2, 2014 at eight:19 pm Hello there! I\'m making an attempt the redness-cutting down mask for rosacea - I\'ve only used a small little bit on my face when compared to just what the recipe built, can I maintain it inside the fridge for a couple of days to implement once again or do I should produce a new mixture whenever? I have my fingers crossed it really works! Many thanks! for difficulty skin: these kinds of property facial mask is superb: brewer’s yeast properly cope with inflammations, acne and black factors; It contains zinc, an important part that encourages pores and skin regeneration and functions as an anti-inflammatory agent. Blend both of these ingredients in the bowl. Take another substantial bowl with heat water and spot the bowl Together with the combination on The nice and cozy h2o bowl for 2-3 minutes. face mask for dry skin from orange peels may seem like a strange thought, but it is extremely productive. You don’t consider it? Give it a check out and you'll be surprised by the outcome! For additional honey ideas, attempt honey and cinnamon for brighter skin or honey with cocoa and cream to exfoliate. These Do it yourself masks can work wonders for various skin issues—from dry, cracked cheeks and uninteresting foreheads to acne breakouts. Try and use natural and organic elements When doable, as being the pores and skin in your face is thinner than other portions of Your whole body and might soak up toxins much more conveniently. Even though the yeast facial masks are really valuable to the skin, have this facility and contraindications: When you've got destroyed skin, you can find scratches, cuts, you are doing laser resurfacing, then right up until it is completely healed, It's not needed to generate a mask with yeast;