#revitalisant

[cnblogue]

Les crèmes sans rinçage

Nous avons plusieurs crèmes sans rinçage et ça peut être facile de s’y perdre. J’ai donc pensé que ça pouvait être pertinent de bien vous les expliquer. Je vous présente trois crèmes “traitement” et trois crèmes coiffantes. Les crèmes d’étape 1, qu’on utilise après le shampooing ou après le shampooing + masque, mais avant les crèmes coiffantes: 1. L’après-shampooing sans rinçage Restore™ Pour…

[stil-lindigo]

a blank page.

[chucapybara]

thinkin' about dancing with eula, in your favourite place to be with her—

it's cold out, it always is. dragonspine's climate is harsh and unforgiving, but to those of steel will, the wintry terrain is easy enough to temper. her hand is gentle around yours, the slightest flex beneath her gloves as she steadies you at the slightest hint of ice upon the ground.

(don't worry. she'll catch you, before you so much as harm a hair on your pretty head upon the snow.)

there's a precious spot—well, several, really—that you both come to often in search of refuge and respite from the trials of society. the snow is pure and untainted, untouched by the unjust jeers of those who call mondstadt home; it's quiet, here, a shelter in some ruins with evidences of your prior visits. a memory to return to with fondness.

you share a drink by the campfire, some dandelion wine fresh from the tavern. you watch as she prepares it, skilled and delicate, the slightest furrow in her brow as her cryo vision pulses and cubes of ice form in her palm. cheek on hand, you can't help but smile as she deposits the ice into the cups she'd brought: goblets, really, stolen away from the stash at the lawrence manor.

"so much silver gone to waste keeping up appearances. at least, with these, they'll serve a more priceless purpose," she huffs the first time she brought them, engraved with sapphires and dappled with gold embellishments. you should've felt like royalty then, as you swirled the wine; like nobility as you took a tentative sip. but the sight of her, tufts of silken arctics and sunset eyes and tender smile, made you feel like a witness instead.

(a witness, you remember thinking, to divinity itself.)

eula glanced at you when she concluded, then. an unspoken message that you already understand, that already warms you. much of it took time to learn, the little tells that gave her away (with some help from amber, of course), but you relished memorising each: her indignant scoffs and denying looks away when she's flustered, the furrow in her brow as she ponders her next strategy.

you thank her when she hands you a goblet, the dandelion wine chilled to the perfect cool. she wouldn't normally go through the trouble and hassle of the tradition, but for you, she would dredge up every crumb of history branded upon her skull.

it makes you appreciate her all the more. you smile, and she looks away, and you know her fair cheeks are already rosy before she does.

eula drinks less often, when she's around you. every moment is too sacred to be enjoyed drunk; you are a thorn in her side, but you are also the plaster and the sweet kiss and the tender touch that mends it with care enough unworthy for a pariah such as her.

you find that she sets down her cup, after no more than two sips. eula slips her gloves from her hands, tucking them into her sleeve, before extending her palm to you in wordless invitation.

it's soft, but firm as you take it. you can map every scar on her skin in your mind's eye, born of fumbles in her ascent to knighthood, her sisyphean struggle to be as the roil of waves: free, and unbridled. liberated from her guise, a pursuit of vengeance.

you brush your thumb over her knuckles, knowing the strength in them; these are the hands that have clawed their way out from the grave her ancestors dug for themselves, the hands that cleave a path towards a breeze-ful future. hands of a captain—the hands of the woman you love.

there's a twitch in her lip that you want to catch with your own, but she's already tugging you onto your feet.

"may i have this dance?" eula murmurs, bowing some. she has never been one to abide by her clan's customs, yet she shares the sanctity of her favoured past time with you. her favourite person.

and you laugh, because she doesn't need to ask, she never has to, because your answer would always be yes.

yes, of course i will.

yes, always.

her face colours, and you beam, radiant as the unsullied snow. you are her peace, and her trouble, and her quiet and her noise.

"yes, you may."

permission given, eula lets out a misting breath of relief, as if this wasn't already something she had done many times before with you. one step, and another, just to close the distance, lithe arm slipping around your waist to tug you flush against her, and your breath leaves you.

your clasped hands entwine, and eula brings them to her lips, soft petals brushing over your flesh. she has a way of that, stealing the air in your lungs, but you'd let her. every single time.

her lips trace the bone in your wrist, your inner forearm, through the sleeve of the coat she'd tucked you into before your hike through the snow. eula is cold but she's everything warm, the dawnlit sun and the duskfall's set; she kisses to your elbow, to your bicep, all touches reverent in every capacity. worshipful.

mondstadt's archon has never been her god, for you were the visage and her oath.

your eyelids flutter, your smile unbidden as eula finds her way to the curve of your shoulder, her breath warm against you. with a turn of the head, your nose brushes against her jaw, and you nestle into her, pressing a kiss of your own there, too.

"i thought you wanted to dance?" you murmur, soft with a hint of play, and she scoffs in your ear.

"that i did," eula exhales. "is this not our own?"

[roseredsnow]

How about a long awaited bus stop grafitti update?

Unfortunately the "trans rights are human rights" got a bit ruined by the rain and I forgot to bring a sharpie to go over the letters so may do that tomorrow quickly coming back from work.

"Disability rights now" Sunflower (that you can't actually read in this picture) had the petals improved because only half were done and its the one bit I can see driving past.

New additions

- MMIW2SP hand print (not done with my hand of course I'm not leaving obvious fingerprints)

- "Equity for all not privilege for some"

- The little six stripe pride flag beneath that.

Wanted to do the BLM fist by the hand print as well but forgot black paint.

I do want to tie it all togther at somepoint and make it more of a mural but don't have any solid design ideas.

[gl0wy-gh0st]

Posting about this because I need to post about this somewhere argshgvesgs

Basically I had the idea of Karo (Yellow Cat) trying to prove he is worthy to join the family to Narinder by trying to fish (Or vice versa, Narinder testing him on his fishing ability to see if he is "worthy") however he just fails in every single aspect the day basically ends with Karo drenched in water, with several bruises from some very angry salmon.

Bellow the cut is just a conversation I had about this idea with my partner

Do with this what you will 😭

[rcarx]

"any funny bloopers you can remember?"

Also the church scene! Kristina and I did not have the easiest time with this wire stunt 🙃 We thought we were falling each time and just burst out laughing out of complete panic - alba baptista (warrior nun q&a 20221127)

[murderousphoenix]

Lanceposting wednesday ONCE AGAIN

[hariboz]

chat we are SO back the creative juices are flowing

i love him

[avephelis]

announcement team i will be taking my regular "week off of social media" break again i need a detox. keep it freaky in my absence.

[inkyquince]

Commission: Remy’s Journal 

Content warning. Non to Dubcon, Cow TF, male reader, Remy is a cockslut and a liar even in his own diary. Based somewhat on this QKS. This was a kofi commission for @letstalktea! Thank you so much!

There was an in-joke around the estate that had become a universal law. Remy’s Journal was the one book in the entire town that was filled with the most detailed truth known to man or beast. Every new bull, every new cow, their measurements were taken and written down. How much milk they produced. How fat their tits were, how hefty their cock was. Everything down to each freckle, mole or scar. Wren always joked that you could play Guess Who with it and would win each time, just from how detailed it all was. 

Remy found all the whispers about his beloved notebook quite… Humorous. It earned a small, upwards flick of his lips but that was it. It was indeed the truth, that his written word was nothing but the truth. 

…

Entry 147.

The newest bull is very well endowed, with genitals that show great promise to provide cream. Sadly, the reason we have no samples in the cylinders that we send out to samplers to taste and rate, was because he was simply too worried to perform in front of me, but since it’s his first week, we’re instead going to give him time to become accustomed to his new life before seeing how much we can sample with the untrained bull. 

“You’re quite a pretty thing for a bull, aren’t you?” Remy murmured, low and throaty, excitement barely hidden in his voice. 

You could only moo, your thighs shaking in the strange contraption he had trapped you in. Your human brain could faintly remember when your class went on a field trip to a farm and you lagged behind to watch a poor cow-girl be trapped in a weird insemination cage and this… Big, hung guy walked behind her and started to press into her. You were quickly yanked away, but no one was here to save your poor eyes… Or your poor body now. 

His gloved hand was…. Was molesting you. The moment he saw you, there was some weird hunger in his eyes, something you saw from old perverts on the bus and one of your teachers, even your friend, but you were trapped. Trapped and transformed with a tail and ears and… And that monstrous thing between your legs, your cock having swelled to such a huge degree that it didn’t feel real, seeing it brushing your thighs. 

Remy was just slowly stroking it, staring as precum beaded at the slit, only tearing his eyes away to close them and to press his face into your balls, deeply inhaling your musk. It felt wrong, so fucking wrong. You had only masturbated from time to time, and now there was this… This pervert, sniffing your fucking cock while his own was tented against his riding trousers. 

The cylinders Remy had brought into the private section of the barn were abandoned on the table, the chart left askew and forgotten about. 

You’re only human. You do cum eventually… Which he greedily drinks down, his throat bobbing as he stuffs your cock down his throat, moaning softly into your skin. The wet sound of your swollen erection lodged in his mouth was making you moo pitifully, to which he just petted you, breathing over your neck, the smell of cum dizzying as his lips pressed against your ear. 

“You’re going to be my fucking star.” 

Entry 166

Bull 55 is still quite shy, despite all the time spent in the barn and all the personalised help I’ve been attempting to give him. He doesn’t seem comfortable with mounting the dummy, but has begun to favour human touch to milk him. Results of the amounts may be tarnished due to the Bull’s movements while orgasming. 

“C’mon,” Remy whispered against your ear, as you mooed pitifully, his finger squishing your balls tightly, fondling them like gems. “Fuck it slow, and steady.” 

He watches you uselessly hump the translucent dummy, precum dribbling as your cock was being squeezed tightly, almost strangled by the false “pussy”. You fucked awkwardly, like a virgin, something that made Remy’s stomach flip with excitement, eyes fixated on your poor throbbing balls before flitting to the sight of your stuck erection. The fat  of your hefty cock was practically tearing at the fleshlight, the seam beginning to split, spilling over the plastic. Remy could feel drool pooling on his tongue at the sight. 

Fuck, you were magnificent. 

“You’re going to be perfect for breeding and milking soon. Look at that.” Even with his admiring tone, he began to scowl at the thought of letting you mount just any cow in his barn. 

With a sigh at the irritating thought, he opened the valve in the stomach of the dummy, letting the precum that’s pooled safely inside of it, drip out into the cylinder he finally remembered to use. He was supposed to put it safely to the side but became transfixed by the sight of the mixture of precum and thick, warm cum inside of it. 

Almost hypnotised, he dipped his gloved fingers into it, swirling it around before tucking it into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction at the taste. Before he knew it, he had drunk down most of it, dragging his tongue over the cum painting his upper lip. Entry 176

I’m beginning to have doubts about how well Bull 55 will take to breeding. Extremely shy and seems to shy away from any cows. We might just have to keep him for milking but it’s such a shame that he can’t breed like he was meant to. It’s a wasted opportunity. 

“Fuck.” Remy moaned, loud enough for some of the other cows to twitch in their sleep and moo softly. 

He crammed his own fingers into his mouth, trying to muffle his sounds as he drools uselessly. Your cock was just… So good. Such a pent up bull, now desperately trying to fuck into his barely loosened ass. Your fat balls were smacking against his ass as you mooed helplessly, eyes rolled back as your cock was finally snug and tight in such a warm body. 

Remy has been edging you for days now, and watched you desperately nose at the thighs of some of the really pretty, soft, fluffy cow-girls who mooed eagerly and gave the all clear for you to mount, before you were roughly pulled off. 

All of the “breeding” sessions Remy had booked with you, just had the poor cow-girl trapped in one of the side pens as he played with your cock endlessly, sucking at your fat balls, licking at the beading precum, rubbing the shaft against his cheek so he could breath your musk in deeply. He refused to let you cum. Let you cry out and kick your feet in frustration as he let go of your cock and watched you attempt to buck your hips, with a whine. 

It was torture. The way the cow-girl obviously wanted to be mounted by you, pushing her nose against the gate of her penn, but Remy had become possessive over you. No one was allowed to touch you, even if you needed it. No one but him. 

It was utterly worth it. 

The way you rutted and rubbed against his ass the moment he got on his hands and knees, urging for you to be a good bull, a good bull who should finally get a taste of a hole. His wonderful virgin bull, after being trained to fuck sex doll and his hand, now ready to finally find bliss in your well earned orgasm. 

His knees ached as you rutted into your master, mooing wetly into his neck as Remy’s fucked open, exactly how he needs it. Fuck, he knew he was going to do this the moment he saw you. Pliable, hung bull, ready to be trained how to fucked until he can’t breath. He’s needed this for so long, and tasting your cum and letting you fuck his throat and hand has barely been tiding him over. 

Entry 200

Bull 55 has escaped, probably into the meadow, or into the moor. The men have searched along with the dogs but they have yet to find any trace of him. This is greatly disappointing, as well as poor timing, as Harper had come in the night before to hypnotise the bull into being able to mount and breed, since my reports have shown his wariness to do so. 

You were so fucking perfect, tucked into your little tartan blanket, fat cock dripping as Remy felt your cum dribble slowly from his fucked out hole. 

Remy had fully thrown out everything in his attic,which was connected to his master bedroom. He couldn’t take the chance of Harper succeeding in his mission to make you into a breeding bull. There would be no reason to keep you away from the cows then. So instead, you were only meant for his eyes, kept snug and warm in your little room. 

He gave a lazy smile, and leaned down to start slowly jacking your cock again, rousing you again from your nap. He was yet to feel fully sated, and he needs his favourite little bull boy to fix that. 

[cnblogue]

Au banc d’essai: Shea Moisture

J’ai reçu le shampooing et le revitalisant Hydratation quotidienne huile de coco vierge à 100% gratuitement pour essayer. Tout d’abord, ça doit faire 10 ans que je n’utilise plus de produits « de pharmacie » pour mes cheveux. Ça fait aussi 1 an et demi que j’utilise uniquement Monat, sauf quand je reçois un produit à tester comme c’est le cas présentement. Bien que ce sont des produits « de…

[xamaxenta]

im sorry this one is fucking killing me youre making me crazy here . sorry for blowing up your askbox but im going bonkers over this one xamaxenta. this one is still pg 13 but im having wicked wicked thoughts about jailbait ace i cant take this

marco doesnt realize hes down bad until its too late. luffys a sweet kid and ace is such a good brother trying to take care of him and give him a good life of course marcos gonna try to help. bringing them some leftovers is the least he can do. and then theyre so damn happy about it he says fuck it just come over for dinner. he likes aces attitude it reminds him a little of himself when he was younger and the brats a little cute anyone with eyes can admit that, so these 2 demons become a sort of semiregular part of his life and its... nice. he hasnt really felt like hes In the world since he got back even though its been years now, he never really felt like he was There; he always feels sort of detached, he hasnt really felt Present in his own life since he quit the military.

but suddenly theres this dumb kid and his dumber little brother and theyre so ALIVE they EXPLODE color wherever they go and marco finds himself being Himself again for the first time in a long time. he wants to make sure ace is fed and can fill out his frame a bit, because he definitely would if he could get enough food in him, he wants luffy to have new sneakers because he busted his old ones and runs around in ridiculous sandals, he wants to help ace with the housework and be there for him, he wants ace to be warm and well rested on something thats not a torn moldy mattress. but thats just... natural. of course he does.

its not until he looks down at ace whose fallen asleep leaned up against his arm and chest and the tv screen is turning his face blue, his mouth is just a little open and his eyelashes are so long, and marco hugs him a little tighter without even meaning to and ace wakes up. he opens his big sleepy brown eyes and looks up at marco from under those ridiculous eyelashes licks his pink lips and goes "mmmmnhh... marco?" grabbing onto the fabric of his sweatpants leg and marco comes to a series of rapid fire conclusions:

- he wants to fuck the jailbait

- if hes gonna fuck the jailbait hes at least going to take some god damn resposibility

- he is aces baby daddy now

I am incapacitated over this youre making ME crazy youre just coming in with the heavy hitters i have no further notes its all perfect its literally the timeline i envision for this au

Ace and Luffy get their basic human rights and needs addressed by Marco check

Luffy gets some shoes!!! Check

Ace has ridiculous eyelashes check

Ace is having an absolute heartattack constantly over Marco check

Marco likewise is having a tough time bc he cant take advantage of Ace bc of his vulnerable state so he nay as well provide security and take responsibility!!! Love it…

Hontoni arigatougozaimasu ITADAKIMASHDHFH my complementes to le schef

SCROUNGED UP THIS MEME TO SHOWCASE JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU….

(Theyre saying gimmie gimmie!!!)

[roseredsnow]

well end of an era but with an opportunity.

Just drove past my bus stop on the way to work and couldn't see the sunflower so I think they've replaced the panel.

Which while sad means a backup plan can cine to fruition. If they replace panels because of grafitti it means I can make then update the bus stops.

I didn't notice the rest but if the back panel is the same that's gonna be next and absolutely some on the ground where there's been a hole for ages.

Guess it's a good thing I have spray paint for cosplay stuff

Reblogged to show edit: Driving past today I noticed the windows look really clear so I think they've actually replaced the entire thing.

It just seems to be that one though not the one further up the road so plan continues there.

[trans-cuchulainn]

they should invent a gaeltacht that is easy and convenient for a disabled non-driver to travel to

[papsiguesss]

There is a thunderstorm outside. You know what that means

[sunpotent]

Aint had a haircut in like 3 years till now