#jean look what you've unleashed

[polisena-art]

Engraçado o post comparando o panchito a um Narco quando ele realmente lembra um personagem da série “Narcos” que por acaso se chama “Pacho” e é gay

MEU DEUS??? MEU DEUS EU NÃO SABIA??

NSJNKS porra, parece mesmo QUE ÓDIO !! EU NÃO TENHO UM DIA DE PAZ NESSA CASA 💀💀

[cosmictheo]

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

(gif credits to @jdmorganz)

— summary: during a stormy night at bill and frank's house, joel teaches you how to hold your gun, and this opens up the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally release all the feelings of longing and lust you've been repressed for each other over the past few weeks. —pairing: joel miller x female!reader —word count: 3.8k —warnings: just the reader and joel being horny and a complete slut for each other, some implied sexual scenes, age gap (reader is in her 20s), horny teaching on how to wield a gun, bill being the grumpy dad, frank being the nice dad<3

joel's playlist i made for inspo

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

He came walking into your life as if he already owned it. With that dark flannel, tight jeans around his thick thighs and a face as grumpy as Bill's, and that was saying too much. He looked like a fucking Greek god with his tanned face fucking glowing in the sunlight. It was his fifth visit in your shared house with Bill and Frank, and you wanted him just as much as the first time.

Frank had noticed how you had watched him the first time you had welcomed him into your home, eyes lingering long seconds to analyze his strong jaw, brown eyes, he was sure you would be taking him to your room at any moment, if the man would let you, something that was obviously effective, as he looked at you with the same goofy expression on his face, eyes glowing curious with desire. He shared a knowing look with his partner sitting next to him as they both analyzed the way you were taking longer than expected to pour more wine into Joel's already empty glass, his eyes watching you intently.

“Thank you, darlin'.” The pet name rolling throguh his tongue, in that tone of voice so low and husky that made you crack a smile, caramel eyes tracing a discreet path across the wide cleavage of your summer dress, trailing up your collarbones and neck, until they met yours, already set upon him, of course.

That interaction had been in your wettest dreams. You rarely dreamed, but Joel of course had to be the one to change that habit of yours.

And you could have sworn the reaction hadn't been much different for Joel's side, for you doubted he was dumb enough not to fall for the little games you'd been playing the last few weeks. No. He was a smart man. And he knew exactly what he was doing when he looked at you with that dark, longing gaze and brushed his fingers against yours 'accidentally'.

You were helpless, spinning around him― and he was ruthless, giving you just the right reasons to feel that way.

You pushed any over-lustful and delusional thoughts from your mind, taking a long sip of your wine, savoring the delicious bittersweet taste on your tongue and with it, trying to refocus again on the conversation taking place at the table.

Dinner had been indoors this time, as dark, angry clouds carpeted the usually bluish sky, their presence threatening to unleash a great storm at any moment now. And because of this, Frank was beginning to notice himself getting more worried by the hour.

“You really should stay in tonight, at least until the storm passes.” He proposed, setting his fork down beside his empty plate, friendly and sweet look traveling to the two guests you had at home.

Bill, sitting next to him, grunted, totally objecting against his partner's proposition, of course. “Frank.”

Joel finished drinking his own wine and then shared a glance with Tess sitting next to him, conversing telepathically, you guessed. Sometimes you were genuinely curious about the kind of relationship the two of them had, though you weren't sure if it could even be considered as such, since they only treated each other as friends, very close friends. Maybe they fucked on occasionally. Only they knew that, but the mere thought made your stomach twist.

Tess shook her head, offering you all one of her swift smiles. “We wouldn't want to intrude—”

You were quick to interrupt her, eyes wandering from Joel to her, fingers fiddling with the wine glass between them. Your face lit up as you offered her a reassuring smile.

“Bullshit. We won't sleep today knowing you guys are out there with that storm raging overhead.” Frank nodded, agreeing with you, giving a discreet nudge to Bill's side, who had just grumbled when he heard you were on Frank's side, obviously. “'Mid the rain it's hard to hear much more than your own footsteps.”

“She's right.” Joel muttered, looking at you for a few long seconds before turning to his companion, long, dark lashes smoothing his cheekbones as he blinked.

You drank the last sip of wine contained in the wine glass in your hand as you watched him intently, trying to decipher what was going through his head, analyzing the expression on his handsome face.

“Plus, it's going to get dark soon and that doesn't make the situation any better.” Frank added, trying to persuade them, always proving to have that huge heart he had. His eyebrows raised slightly as he noticed the defeated expression on Bill, him knowing too that he was right, as much as they didn't like the guests, they were Frank's friends, or the closest thing to it.

“Alright.” Tess finally replied, smiling sheepishly. “Thanks, guys.”

“No problem, honey.” Frank shook his hand gently, giving no further interest to the subject. And then he stood up, smiling sweetly at both guests. “I'll show you the guest rooms. You can choose the one you like the most, we have plenty of space.”

Tess followed him down the hall, thanking him again for allowing them to stay, making Frank laugh.

Bill stood up as well, grabbing his plate and Joel was quick to copy his action, but he dismissed him. “Leave it to me. (Y/N) will show you the way to your room.”

He gave you a knowing, warning look before turning his back on you and heading for the kitchen, you rolled your eyes at that.

Joel nodded his head softly, standing awkwardly as he watched Bill make his way towards the kitchen with a couple of dirty dishes in his hands. No more seconds had to pass before his eyes returned to you, still sitting in your seat, and already looking up at him. His gaze softened against yours and you felt the honey color of his orbs draw you to them like a never-ending pool, a caramel sea.

“I suppose you'll want to take a bath first, right?” You questioned looking up at him, batting your eyelashes, you noticed how the curve of his lips curved into a small smile, noticing your pretty big eyes focusing only on him. “I don't even want to think about since when you haven't washed your old ass.”

Joel let out a chuckle now, chest expanding against the fabric of his flannel and eyes softening so beautifully that you had the sudden urge to kiss every single mark on his skin. “Honestly, I don't want to think about that either.”

You offered him a sweet smile. “I can lend you some clothes if you want.”

“That would be great.” He nodded his head, returning the smile this time, a real smile. “Thank you, darlin'.”

And there was the pet name again. Goddamn.

His hands were hiding in the pockets of his jeans, a hint that let you knew that he was either nervous or uncomfortable, you weren't quite sure what it was, but your presence definitely caused a reaction in him.

“Follow me, cowboy.” You motioned with your head as you passed him, heading towards the stairs.

He heeded you instantly, steps hurrying to keep up with you, eyes scanning your body from behind, pausing for a few moments at the way your tight pants molded to the curve of your hips and ass, moving up your waist. He had never been jealous of an article of clothing until that moment.

He even imagined his hands running over your body, molding your waist the way your pants did throughout the shower he took, once you handed him a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt you wore to bed from time to time. The thoughts and fantasies of all the positions he wanted you in his mind made his shower go fast, too fast. He couldn't get you out of his head, Joel felt like he would go crazy at any moment.

And when he finally turned off the hot water and dried off, and got dressed in the clothes you had lent him, he had to close his eyes for a few moments, letting himself fall into the exquisite sweet scent that they were impregnated with. Your scent.

And the fact that he would be sleeping just on the other side of your bedroom wall had his head spinning.

Before passing in front of your room, he took a sigh, shaking his head lightly, in an attempt to push all the filthy thoughts away. He felt like a fucking pervert.

A smile rose to his lips as he peeked through the open door of your room, leaning against the threshold.

“Ain't that a pretty sight.” He grumbled in an amused tone, his forearm rising against the wood, eyes analyzing you as you fiddled with your small pistol, baggy polo shirt brushing a little lower than your bare thighs, loose hair falling down your shoulders.

A feeling of shame rose in his chest, feeling that he had intruded too much, for this was your territory, your personal space and he had simply barged in against the boundaries, a girl who was at least 20 years younger than him, but, it was also true that really, at that point, he wasn't thinking straight, he didn't see clearly anymore, he only saw you, the prettiest girl he had seen in decades, maybe in his whole life.

Your eyes fell on him on your door, allowing you a couple of seconds to admire how good he looked in the gray sweatpants, of course you had passed them to him on purpose and dear God, what a good view. His dark hair was still damp and a couple of gray locks were falling down his forehead, and due to the width of the shirt, you could see a tantalizing glimpse of his chest.

“My pajamas look better on you than on me, damn. That Strokes shirt? It totally fits you.” You commented in a joking tone, now taking the gun in your right hand and lowering it.

Joel rolled his eyes at your playful voice, already used to your jokes, which were usually directed at him in the last few weeks, having left your former spotlight on Bill behind, fortunately for him.

“Have you ever shot that thing in your life, kid?” A single eyebrow rose on his brow, him taking on that playful tone now, full of pure shared complicity, just the two of you.

“Not really.” You replied simply, eyeing the gun in your hand still and maintaining an innocent voice.

Joel hesitated for a few moments, but asked the question anyway. “Then how come you were out there all those months by yourself?”

His gaze was filled with curiosity and confusion, crossing his arms now. You thought he had done it completely on purpose and also that he had caught you ogling his flexing biceps, but he remained silent, waiting for your answer.

You just smiled. “I have my ways.”

And he knew what that meant, for any fool would give his life protecting you and defending you from any goddamned thing that threatened your well being if you claimed to stay by their side. And fools, there were many, as many as there used to be. He considered himself a fool too, in that case.

“Hm…” he hummed, not wanting to push you any further with questions about the past, "let me see your shooting stance then, smartass."

Curiosity rose on your pretty face at his words, but you heeded his command, grabbing the gun with both of your hands now and positioning your feet and legs as you assumed was a shooting stance, of course purposely misplacing it.

“You plan to shoot somethin' standin' up like that?” Joel questioned, analyzing you disapprovingly, but, his brown eyes sparkled with amusement. “Bill would really dislike to see you right now.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Bill dislikes looking at me at any time.”

“What are you talkin' about? The man adores you.” And who wouldn't? He wanted to have added. Joel sighed. “Stay right there.” Uncrossing his arms and making his way over to you, he finally entered your room, once and for all.

Your breath hitched as he positioned himself behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the beating of his heart in his chest and his warm, minty breath against your neck.

His hands went around your body while with one leg he gently spread yours as far apart as necessary. His fingers brushed against the skin of your arms as they lengthened, hands covering yours completely around the weapon now.

“Left squeezes down on the right, like this.” He guided you as he gave your hands a gentle squeeze under his, positioning them correctly. His breath brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke in a low tone so thick you felt it's vibrations throughout your body, your heart beginning to pound. “Take your finger off the trigger or you may cause a problem. You only put it on the trigger when you go to shoot, okay?”

“Okay.” Your lips quivered as did your voice, speaking almost as faintly as a tiny mouse.

“You need to bend over a little for me now, sweetheart.” He whispered against your ear, his southern accent making your heart skip a beat. “Arms outstretched, hands straight— that's it.” You remained silent, completely speechless, for the only thing that could ever come out of your throat would be a fucking whimper. Your body would melt at any moment against his.

Seeing that you maintained the correct position of your hands and arms, his hands now moved down to your waist, positioning your hips as they were meant to be.

“Your hips have to hold your whole body, keep them steady— firm, your feet too.” His little finger lightly brushed against the bare skin of your thigh as he moved your hips, making you exhale air through your teeth. “That's it, good girl.”

Under his palms he could feel the straps of your panties through the thin fabric of your shirt and the and the thrill and heat of it all rushed through his body, right down towards his crotch.

“Mhm… you're not half bad.” He opined taking in your entire posture now, lifting his head slightly over your shoulder, his hands venturing slowly up your waist, uncovering and molding every curve they traversed. His breath collided against your neck, giving you goosebumps. “You're not bad at all, kid.”

You swallowed saliva and dared to finally turn your head, meeting his face inches from yours. His nose had always struck you as one of the most attractive things about him, and seeing it from that angle it really was something else. You wondered what it would feel like to sit on it. Fucking hell.

Your eyes moved from his down his face, until they stopped on his lips, the mere image made you lick yours, half-opening them, almost able to taste them on your own.

He half-opened his mouth and you didn't have to look at his eyes to know he was hesitant, unsure, but, despite all the thousand emotions he felt, he stayed right there, hands clasping your waist, pulling you as close to his body as possible. Waiting for your next move. Probably thinking you'd slap him right there for being an old fucking creep, maybe you'd shoot him too.

But, what you actually did was lean closer to him, twisting your head in a not so comfortable and natural way, but which was certainly worth it once you joined your lips with his.

And it didn't take Joel more than a second to fall into what was really going on and adapt to it with pleasure, following your lips and closing his eyes with delight. His hands tightened around your waist, turning you in his arms so he could kiss you better, twisting his head slightly, nose brushing against yours in the movement.

Without even opening your eyes, you dropped the gun ;―completely empty, by the way― and your hands went up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you made him walk backwards, his back meeting the door, which at the force, closed until his back was pressed against it, with you secured firmly between his arms.

A breathy little moan climbed up your throat as Joel nibbled on your lower lip gently, breaking the kiss and allowing you both to catch your breaths. And he can swear that that little sound he got out of your mouth is how they receive him in heaven.

His eyes remained closed for a few more moments, still savoring your exquisite taste in his mouth.

One of his hands rested on your face, cradling your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. His eyes, though dilated, were as soft as ever once he opened them again.

Joel sighed against your mouth, trying to catch his breath, calming all the lust that threatened to take over his whole body. “We really shouldn't.”

But the truth was that he did want to, he did want you, with all his body and soul, every part of him was screaming out pleas to just let himself be carried away by you, to let himself fall into your hands.

You looked up at him with big eyes, confused by his words and totally astonished by what had just happened, but shook your head lightly, your fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling it still wet.

“You…” your voice sounded hesitant, face falling with sadness, perhaps disappointment well, “you don't want me?”

Joel felt his chest tighten as he saw fear peek through the beautiful look in your eyes and quickly rushed to reassure you. He would have laughed at how truly silly your words were, given the situation and how you practically had him melted between your hands, by just one damn kiss and your closeness.

“No, baby— of course I want you.” His fingers soothingly caressed your face, so delicately over your soft skin as if you were a doll, made of porcelain. You twisted your head, still confused by his sudden rejection, prompting him to explain further. “Of course I want you, you're the prettiest thing my eyes have ever seen, for God's sake. But we shouldn't… I couldn't do this to you.”

“Joel,” his name came so deliciously out of your mouth that he closed his eyes to hear it echo inside his head, trying to hold himself back, “I've waited so fucking long for this moment and now that I have it, I won't waste it just because of your old man antics.”

“It's not about antics,��� he explained after twisting his head, raising his eyebrows at your words and usual sassy behavior, brown eyes opening, threatening to bathe you in their glistening caramel color. “I'm trying to make things right here.”

“If you're worried about the age difference, you're wrong, Joel.” Your fingers sank into his hair as you spoke to him in a soft tone, noting how his gaze had fallen back to your lips for a few moments. “There is no right and wrong in this world anymore, so... why should we held back?”

“You want this too?” He had the nerve to ask, voice low and raspy, tilting his head slightly so he could look at you. “You want me?”

If there was one thing Joel disliked and well, hated, it was intimacy, sharing his vulnerable side, letting his weaknesses show. He'd barely been lucky to do that with Tess, because they'd known each other for years. But with you… everything was different. He couldn't just fuck you and never talk to you again, he couldn't do that, because you simply weren't that to him. You were so much more than that.

“I'd let you fuck me all goddamn night, Joel Miller.” You answered him instantly and a hint of a smile rose at the corner of his lips at your words and the assurance you put into them. “So yeah, I've never in my damn life wanted anything so badly as I want you.”

“All night, huh?” He questioned in an amused tone, eyes analyzing every detail of your face, both hands were now on your face, fingers tracing nonexistent lines and patterns on your skin. “I don't know if my body can take that much back pain. My young days are far behind me now.”

“Then just lie back and let me ride you.”

Those were the words he just needed to hear before fucking avalanching against you, joining his lips with yours in a now, more passionate and exciting kiss. His hands cradled your jaw, keeping you close to him, right where he wanted to have you.

Your hands moved down from his neck to the edges of your shirt and Joel helped you pull it off your body, lustful eyes, eager to see your body without fabrics getting in the way.

“What about Bill and Frank? Tomorrow I want to leave this house without a bullet fired between my eyes.”

You smiled teasingly against his lips. “Relax, they already know. Smart-asses, remember?”

He was aware of the relationship you had with Bill and Frank, especially the former, for he had been the one who had found you in the first place, merciful enough to let you live and let you into his home. And well, who could say no to those big eyes and innocent, pretty face? Even Bill hadn't been able to fight against it.

“Right.” He answered breathlessly, not really having the slightest idea of what you had just said, as he was so intently concentrated on contemplating the magnificence of your body, completely enthralled, blurred mind and all. Suddenly, the sweatpants were too tight in his crotch area.

He was just taking the time he deserved to observe you in front of him, leaning up to leave kisses on your jaw, down your neck, past your shoulders. His hands moved up your waist, stopping under your breasts, his gaze moving up from them to you again, eyes as sweet as honey, but so dilated, darkened by lust and desire, eager for more of you.

In an instant you deduced what he was trying to say from his gaze and before he could even formulate any words, you stroked his cheek, thumb tracing his lower lip affectionately. “Just touch me Joel, please. I'm all yours.”

“Goddamn it.”

― — ―

Morning had arrived and the sun was shining high in the sky as if one of the most chaotic storms of the last few months had not passed just the night before.

“Good morning.” You greeted Bill, Frank and Tess sitting at the table, your hand clutching your coffee cup.

Joel was already seated as well and under Bill's frowning gaze, he gave you a short look, barely smiling in your direction as he took a sip of his own coffee, black and bitter of course.

“Mornin'.” You were greeted back by him, perching the cup on the side of his toast and giving you an affectionate look. You smiled back at him.

Tess looked at her partner with a raised eyebrow, noting the shared complicity in your interaction, as did Bill and Frank, of course, who shared a single knowing glance, Frank smiling and Bill with his lips as pursed as his brow.

You cleared your throat, taking in your hand one of the cookies you had baked with Bill the day before, trying to ignore the awkward silence that had suddenly formed.

“So…” Frank began to speak, tone playful, but face with feigned concern, “it really was rowdy last night, a lot of noise out there.”

Your eyes widened at his words, second meaning all too obvious to everyone. Joel took a long sip of his coffee once more, lowering his eyes to the surface of the table after running into Bill's watchful, almost killing gaze.

“Really loud storm.” Tess agreed with him, nodding her head slowly and bringing her cup to her mouth. Of course she would never stop teasing Joel about this.

“I hate the storm.” Bill mumbled with a displeased face.

[myun-saidthoughts]

4TH House Intimacy VS 8TH House Intimacy

With these two houses, deep feelings accumulate, and you can't help but feel close and drawn to the person who ignites themes related to your 4th or 8th house.

I wanted to make a post about how similar yet how profoundly different the type of intimacy that is felt between the two types of synastry. Especially if you both share more conjunctions with the IC/DC/South and North Node/Vertex/Neptune and soft aspects with Sun-Moon/Mercury/Venus/Jupiter

8th House Intimacy:

With this type of synastry, you feel so drawn and accepting of this person. You'll just look at them and their eyes alone will tell you how they feel; you'll know what they're thinking without them having to say a word. Their soul touches parts of you that you hide, suppress and ignore. Their eyes bring you this sense of wholeness you never thought was plausible. You want to showcase your emotional side and be vulnerable towards them. The type of intimacy and desire is so present, and so obvious; strangers can look at the both of you, and they'll feel that tension, they'll feel that type of desire that is sparked between both of your guys's gazes.

This intimacy that is created is more intense, sensual, lustful and more obvious, you just want to look into their eyes and fully accept their being. You're not afraid to fall in love and with that brings the desire to give a part of yourself to them. You feel this underlying risk of what it would mean if they left and yet the only thing that matters is their presence. You know their absence would unleash this deep rooted pain that you've never felt before but all you care about is that longing and want that they ignite in you. They allow you to give and receive such deep passionate love, the threshold of emotion that they create is so high no one else can reach it, not even you.

Deep conversations about each others souls are likely to take place, you want to be open and honest about the "darkest" parts of you since their presence elicits this acceptance in you that you can't feel alone. There's this lustful desire to kiss them and it could be overwhelming, the attraction reaches levels you never thought you'd be able to feel. (This is more accurate if both people are very attracted to to one another and willingly want to deepen the connection; sometimes the depths that can be reached may make them feel uncomfortable or uneasy).

You'll look at them and just feel this emotional deepness between the two of you and all you want to do is make them feel that emotional closeness that you've never felt before.

In all of it's essence, this synastry brings a longing for you to show them a part of yourself that you hide,

and with that you want them to accept your undeniable love.

Songs That Relate:

Is There Somewhere by Halsey

I'm Yours by Isabel LaRosa

Locksmith by Sadie Jean

All I Want By Kodaline

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Addicted by Kelly Clarkson (sums up the shadow side of this type of synastry)

Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson

If I Could Fly by One Direction

Sober by Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart by Ariana Grande

You Say by Lauren Daigle (more so how you gain value and worth by their reassurance and treatment towards you)

Bad Omens by 5 Seconds of Summer (more so represents the dynamic and relationship that can become)

My Dilemma by Selena Gomez and the Scene

Round and Round by Selena Gomez and the Scene

Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha (with more intense attraction aspects + 12th house synastry)

4th House Intimacy

With this type of synastry, the intimacy that is expressed is the safe care you've always wished you felt. Their eyes bring you this sense of comfort and trust that you never knew was possible. You just want to be next to them, you want to support them, and you wholeheartedly want to focus on their needs. You want to give them the type of love that your inner child never received.

Their presence brings you this sense of ease that you can't shake. You can't help but smile when you look at them, you can't help but want to share to them the most private parts of your soul that you're afraid to show others (especially if you have 8H/Scorpio placements).

When you're with them, their presence unlocks a part of your character that you typically hide away, because with them you feel this sense of reassurance just by their eyes alone, and if you're not one to be completely comfortable with showcasing your truest self to others, a part of you won't be able to let them go.

The feelings that will become evident is an overwhelming sense of trust. You'll have the desire to hold their hand and be close to them, and when you're together, everything will feel perfectly aligned. Conversations from your childhood are likely to resurface, and you may find that similar themes or experiences have occurred for both of you.

Explaining how you feel is not needed, there's just a given understanding that emanates between the two of you.

Their presence alone allows you to unlock a trust within that you won't be able to feel towards another.

This type of safeness feels so deep, it creates a tangible stable bond that feels undeniable, their soul becomes your anchor and you become theirs. you both will feel like each others home, and without their presence; that home will feel like it's missing.

Songs That Relate:

Older by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Look After You by The Fray

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Control by Zoe Wees

Best Years by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Naturally by Selena Gomez

All at Once by The Fray (To me this depicts someone with a broken attachment style that struggles with holding onto safety, so therefore you would question and wonder if the feeling you are getting from them is enough, you wonder if someone out there would be "better," but the best person is right in front of you)

Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex

(These songs and this 4th house description is more evident if you have more attraction based aspects/desire on your end, some may prefer more lust or passion; especially if neither planets conjuncts your IC)

Both types of intimacy delve beneath the surface, yet 4th house synastry can appear more grounded when compared to the intensity of the 8th house. In 4th house connections, there's a strong desire to share the most private parts of you since there is a sense of safety and comfort that's unparalleled. Conversely, with the 8th house, there's a urge to reveal your darkest and deepest parts of yourself that have been long suppressed. You want them to see every facet of your being, and for once, this doesn't bring you fear.

(Although for both initial desire and fatal attraction are also needed to cause intense feelings that can cause a shift)

All in all, with the 8th house your soul automatically cuirasses and holds on these feelings that they bring out in you, and so if one is unhealed or afraid of accepting the depth of this intimacy, fear will seep in, forcing you to self sabotage or ruin a connection your soul wants.

With the 4th house, there isn't this innate intensity that floods within you, but if you struggle with accepting your own character, you'll start to feel so comfortable and dependent on this individual. And without them you won't feel secure enough within to act, be or do things your truest self desires.

With both you can easily become so accustomed towards their presence and energy that they ignite in you; so much so you'll hold onto these undeniable desires to the point where without them, you'll be unable to feel like you.

[ddejavvu]

I accidentally kept myself awake until like 3 hours before I need to get up cause I was watching r/nosleep readings and, despite being a horror addict, I'm a baby about scary stuff

Here's my thoughts:

Jack is away for a sleepover, and scaredy-cat reader convinces Hotch to stay up late watching a psychological horror with them, the kind thay really gets under your skin. He hesitates, cause he knows they'll be terrified, but caves to the puppy dog eyes.

After almost two hours of screaming, holding back tears, and hiding against Aaron's chest (and in his arms), the movie ends and it's time to go to bed. Reader is too scared to move a muscle, and Aaron has to comfort them and convince them to get to their room so they can both go to sleep.

Genuine attempts to show the lack of danger, humour to cheer them up, y'know the works. I hope reader ends up sleeping, cause I know I won't

(Signed, @hotchs-good-girl [who is BEGGING tumblr to let them send asks from side blogs])

i know how you feel! i can't even say mr scr*tch without freaking out.. it's kept me up many a night </33

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"Sweetheart," Aaron's voice is sympathetically amused, murmured against the crown of your head, "Come on. Are you really that scared?"

"Yes!" You gush, your words muffled by the polo he's wearing, "Yes, Aaron, why did you let me watch that movie?"

His chest heaves slightly as he ascends the next step, keeping your weight supported by a hand under your thighs. He hadn't been able to convince you to walk on your own, because of course, the monsters could get your ankles.

"Well," He starts, flicking the light to the hallway on so that maybe you'll stop suffocating him with your arms wound so tightly around his chest, "You would have screamed until I said yes."

"I was kidding." You mumble grouchily into his chest, "I can't believe you're making me to go bed! That's where all of the killers are hiding, Aaron!"

"I take down serial killers for living," He reminds you, targeting your bedroom light next, "Don't you think we would have heard if someone had come into the house?"

"No," You insist, shaking your head as best you can, "That's how they getcha! They- I dunno, hide in the closets or something!"

"Hm," He hums, reaching for the knob of your closet door, "I'll check."

"Aaron- no!" You scramble out of his arms, landing on your butt on the floor and scrambling to stand on top of the bed, "Are you insane?"

"What?!" He's looking at you like you've grown a third head, though he's fairly certain your first one is injured after your fall.

"Don't take me in there with you!" You gesture wildly to the closet, "Were you just about to unleash the monsters while holding me? I would have been their first target, you dick!"

"Y/N," He deadpans, twisting the knob with one hand and yanking it open. You flinch at the sight, though he knows there's nothing there. A simple inspection of the space shows only a tie out of place, but he's pretty sure he knocked it off of the wall, not a monster.

"Just get over here," You hiss, unamused at his boldness, "I'm not getting to sleep tonight, so let's just get the night over with."

"Yes you are," Aaron chuckles, grabbing pajama pants and shedding his jeans. He tugs the polo off as well, but doesn't bother grabbing a t-shirt to sleep in, leaving his chest exposed as he treks towards the bed, "I'm going to be here the whole time."

"But you're gonna be asleep!" You tug the covers back, hurriedly tucking yourself beneath them, "I can't sleep if you're sleeping, 'cause then I'll be awake when the killer gets here but you won't. I can't be the protector of us, Aaron!"

You do look pitiful under the blankets, but he's sure that if a killer broke in trying to stab him, you'd turn their own knife on them. You're stronger than you feel in the moment, but he won't point it out.

"How about this?" He reaches for you, tugging the covers up and over himself and plopping unceremoniously on top of you, "You go to sleep, and I lay here and protect you. Nothing can get you if I'm covering you, right?"

"I guess not." You muse, squirming to get comfortable under his broad frame, "You swear you won't fall asleep until I'm out too?"

"On my life," He promises, though it's an unfortunate word choice.

"It will be," You groan, snapping your eyes shut and burrowing your face into his neck, "It was nice knowing you, Aaron."

"That's a weird way of saying I love you," He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple, the only part of your face his lips can reach, "But I love you too, scaredy-cat."

[darklydeliciousdesires]

*✊🏾knock👊🏾 ✊🏾knock👊🏾*

you may want to consider changing the locks cause I'm getting far too comfortable with the unannounced pop by.

and like all "overstayed their welcome house guests" I have demands a request

Number 17 with EZ. No, Bishop. No, Happy. No, Manny.

actually you've been such a generous host, you pick, whoever you like, I wouldn't want to put you out after all 🤣🤣🤣 *sorry sarcasm is my first language but I'm serious about those locks, I'm no good at subtle hints, send me packing whenever.

Babe, at this point in the house of DDD, you have your own little reading nook, furnished with snacks and drinks of your choice! You will never be unwelcome around here! Apologies that this took me about 900 years to get around to, life is busy, my friend! I hope you enjoy it, though :)

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

"Oh, what was that I heard? A needy little whine, hmm?"

"Please, Manny."

A baleful rumble echoes his throat, his chuckle deeper in pitch than that of a tiger's low growl of warning, and ten times more predatory. "Y'all really saying please to me now, after I told you not to behave like a brat?"

Another little whine escapes your lips, Manny smirking at your chagrin, leaning forward in his seat, the chair creaking. He reaches for you, fingers hooking beneath the intricate bindings of the bondage rope he has to bound with, your arms lashed behind your back, the tight constriction fuelling your arousal. As he knew it would.

Looking down at where his cock fills the front of his jeans, he then lifts his head, watching your eyes take it in, hungry for the hardness you know he shan't be unleashing and putting anywhere near you yet. You won't feel him fill you where you're wet and needy, and it's torture. The sweetest kind.

"Dying for it, aren't you, brat?"

"I am."

He grins, looking down at his leg, dark eyes flitting back to yours, blinking slowly, the sight of his long, dark lashes fluttering a display of divine beauty. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” His hand grips the rope, pulling you down astride it, the denim coarse against your soft folds. "Look like someone's gon' be grinding herself there, don't it?"

You nod.

"Oh, and by the way," he begins in a breathy whisper, his lips planting a single, soft kiss against your throat, his hold on your bindings tightening, "you aren't allowed to look away, not even once."

[dropout-if]

I was wonderinggg… how do the ROs social media/insta look like?

for no reason at all

Anon you've just unleashed a monster, you have no idea how much I love these kind of edits.

Jean/Jade- their account isn't private though they sometimes wish it was. The few pictures of J are either taken at the gym or by their brother. Most of their uploads are candid moments and pretty Downtown Heights sights. Overall very aesthetic. Also uses their personal acc to promote their writing.

Uma- has three accounts (tattoos, art and private). Their tattoo account to get clients, post prints and their work (one of my closest friends tattoos for a living and I see Uma having their style: traditional with modern themes). Their art account is Uma's baby, it's basically paintings and sketches and artsy behind the scenes of the process. Finally their personal has like one or two pictures of them and friends lol they only use it to interact.

Statler- They're like a mom lol constantly tagging their friends on giveaways. Most of their pictures are Statler with family, friends and their partner. Also likes posting inspirational quotes. They're surprisingly active 😭

Wanda- either very effortlessly trendy and aesthetic (just Pinterest vibes) or the goofiest (very cursed) thing in the world. Probably both. Wanda def doesn't take it seriously either way. Tons of pictures of Gabi, selfies and Wanda with her friends.

Kai- has a work account with all their photographies (very black and white/striking colors, very experimental) and a personal acc. Once had an anime pfp but has since changed it to a picture of them flipping off the camera after Liv bullied them into changing it. While their work account is very artsy their personal account is a mess lol, lots of pictures at parties.

Travis- private account. Just pictures of his cat, stray cats and very very few selfies/pictures of what remains of the friend group. Rarely uploads anything, he doesn't understand social media or trends all that well lol.

[artzychic27]

Some incorrect quotes with Marc as Starfire

Cosette: Way to go, Troqie!

Marc: *Scowls* You do not call me that!

Cosette: But Lucien calls you Troq all the time.

Marc: … That does not make it right.

Cosette: What's up? I thought you said it didn't mean anything.

Marc: No. I said it means "nothing". When Lucien calls me "Troq", he is saying that I am worthless, a nothing.

Cosette: Marc...

Marc: There are those on other planets that think Tamaraneans are inferior. Troq is what they call us.

Cosette: So he's calling you a terrible name. And you know that if you punch him out, it'll only confirm all the bad stuff he says about you?

Marc: Yes! You know what it is like to be judged simply by the way you look?

Cosette: Of course I do. I'm a meta-human.

—

Aurore: I'm sorry Lucien treated you like that. If I'd known I never would've let it happen.

Cosette: None of us would.

Marc: There will always be people who say mean words because you are different. And sometimes their minds cannot be changed. But there are many more people that do not judge people based on how they look, or where they came from. Those are the people whose words truly matter.

—

Marc: *To Nathaniel* All the fault is yours! I commanded you leave me alone, but you insisted upon the 'being nice'!

Nathaniel: MY fault? You blast me, you kiss me, BUT YOU NEVER STOP TO MENTION THAT THEY HAVE A GIGANTIC PARTICLE WEAPON?

—

Marc: I suggest a large pizza with pickles, bananas, and mint frosting.

Simon: Uh, Marc? Not everything on the menu is a pizza topping.

—

Ismael: Four and a half pounds of baby back ribs! Man, I love picnic food! *starts scarfing away*

Marc: Agreed, Ismael. This tangy yellow beverage is truly delightful. *starts slurping more of his drink. The Science Kids slowly stop eating and start looking at him, flabbergasted*

Reshma: Um... Marc?

Ismael: That's mustard.

Marc: Oh… Is there more?

—

Rando: Hey, Hot Alien Babe, you digging the scene?

Marc: Oh I didn't know we were suppose to bring shovels...

—

Emani: Hi, Little Doll!

Marc: Nathaniel... who is this boy, and why is he calling you "Doll"?

—

Nathaniel: *After he and Marc have switched bodies* Marc! You have to calm down. My powers are driven by emotion. The more you feel, the more energy you unleash.

Marc: I will try to calm down. *takes a few deep breaths and closes his eyes* Peace... quiet... tranquil... *His powers cause a car to flip over and blow sky high*

Nathaniel: We are sooo doomed.

—

Nathaniel: You're getting married?!

Marc: Indeed, and I cannot wait to get to Tamaran. I have been having a bit of the sick-home feeling lately, and am eager to introduce my home planet to you, my friends.

Nathaniel: You're getting married?!

Mireille: Yeah, anyone we know?

Marc: I have never met him. My betrothed has been chosen for me by the Grand Ruler of Tamaran.

Nathaniel: You're getting MARRIED? And to SOMEONE YOU'VE NEVER MET?

—

Denise: Make him laugh, or something!

Marc: Uh… How many okarins does it take to hogie a morflark?… Fimbar!

—

Marc: Friends! Awaken! Alarm! The Mother Mae-Eye is not truly our mother, but an evil witch who has tricked us all and invaded our home and forbidden our missions and keeps us all under her spell with frequent and plentiful helpings of enchanted pie! *stops and gasps for breath*

Reshma: … So... what now?

Jean: I think he’s saying… He wants more pie!

—

Marc: *After getting hit by Kim’s prank* Is this punishment? I did something wrong?

Kim: Marc, it was... You weren't supposed to... I didn't... Heh, just remember to change that oil every 3,000 miles. Heh heh.

Marc: … On my planet we have a name for those who do such horrible things, you are a... A CLORBAG VARBLERNELK!

Kim: … I'm a what-bag?

Alix: You heard the guy.

Nathaniel: You are such a clorbag.

—

Marc: Your Atlas is nothing but a Zolworg Tubeck Plixing Zarbmarker!

Jean: Yeah, what he said!

—

Cosette: Can't be any scarier than that documentary on hot-dogs Marc made us watch.

Marc: It was fascinating! I had no idea Earth-people ate so many pigs... and insects!

—

*After Nathaniel laughs*

Marc: Many of your Earth ways are still strange to me, but that was... just plain freaky, correct?

—

*In the dark*

Marc: Someone’s claws are on my grebnacks!

Lacey: Hehe... my bad!

—

*Marc is teaching Nathaniel how to fly, because they have switched bodies, and his powers require a happy thought*

Marc: Very good! What was your joyful thought?

Nathaniel: You don't want to know...

Marc: Oh, but I do... please tell me... what did you imagine?

Nathaniel: You… Kissing me.

Marc: *Blushes* Oh... well, I am glad I was able to help...

—

Marc: Come, Friends. I shall thank you all by reciting the Poem of Gratitude. All six thousand verses!

*The DC kids pass out*

—

Reshma: It's all right. We're friends, remember?

Marc: … Friends? *advancing; they back up* Why? For what purpose did you free me?

Zoé: Just...trying to be nice.

Marc: "Nice." We do not have this word on my planet. Closest is "rutha." Weak!

—

Marc: Nomosguoguomuozog! GUO ZOG!!!

Zoé: I CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!!!

[quills-of-freedom]

Crossroads

Chapter II

Eren pathway. DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU'VE READ CROSSROADS CHAPTER II.

(Unless you want to spoil it for yourself, each to their own)

CHAPTER II NOT CHAPTER I

"Give yourself to me." He commands. "I know you felt the same at some point. Maybe you still do."

His heavy-lidded eyes gazing down at her with his reddening cheek from the slap was certainly a sight to see. She could feel the power within him, just waiting to unleash upon her.

It had been four years since she'd shared her body with someone, and it was hard to admit to herself, but Eren was extremely handsome, her body already burning for him as his warm strong body presses against her.

She swallows hard, debating on what to do.

"I rejected you because..." she begins. "Someone else would have been hurt."

Air blows out of his nose. "What, Mikasa? I can't help it if I don't feel the same about her as she does me. She's family to me."

She didn't reply, only trembling now as she tumbles further down the rabbit hole of yearning.

Eren picks up on this, leaning down and breathing hot air into her ear and across her neck. "It's only ever been you. I love you, y/n."

Her heart pounds intense heat around her whole being, feeling herself slip further and further into the palm of Eren Jaeger.

She's not sure if she can return those words, still scorned from Reiner's betrayal, those weird vivid dreams about Porco and with how Eren had been acting lately.

She had no idea what was going on with herself. She felt so lost.

"Let me make you feel good..." He continues, hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Before she could even reply, his lips were softly caressing her neck, eyes closed and desperate.

"Eren..." She breathes, the reigns of self-control now out of reach as he nips her skin with his teeth, hungry hands rubbing up and down her shape with such yearning it was almost painful.

Before she could even react, he'd picked her up, her legs automatically snaking around his waist as her mouth attaches to his, his groan evidence of his joy that she was allowing him to finally have her.

He lowers her down onto her bed, his breath heavy and quivering as he begins to trail his mouth down her chest, grabbing her shirt and tearing it open with ease, buttons flying around the room and hitting random objects.

"Eren ~!" She gasps.

He grunts in reply, ripping her bra in two and immediately encasing his mouth onto her breast, hand rolling and kneading the other like dough.

Next were her trousers, grabbing the top of them and yanking them off her legs, quickly returning his mouth to her skin, the inside of her thigh his target.

"God, you're so beautiful." He sighs as he then removes his shirt, throwing it to the side and placing his mouth around the cloth of her panties. He blows hot breath through the material, making her squirm, his teeth now carefully nipping the cotton, pulling them down her legs, his intense gaze not leaving her eyes as he does so.

Suddenly, those dead eyes seemed to look a lot more alive to her.

He returns to between her legs, pushing them apart and taking a good look. "Gorgeous, just like I thought it would be." He notes to himself out loud. "I'm going to ruin it."

His tongue runs up her bloom, his hum of approval of her taste vibrating her entirety.

Taking two slender fingers, he pushes them within her his tongue focusing on her bundle of nerves. His attack is relentless, assaulting both external and internal g-spots with speed and force, her back springing into an arch, mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

It had been so long since she'd felt so good and my god Eren knew what he was doing.

They both freeze for a moment when there's a knocking at her door.

"Hey, y/n, you in there?" Jeans voice calls through the wood. "Did you manage to convince Armin to help me with that paperwork?"

Eren calmly removes himself from you, dabbing his mouth with the back of his hand as he struts towards the door.

"E-eren!" She stammers, not knowing what he was going to do.

Opening the door ajar, he leans against the frame with one arm so Jean wouldn't be able to see into the room.

Seeing a shirtless Eren at her door with a flushed face made Jean's jaw slacken in sheer and utter shock.

"E-eren?!" He gasps. "What the he -"

"She's busy." He simply replies, before closing the door on him.

Eren's balls had certainly grew in size over the years and it wasn't hard to notice as he makes his way back to her. "Where were we?" He mutters, eyes burning into her form as he undoes his belt, springing his solid dick free of its restraints.

She sits up, not really knowing how to react but also blown away by how much Eren now just oozes alpha male vibes.

Taking her hand, he pulls her up to her feet with ease, his lips crashing against hers as he pulls up her leg to his hip his eagerness foretelling how this fuck was going to go.

He grabs the other and carries her towards the wall where he pins her with his solid body, lowering her down to his angry looking head.

"You ready for me?" He breathes, more flustered than he'd thought he'd be.

She nods, teeth grazing her bottom lip with anticipation.

Pushing his hips up he gasps, not prepared for how good it was going to feel. "Ah..." His voice breaks like a hormonal teenager all over again. "F~fuck you feel so amazing."

She can't reply.

The intense and instant ecstasy of Eren's long cock invading her was too good to form anything intelligible.

He begins to nail her into the wall, his groans loud and his thrusts unforgiving as his abs and trimmed pubic hair creates friction on her clit.

"You... you're mine... shit." His sanity leaves him rather quickly, the feral disease of lust clouding over him with haste.

The next thing she knew, he'd lowered her and bent her over her nearby desk, slamming himself back inside of her, his fingers digging cruelling into the fat of her peachy ass, his hand then slithering up to pull her arms behind her back, locking her in place as the loud smacking of himself against her echoes throughout the room.

"N'ahh, y/n..." His grunts are Neanderthal-like, forceful and greedy as her tunnels spasm around him with glee.

Still stuck within her silent scream of utter disbelief she allows him to do as he wishes, his restlessness as he's spoilt for choice making her legs week as he flips her around once more, fucking her as she sits on her desk.

"I wanna see that beautiful face." He grunts, digging his fingers into her cheeks, before snaking his tongue into her mouth. "N'ah!"

It was a massive difference to what she knew. Whenever Reiner fucked her, he was always so gentle yet firm. She could feel the love he had for her pour into her essence. Although Eren was being rougher than Reiner had ever been, she could still feel the passion he had for her through his groans and words of praise.

Perhaps years of yearning for something he couldn't have has taken it's toll on him.

"Eh, Eren~!" She cries as her core begins to spasm out of control.

He whines. "Cum for me... Fuckin' look at me while I send you into heaven, baby."

His gaze is so intense as she obeys, only those dark eyes visible as she comes undone.

Her orgasm was so huge, she didn't even notice her nails sinking into his arms, making him hiss in a pleasured pain.

"Shit, baby..." He groans, titan steam emitting from the scratches as he healed them up.

Dawn was just beginning to peep over the horizon when Porco and Pieck arrived at the barracks in their uniform. Although nervous at first, they soon relaxed when they noticed not one person shot them a look of unfamiliarity.

"God their military really has gone to shit," Porco mutters quietly as they just waltz into the barracks without even a second look from the two half-asleep guards at the entrance.

"Must be bad." Pieck replies as the freshly polished floor assaults her nose, resulting in a cute, squeaky sneeze.

"Bless you."

They turn to their left to see Soldier coming out of an adjacent room.

"Thank you." Pieck smiles with an awkward wave.

"Don't mention it." Jean replies. "I've not seen you two before, you been transferred?"

Porco panics, face starting to flush red.

"Yeah, all the way from Stohess. It's good to be back here though." Pieck answers quickly, relying on her briefing from Magath.

Porco breathes a sigh of relief.

"Huh, they sent you two down a bit late huh? But eh, everything has gone to shit these days so I can't say I'm not surprised."

"Yeah, it's a disgrace and a damn shame." Porco replies. "But we gotta go. Duty calls."

Jean nods as he continues his way out of the building.

"That was a close one. Way to go, Pieck." Porco celebrates.

"We have to be careful." Pieck frowns, her worry now evident. "I saw him four years ago. He's part of the Levi Squad. Which means..."

She's here. His heart almost jumps out of his chest, causing him to stop in his tracks, orbs wide.

"Porco?"

"S-sorry. Just, I know Ackerman is one of the ones we gotta be extra careful around."

"Exactly. We should split up. And don't let panic get the better of you. Stay calm and remember our briefing."

"Right." Porco nods. "See you. I'll head upstairs."

[graviditatismasculino]

Scenario:

You're pathetic aren't you? How else could you not be? You have a huge belly in the way that makes hard to even reach yourself to the parts of you that are begging to be touched. Constantly throbbing and aching, you don't know how long it's been since you've gotten off. The person who put you in this position won't even touch you now, much rather enjoying seeing you struggle to get any contact in any way you can. Blankets? Pillows? Hardly firm enough. Bed post? Too tall for a pregnant person, and too much effort to be standing up that long without proper support for someone your size. The showerhead was your next best option but even that wasn't enough since you wanted something deep inside you to push back up the pressure deep inside. Still no matter how much you pleaded to the point of tears, the parent of your baby would laugh and shake their head.

They'd cup your face and say, "You look so good all needy and desparate."

How cruel of them. However it made you all the more horny when they watched you. Which was often lying on your back now, moaning feebly having given up on any sort of relief.

Until the pressure suddenly amplified one day and you were on your hands and knees, body straining to push with each contraction. But now you were more desperate than ever, wanting any stimulation besides what was slip- no taking its damned time to come out of you! You cried and called for them, aching in a way that wasn't just from your labor. They strode in on you, your face pressed into the bed, sobbing and body trembling. They must have felt enough pity for you to open their jeans and pull your long shirt from up over your ass.

Your body quivered in anticipation as their bulge nearly brushed your swollen lips.

"You're doing such a bad job sweetheart. It's really jammed in there." You felt their palm touch your ass, caressing it as it was burning feverishly red.

"I'll help. You deserve it this once. Your orgasm should help unwedge it." You nearly lost all strength from that. Finally. Finally. You wept gratefully and pushed your hips back against them. Your sensitive spots brushing the zipper of their pants and you gasped, rocking your hips more but they held your waist, keeping you in place. "Let's not get carried away yet." They warned.

"S-sorry."

They positioned themself, pushing inside. Your body eagerly took them in as if it had been starving for months. They grunted, gritting their teeth. They took a moment to adjust to you.

Then. Oh.

Oh God.

They rammed their hips into you, making you yelp and moan all at once, shocked and overwhelmed from it all. Involuntarily you started to sob again and buried your face into your elbow as they rammed into you again and again, dominating your body - it felt like it was some sort of reminder on how to behave or punishment. Nonetheless, your body took every stroke and it wasn't long before you climaxed and your brain became mush.

They tsk'd at you, seeing your state before unleashing more of their load into you.

They fell over your back and lazily kissed your shoulder and neck.

"It's coming." They said with a tired laugh.

This is the fucking DREAM, being a constantly horny pathetic mess that can't come. My cunt always wet and my body always ready for anything. I'd definitely be grinding against any surface I thought would work just desperately trying to cum.

Then when I'm laboring, being allowed to cum would make me feel like I was in heaven, 9 months of what is basically edging and I'm cumming hard enough to squirt. I'd be nothing but a dumb clock sleeve for them after too, excited for a repeat.

[playedbetter]

@veroxins said: not really a part of the headcanon meme but i'd love to hear more on your muses dissociative systems tbh !

You have no idea what you've just unleashed! Because it will drive me crazy if I don't I'll cover all my muses who I consider plural even if they don't fit into the typical framework. Also going to be working off of my expanded muse list which I'll be sharing the doc for sooner or later.

This is going to be long and discuss a lot of triggering topics so under the cut it goes.

Jean-Paul & Azrael (& Others)

They are a traumagenic osdd-1b system which was pro/grammed by their abusers, The Order of Saint Dumas. They were the victims of ram/coa (Ri/tual abuse, mind con/trol, & or/ganizationed abuse). However for safety and respect reasons their system's members are only drawn from comics or other experiences they have. If you look into it on your own, please be extremely careful, actual harm can come from researching ram/coa for survivors of it.

At any rate, for the majority of his life Jean-Paul was unaware of the system, and believed that the others in it only formed when he was an adult. However Azrael had formed when they were children as a protector and information holder, and Ascalon formed as a holder of a lot of the programming they received. Jean-Paul only recently as of my Canon learned Azrael originates from their childhood.

Jean-Paul learned after his father's death of the alias Azrael and took it up, unintentionally also letting Azrael take the reigns and becoming aware of them.

In adulthood they've as of current blog canon formed two more headmates. Azbats, who splintered from Azrael when they collectively became Batman. And The Voice That Binds, who formed from the trauma of being controlled and turned evil by Darkseid.

Ascalon, Azbats, and The Voice That Binds are currently dormant in the system meaning they aren't conscious and can't front (Have control of the body/forefront of the mind).

Also up until recently, Jean-Paul was a bad host. While he handled the outerworld alright, he kept Azrael under tight control and used Azrael as a scapegoat. They are in the process of both healing from that and trusting each other.

June Moone & Enchantress

While not a system they are plural as they share a body and mind. The closest to relevant terms for them would be spiritual plurality, and Enchantress would be considered a walk in (member that came from an external source) while June is the host.

They have a rather dysfunctional relationship with each other and fight for dominance over their life. However without the other their life would be a lot more empty.

This explanation and dynamic is pretty much the same on a surface level for Jason Blood & Etrigan, and Kayn & Rhaast.

Harvey Dent & Two Face

They are a traumagenic osdd-1b system that formed in adulthood after Harvey's infamous assault. Though the groundwork came from an abusive childhood. They both act as hosts and are prone to switching as a result of a coin flip.

Jeannette & Therese Voerman

They are a traumagenic D.I.D system that was formed in childhood due to horroriftic abuse and grooming and then exasperated when they were turned into a kindred.

They have a very tumultuous relationship with each other due to opposing personalities and political beliefs.

To the outside world they are known as a pair of feuding twin sisters, though their plurality is an open secret around L.A.

Lucien & Mollymauk & Kingsley

The circumstances of their plurality is unlike anything possible on earth. In modern verses they are a D.I.D system where only one headmate is active at one time as the host while any others that exist are permanently dormant.

Anders & Justice

They are another case of possession however do begin functioning like a more mundane system rather quickly. Anders being the regular host and Justice taking up the role of a protector. In modern verses they are a spiritual non disordered (so far as the plural part goes) system, where the system stuff does help them cope with trauma and mental illnesses.

Fun fact this description is the closest to my (the mun's) system.

Harrier Du Bois

He is a median system without a specific origin label. Being a median system most members of the system are more shallow than a typical person and could be described accurately as parts of Harry. Harry is also the only fronter.

Toko Fukawa & Syo

A thing to note is that Syo is not the spirit of the dead child of one of the body's mothers, but was partially formed due to the unique trauma they were subjected to due to being the maybe baby of both mothers.

They are a traumagenic D.I.D system formed in childhood due to bullying and abuse at home. Toko is original to the body Syo formed while they were in their childhood. Toko is the main host and Syo uses no role labels.

Also! Syo being a serial killer is very stereotypical of fictional deceptions of plurality (which has no real basis in reality), I lean mostly into when her character starts growing past that.

Hajime Hinata & Izuru Kamakura

They are a non-disordered system with an unspecified origin because how the hell do you explain becoming a whole separate person as a result of experimental brain surgery. After Izuru was created until the neo-world program Hajime was dormant, then for a while after the program Izuru was dormant and Hajime was in denial of being plural. Till eventually they manage to work things out and become co-hosts.

Yumeto Ariyoshi & Isami Kanda

Korekiyo Shinguji

They are a traumagenic OSDD-1B system that formed in Yumeto's childhood due to abuse from his father.

Isami is a factive of Izuru Kamakura, which in their case means their internal appearance is based off of Izuru, and they have a similar personality basis. They also picked their name on purpose to have the same initials. Isami is a protector, first from their dad, and then later from Hope's Peak.

Due to the twist of the game the actual origins of his plurality are unclear. By the backstory we know though they'd be a non-disordered thoughtform system, meaning that Korekiyo purposefully created a headmate, in this case, based off of his abusive older sister.

This is flat out the most dysfunctional system on the entire blog because Korekiyo is flat out being abused by the thoughtform and driven into becoming a serial killer by her. I straight up will not be playing her on this blog because that would be uncomfortable for everyone involved.

In any verse where he survives long enough to eventually start healing, Korekiyo dismisses the thoughtform and does not ever create any new ones.

Horuss Zahhak

I need to do more thinking on this but they are canonically plural, just in the worst way cause Hussie is the worst. They are likely a non-disordered endogenic system.

[oofimmadie]

How the four stars feel about you (Part 5, I'm surprised I'm still writing with how bad it can be.)

KAEYA

-Honestly? He really didn't like you.

-I mean, when you're controlling people with visions like puppets and having them fight monsters way stronger than them, fighting people like La signora, and also making them grab fish with their bare hands in public?

-Yeah it's pretty bad.

-There was so many things to hate about you.

-At the same time though, you did a lot of good (even though you have practically enslaved the people of teyvat.)

-You helped with the nation's problems by controlling aether and people he knew. Like with stormterror and stopping the fatui from destroying liyue harbor by unleashing osial.

-You've even helped with the people's problems in nation's even though you didn't have to.

-However... the good you have done using people didn't outweigh the bad, not even close.

-You've turned kids like Diona and Klee into murderers.

-You've publicly humiliated people like jean by making her grab fish in a lake with her bare hands.

-Youve made them kill so many people and monsters that even their own people are afraid of them because of it.

-You've even tried to harm them.

-And you've destroyed what little pride and self esteem the people you've controlled had.

-Sometimes, the people you control can hear your voice, and if he didn't hate you before he sure did now.

-He's heard you talk about people he knows and some he's never even met. How some are good and some are bad or how you hate a certain person when you've never even met them? Really?

-The worst for him though was when he heard you talk about khanriah.

-You knew about khanriah and what his nation's people have turned into, yet you've still made kids like diona and Klee and noelle, adults like jean and Lisa and amber, people who he considered friends, slaughter the hilichurls and aybss mages without a second thought.

-You've made HIM kill his own people as well.

-And for what? For some sick pleasure? For your own amusement? Or did you really just hate everyone on the land of teyvat?

-It's so confusing it enrages him.

-He was sick of this, he was tired of this endless cycle of torture, he wanted answers.

-You had just left him in the aftermath of a battle, it was night and the moon shined down on him.

-He didn't dare look down at what you had forced him to do, knowing it would just make him angrier.

-Yet he did, he was tired of all of this, tired of seeing his friends so miserable, some have wanted to kill them but can't because you'll just revive them again.

-Kaeya laughed bitterly, he dared to look down at the remains of hilichurls and aybss mages at his feet. Blood and ash on his clothes.

-His blood boiled.

-"It's getting harder to ignore this."

[yisony07]

To the parade

Dean drummed his fingers on his knees repeatedly. Despite the heat, he was dressed very formally in a purple shirt and blue jeans. He was nervous, noticeably nervous.

From the sofa in his house he could hear in the distance a murmur of voices accompanied by music, somewhat moving music. He knew that wherever that noise came from, there must be a lot of excited people, and that, even if he wanted to participate, made his body tremble, as if he was in danger.

A noise alerted him. His dear friend Davis, wearing pink shorts and an orange tank top, had just walked into the room.

"Come on, Dean, the party is calling us!" Davis suggested and took a drink from the glass he was holding in one of his hands.

"I already told you that kind of environment makes me feel… uncomfortable… I prefer to stay here tending to the laundry, I guess."

"Well, look what I found outside... I think it was addressed to you" he commented showing the mask.

"It's a bit dirty, doesn't really look like much," Dean opined.

"Don't you think so?" Davis made a sudden movement and some of the drink fell on his shirt. "Oh man! I can't go to the party like this!" Davis groaned.

"I have clothes washing, you can put them there: I'm going to find you a shirt, okay?" Dean offered.

"Thanks, buddy."

Davis went to the laundry room while Dean got up and walked to his room. The music, although barely audible, still gave indications that the party was still going. He looked in the drawers for a shirt that, according to him, Davis could wear and, when he got off it, he found his friend with a naked torso and empty hands; he couldn't help but get more nervous.

"Thanks, again" Davis said putting the garment on.

"No problem! B-b-but... where did you leave the mask?"

"Eh… I think I put it with the clothes in the washing machine" he answered with a sheepish smile.

"You're quite a case" Desn replied rolling her eyes.

"So, are you sure you're not going?"

Davis followed Dean on the way to the washing machine, from which came a small crash and the door of the washing machine opened.

"Look what you've done…" Dean replied placing his head in the washer inlet. "Besides, I told you I have to go through the clothes, so... Argh!"

"What the hell?!" Davis exclaimed, unable to believe what he was seeing. Dean was sucked all the way into the washing machine, which closed and began to work. Davis tried his best to open the hatch, but it was stuck; all he could hear was Dr Dean's muffled moans accompanied by music similar to the dek outside and all he could see was a luminous green circle with rainbow reflections.

Seconds later, the hatch opened, almost knocking Davis out of the way, and he stepped back toward the entrance. A green smoke came out of the hatch, with a smell of soap and perfume that contrasted with the greenish color of the air. David, although delighted by the aroma, coughed a little and waved his hand to dissipate it, and in doing so, he was pleasantly surprised.

"What a rush!!" exclaimed that being taking out the cigarette. "Come on, Dav! There's a party calling for us and I'm ready to give it all night!!".

He felt liberated, without any shame; he just wanted to have fun, feel pleasure at all costs, free himself and unleash everything from himself without any commitment.

Davis nodded and the masked man took it, going to the parade, ready to give it his all.

[sinfulnesxx]

Continuation of this.

Alex had to do a photo shoot for an ad campaign, fortunately, they had let him choose the model and that's where he saw Blake, so Alex didn't hesitate to ask for that model. Upon meeting Blake, she was even fucking hotter in person and fuck, what an ass she was packing. Blake was such a slut, rubbing her ass against his crotch, looking at those nice tits, his cock was bursting inside those jeans. When the break came, Alex wasted no time, tossing all his clothes aside and getting completely naked and dragging that fucking slut into a nearby room.

He didn't give a shit if they listened to them fuck, Alex needed to soak his cock in that sweet tight ass, but his surprise was even greater at the sight of that wet pussy. Which was why, he decided to stick his cock in that hole. His massive fat cock forced its way between those tight vaginal walls, feeling how wet Blake was, the wet, filthy noise his cock and her pussy created together with each bestial ramming.

"You're a naughty girl… I like that. You're my naughty girl?" Alex commented as he kept a firm, tight grip on Blake's hips, moaning and grunting loudly, excited at the thought that anyone could look up and see them both fucking against that window. "Yes? That's the biggest cock you've ever had inside you? Fuck… Your pussy is a fucking wonder. You're so fucking tight. I'm going to use it until I fill you all the way up, then I'm going to fill your ass and then your mouth. You're my fucking whore!" Alex gasped as he fucked Blake raw and rough, unleashing a couple of hard spanks on his ass.

@acrossxthexclasses

[cleanmaster42]

Revive Your Home: The Ultimate Guide to Rug Cleaning in Melbourne

Rugs are not just decorative elements but also functional pieces that add warmth and comfort to our living spaces. However, over time, rugs can accumulate dirt, dust, and stains that not only affect their appearance but also impact indoor air quality. The ultimate guide to rug cleaning in Melbourne, we provide the importance of regular maintenance, and the specific Rug Cleaning Melbourne needs of different rug types, provide DIY cleaning techniques, highlight professional cleaning services available in Melbourne, discuss eco-friendly cleaning options, offer maintenance tips for long-lasting freshness, and share effective solutions for common rug stains and odors. Whether you're a homeowner looking to rejuvenate your living space or a business owner aiming to maintain a professional environment, this guide will equip you with the knowledge and resources to keep your rugs clean and vibrant.

Importance of Regular Rug Cleaning Let's face it, rugs can easily turn into a hot mess without regular cleaning – and not the kind of hot that's Instagram-worthy. Here's why keeping your rugs clean is crucial. Benefits of Regular Rug Cleaning Regular rug cleaning is like giving your rug a spa day. It not only keeps it looking fresh and inviting but also prolongs its lifespan. Plus, no one wants to deal with a rug that smells like last week's takeout. Health Implications of Dirty Rugs Dirty rugs aren't just unsightly; they can also harbor dust mites, allergens, and bacteria. So, if you've been sneezing more than usual, your rug might be to blame. It's time to show it some cleaning love. Types of Rugs and Their Cleaning Needs Rugs come in all shapes, sizes, and materials – each with its own personality and cleaning requirements. Let's break it down so you can give your rug the cleaning treatment it deserves. Understanding Different Rug Materials From wool to synthetic fibers, rugs are made of various materials that require specific care. Knowing what your rug is made of is like knowing if your houseplant needs sunlight or just a good spritz of water. Specific Cleaning Requirements for Various Rug Types Just like how you wouldn't wash your delicates with your jeans, different rug types need different cleaning approaches. Whether it's a delicate Persian rug or a sturdy jute rug, knowing how to clean them right can make all the difference. DIY Rug Cleaning Techniques and Best Practices Ready to roll up your sleeves and give your rug some DIY TLC? Here's how you can channel your inner cleaning guru and tackle those rug stains like a pro. Tools and Supplies Needed for DIY Rug Cleaning Forget fancy gadgets – all you need are some basics like a vacuum, mild detergent, and elbow grease. It's like a mini arm workout, but with the satisfying reward of a squeaky-clean rug. Step-by-Step Guide to Cleaning Rugs at Home DIY rug cleaning doesn't have to be rocket science. With a simple step-by-step guide, you can bid those stubborn stains goodbye and restore your rug to its former glory. Time to unleash your cleaning prowess! Professional Rug Cleaning Services in Melbourne If the thought of DIY rug cleaning makes you break out in a cold sweat, fear not – professional rug cleaners are here to save the day. Here's why calling in the pros might be the best decision you make for your rug. Benefits of Hiring Professional Rug Cleaners Professional rug cleaners have the skills, equipment, and magic touch to transform your rug from drab to fab. Plus, you can sit back and relax while they work their cleaning wizardry. Factors to Consider When Choosing a Rug Cleaning Service Not all rug cleaning services are created equal. From pricing to reviews, there are factors to consider when choosing the right professionals for the job. Because when it comes to your rug, only the best will do.

5. Eco-Friendly and Non-Toxic Rug Cleaning Options

When it comes to rug cleaning, being kind to the environment is not just a trend, it's a responsibility. Using environmentally-friendly cleaning products not only benefits the planet but also ensures the safety of your household members, including pets and little ones. Say goodbye to harsh chemicals and hello to eco-friendly solutions that get the job done without the guilt.

Importance of Environmentally-Friendly Cleaning Products

Switching to environmentally-friendly cleaning products is a win-win situation. Not only are you reducing your carbon footprint, but you are also protecting your family from exposure to harmful chemicals. Embrace the power of nature's ingredients and give your rugs the love they deserve.

Safe and Effective Non-Toxic Rug Cleaning Methods

From DIY vinegar solutions to plant-based cleaners, there are plenty of non-toxic rug cleaning methods that are safe for both your family and the environment. Make the switch to gentler yet effective cleaning routines, and you'll see the difference in both your rugs and your peace of mind.

6. Tips for Maintaining Clean and Fresh Rugs

Clean rugs are happy rugs, and with a few simple maintenance tips, you can keep your rugs looking and smelling fresh for years to come. Daily practices and long-term care strategies can make all the difference between a dull rug and one that's ready to steal the show.

Daily Maintenance Practices for Rugs

Incorporate daily habits like regular vacuuming, spot cleaning spills promptly, and rotating your rugs to evenly distribute foot traffic. Consistent care not only preserves the beauty of your rugs but also prevents dirt and grime from settling in.

Long-Term Care and Preservation Tips

Invest in rug pads to protect your rugs and floors, schedule professional deep cleanings periodically, and avoid direct sunlight exposure to prevent fading. With a little foresight and care, your rugs can remain a source of pride and comfort in your home.

Dealing with Common Rug Stains and Odors

Stains and odors are the uninvited guests that can ruin the beauty and ambiance of your rugs. But fear not, armed with the right knowledge and solutions, you can tackle these pesky issues head-on and restore your rugs to their former glory.

Identification and Treatment of Common Rug Stains

Whether it's a wine spill, pet accident, or muddy footprints, knowing how to identify and treat common rug stains promptly is key to preventing them from becoming permanent eyesores. With the right techniques and products, even the toughest stains can be banished.

Effective Solutions for Eliminating Rug Odors

From musty odors to pet smells, rug odors can be a mood killer. But with a combination of baking soda, essential oils, and a little elbow grease, you can say goodbye to unpleasant odors and hello to a fresh-smelling home once again.

Conclusion

Revive your home with these rug cleaning tips and tricks, and watch your space transform into a haven of cleanliness and comfort. With a little effort and the right approach, your rugs can be the star of the show once more. In conclusion, by incorporating regular rug cleaning practices and utilizing the tips and techniques outlined in this guide, you can ensure that your rugs not only enhance the aesthetics of your home but also contribute to a healthier and more comfortable living environment. Whether you choose to tackle the cleaning yourself or enlist the help of professional services in Melbourne, maintaining clean and fresh rugs is a worthwhile investment in the longevity and beauty of your space. With a commitment to proper care and attention, you can revitalize your home and enjoy the benefits of clean, vibrant rugs for years to come.

[interiorcraft1]

How to Make well furnished Wardrobe.

In a world of fast fashion and ever-changing trends, creating a wardrobe that truly reflects your style and personality can be a rewarding endeavor. Building your own wardrobe not only allows for creativity and self-expression but also promotes sustainability and conscious consumerism. In this comprehensive guide, we will walk you through the process of crafting your perfect wardrobe, from decluttering and organizing to designing and accessorizing. Let's dive in!

Understanding Your Style Identity: Before embarking on your wardrobe-building journey, take some time to reflect on your personal style preferences. Consider the colors, patterns, and silhouettes that resonate with you, as well as the occasions and environments you dress for regularly. Whether you lean towards classic elegance, bohemian chic, or minimalist simplicity, defining your style identity will serve as a guiding principle throughout the process.

Decluttering and Assessing Your Current Wardrobe: Begin by decluttering your existing wardrobe to make space for your new creations. Sort through your clothes, shoes, and accessories, and be ruthless in purging items that no longer serve you. Ask yourself whether each piece brings you joy, fits well, and aligns with your style vision. Consider donating, selling, or repurposing items that no longer have a place in your wardrobe.

Building a Foundation with Essential Pieces: Every wardrobe needs a solid foundation of versatile, timeless pieces that can be mixed and matched effortlessly. Invest in high-quality basics such as tailored blazers, crisp white shirts, classic denim jeans, and little black dresses. These timeless essentials will form the backbone of your wardrobe and provide a solid canvas for expressing your personal style.

DIY Clothing Projects: Get creative and unleash your inner fashion designer by embarking on DIY clothing projects. From upcycling old garments to sewing your own designs from scratch, there are endless possibilities for customizing your wardrobe. Experiment with fabric choices, embellishments, and sewing techniques to create one-of-a-kind pieces that reflect your unique style sensibility.

Organizing Your Wardrobe Space: Effective wardrobe organization is key to maintaining a clutter-free and functional space. Invest in storage solutions such as shelves, drawers, hanging racks, and storage bins to maximize space and keep your belongings neatly organized. Arrange your clothes by category, color, or season to make getting dressed a breeze. Consider implementing a rotating system to ensure that seasonal items are easily accessible.

Accessorizing to Elevate Your Look: Accessorizing is the final touch that can elevate your outfits from ordinary to extraordinary. Experiment with statement jewelry, scarves, belts, hats, and bags to add personality and flair to your ensembles. Don't be afraid to mix and match different textures, colors, and styles to create visually interesting combinations. Accessories are a fun and affordable way to refresh your look without breaking the bank.

Maintaining Your Wardrobe: Once you've built your dream wardrobe, it's important to maintain it regularly to ensure longevity and functionality. Practice good garment care habits such as laundering items according to care instructions, storing them properly, and repairing any damages promptly. Conduct periodic wardrobe audits to assess what items are still serving you and what can be retired or replaced.

Conclusion: Creating your own wardrobe is a fulfilling journey that allows you to express your individuality, cultivate your personal style, and contribute to a more sustainable fashion ecosystem. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can build a wardrobe that not only looks great but also reflects who you are. So roll up your sleeves, unleash your creativity, and get ready to embark on the ultimate DIY fashion adventure!

[greenlivinginthecity]

Upcycling Clothes Ideas: Sustainable Fashion

"In a world full of trends, let's be classic!"

Embroider or sew patches onto old clothes

Introduction

Ever wondered what happens to those jeans that are too tight or that dress that's a tad out of style? Instead of letting them collect dust in the closet or tossing them in the trash, there's a creative and eco-friendly solution: upcycling clothes! 🌱✂️

Table of Contents

Understanding Upcycling: Giving Fashion a Second Chance

Benefits of Upcycling Clothes

Getting Started: Unleash Your Inner Upcycler

Upcycling Techniques and Ideas: Let the Magic Begin

Basic Upcycling Tricks

Fancy Upcycling Feats

The Upcycling Adventure: Your Step-by-Step Guide

Flaunt Your Upcycled Glamour

Challenges: From Sewing Newbies to Upcycling Stars

The Future of Upcycled Fashion: Changing the Style Game

Conclusion: You're the Upcycling Superhero!

Understanding Upcycling: Giving Fashion a Second Chance

So, what's this upcycling thing? It's like magic for your wardrobe – taking old clothes and turning them into new treasures. Unlike recycling, where materials are broken down, upcycling gives your old duds a stylish makeover. Think Cinderella’s ball gown, but with a twist!

Benefits of Upcycling Clothes

Here's the scoop on why upcycling rocks:

Hugging Mother Earth: Upcycling clothes saves the day by cutting down on waste. By giving new life to old garments, we reduce landfill overload and say "adios" to the throwaway culture.

Ding Ding! Cash Register Sounds: Tight on budget? Upcycling is a secret money-saver. Instead of splurging on new outfits, you can create your fashion statement without emptying your wallet.

Dress to Impress – Only You! Ever wished you had an outfit no one else does? Upcycling lets you customize your clothes, making each piece uniquely "you." It’s like wearing your personality!

Getting Started: Unleash Your Inner Upcycler

Before you dive into the upcycling adventure, gather your tools and materials. Think of them as your crafting sidekicks:

Needles and Threads: Your trusty companions for sewing adventures.

Sewing Machine: If you've got one, this can be a game-changer.

Scissors: Give your clothes a snip-snip makeover!

Fabric Scraps: These will be your color palette for patchwork magic.

Buttons, Zippers, and Bling: Transform plain clothes into fashion gems.

Upcycling Techniques and Ideas: Let the Magic Begin

Okay, enough chit-chat! Let's talk techniques:

Basic Upcycling Tricks

Patchwork Play: Take those fabric scraps and create new patterns. Your old jeans can become a funky, patchwork masterpiece!

Colors of the Wind: Dye or bleach old clothes for a fresh look. Transform a boring white tee into a tie-dye dream!

Shape Shifters: Cut and sew to transform shapes. Turn a baggy shirt into a chic crop top or a dress into a stylish skirt.

Sparkle & Shine: Embellish with beads or embroidery. Give your plain blouse a dazzling upgrade!

Fancy Upcycling Feats

Denim Dreams: Turn old jeans into stylish bags or cool jackets. Jeans that didn't fit? They're now a trendy denim skirt!

Shirt-to-Dress Magic: Those oversized shirts? Boom! They're now trendy dresses, perfect for a casual day out.

Sweater Sorcery: Old sweaters can become mittens, scarves, or even cozy pillow covers. Let your knitting needles dance!

The Upcycling Adventure: Your Step-by-Step Guide

Ready to transform your fashion faves? Here’s the plan:

Step 1: Prep and Dream

Give your clothes a good wash.

Imagine your outfit’s new look – will it be a dress, a bag, or a quirky combo?

Step 2: Design the Magic

Sketch your vision on paper.

Plan what needs cutting, sewing, or adding.

Step 3: Let's Create!

Follow your plan. Snip, sew, and stitch!

Keep your scissors and sewing machine handy.

Step 4: The Final Flourish

Press your new piece for a polished look.

Check for any loose threads or wobbly stitches.

Flaunt Your Upcycled Glamour

Time to flaunt your creations! Mix your upcycled pieces with store-bought ones for a unique style statement. Share your masterpiece on social media and inspire others to join the upcycling tribe! 🌟👗

Challenges: From Sewing Newbies to Upcycling Stars

Worried about sewing skills? Fear not! Online tutorials and local workshops are here to rescue you. If you're in a creativity rut, peek at inspiring upcycling success stories – they're like rocket fuel for your imagination!

The Future of Upcycled Fashion: Changing the Style Game

Upcycling isn't just a trend; it's a movement. It's helping Mother Nature breathe a little easier and changing how we view fashion. As more folks embrace upcycling, big brands might hop on the eco-train, making sustainable choices mainstream!

Conclusion: You're the Upcycling Superhero!

Imagine a world where everyone gives their clothes a second chance. With green upcycling ideas, you're not just altering fabrics – you're changing the world, one stitch at a time. So go ahead, dust off that sewing kit, and let your imagination run wild. Your old clothes are waiting to shine like never before! 🌈👚✨