#weak nails

[body-fitness]

Pro Nail Complex: A Natural Solution for Stronger, Healthier Nails

Having struggled with weak, brittle nails for years, I was constantly frustrated with chipped manicures and hangnails. I tried countless products – fortifying polishes, strengthening treatments, even soaking my nails in olive oil – but nothing seemed to make a lasting difference. Then, I discovered ProNail Complex, and let me tell you, it's been a game-changer!

A Simple Addition to My Routine

ProNail Complex comes in a convenient dropper bottle, making it easy to incorporate into my daily routine. The formula itself is a blend of natural oils, including sweet almond oil, flaxseed oil, and aloe vera. It has a light, pleasant scent and absorbs quickly into my nails and cuticles.

The best part? Using ProNail Complex is incredibly simple. I simply apply a few drops to each nail and cuticle twice a day, after showering and before bed. It takes just seconds, and it fits seamlessly into my existing beauty regimen.

Visible Results in Just Weeks

I started noticing a difference in my nails within a few weeks of using ProNail Complex. They felt noticeably stronger and less prone to breakage. My cuticles, which were often dry and cracked, became softer and more hydrated.

The improvements weren't just about how my nails felt, either. They also started to look healthier. The white tips grew in clearer and smoother, and my nails overall had a healthy shine. I finally felt confident enough to wear my nails bare or with just a clear coat, something I hadn't dared to do in years.

Long-Lasting Benefits and Peace of Mind

It's been several months since I started using ProNail Complex, and the benefits are still going strong. My nails are consistently strong, healthy, and able to grow longer without breaking. I no longer have to worry about chipped manicures or painful hangnails.

ProNail Complex has not only improved the appearance of my nails, but it's also given me peace of mind. I know that I'm nourishing my nails from the inside out with a natural product. Plus, the fact that it's so easy to use makes it a no-brainer for anyone looking to improve their nail health.

A Highly Recommended Investment

If you're struggling with weak, brittle nails, I highly recommend giving ProNail Complex a try. It's a fantastic, all-natural solution that has delivered real results for me. The convenience, affordability, and most importantly, the effectiveness make it an investment that's definitely worth it. My nails have never looked or felt better, and I'm so happy to have finally found a product that works! tunesharemore_vert

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My life is changed now 😊

[health-supplyment]

ProNail Complex: My Secret Weapon for Stronger, Healthier Nails

For years, I struggled with weak, brittle nails that chipped and peeled easily. No matter what I tried – strengthening polishes, regular manicures, even soaking them in olive oil – nothing seemed to make a lasting difference. I felt self-conscious about my nails, constantly hiding them or opting for short, unpolished styles.

Then, I discovered ProNail Complex, and let me tell you, it's been a game-changer! This natural supplement has completely transformed the health and appearance of my nails.

Powerful, Natural Ingredients ProNail Complex boasts a unique blend of natural ingredients known for their beneficial properties for nails and skin. Clove bud oil, a key component, has well-documented antifungal properties, which is fantastic for tackling any underlying fungal issues that might be contributing to weak nails.

The formula also includes lavender oil, known for its soothing and calming effects, perfect for reducing inflammation and irritation around the cuticles. Additionally, ProNail Complex is packed with essential vitamins and minerals, like biotin, which plays a crucial role in healthy nail growth.

Visible Results You Can Feel Since incorporating ProNail Complex into my daily routine, I've noticed a significant improvement in the strength and texture of my nails. They're no longer breaking and chipping every other day! My nails are visibly healthier, with a natural shine that I haven't seen in years.

The best part? ProNail Complex works from the inside out. By nourishing my nails with the essential vitamins and minerals they crave, I'm not just masking the problem – I'm addressing it at the root cause.

Simple and Effective Routine One of the things I love most about ProNail Complex is how easy it is to integrate into my daily routine. The capsules are small and odourless, and I simply take them with a glass of water. There's no messy topical application or complicated steps to follow.

ProNail Complex has become an essential part of my self-care regimen. It's a small but powerful addition that's made a big difference in my confidence.

More Than Just Beautiful Nails While I'm thrilled with the visible improvement in my nails, the benefits of ProNail Complex extend far beyond aesthetics. Knowing that I'm providing my nails with the nutrients they need to be healthy and strong gives me peace of mind.

Plus, the formula's focus on natural ingredients makes me feel good about what I'm putting into my body.

Overall, ProNail Complex has been a revelation for me. It's a safe, effective, and convenient way to achieve strong, healthy nails that you can be proud of. If you're struggling with weak or damaged nails, I highly recommend giving ProNail Complex a try!

[justnadiene]

BIAB Nails: The Nail Solution for Busy People

A modern-day person is always on the go, juggling work, home, and family life. Amidst all the chaos, taking care of yourself can be a challenge. And when it comes to pampering yourself with a manicure, it’s impossible to spend hours at the salon (believe me, I’ve tried). Luckily, a solution will give you salon-worthy nails in no time – BIAB Nails. If you haven’t heard of it before, don’t worry; I…

[lilleluv]

8 Common Signs You’re Deficient in Vitamins

Vitamins and minerals are essential nutrients that our bodies need in order to function properly. However, it is not uncommon for individuals to experience deficiencies in certain vitamins and minerals, which can lead to a variety of health problems. Here, we will discuss 8 common signs of vitamin and mineral deficiencies, as well as ways to address them. Fatigue: A deficiency in iron, vitamin…

[robobee]

got beseiged by demons and edited this mac conner illustration to be jordeclan

[heartsinsync]

maitreyi + jaren s4 press moments that make me want to scream cry throw up

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

M-Machine... I... I don't-I-sorry I haven't done VR before.

Oh wow, moving is really... Mm. No no I'm okay.

Uh, just have to get used to it heh. *clears throat* God.

It's just-it moves so fast *insert throwing up noises here*

I'm done.

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[hitlikehammers]

'who did this to you?' established Steddie, post-S4 🖤💙💜

The bruising’s stark, like footprints on new-fallen snow punished through to the long-dead grass. It draws the eye, insistent; screams to be seen:

“Who did this to you?”

Steve’s eyes are bright, voice low even as he delicately moves Eddie’s stretched-low collar to follow the line of broken vessels near the surface, a few stray snags of already rusty red, lines that follow the trails of mottled purple-blue. Steve smoothes barely a touch from the pad of his thumb just below the marks to trace them where they color neck to chin, up to the silver-light scarring on his face.

And honestly: it’s a ritual almost, now. But, like, it’s so different from how it used to be. Or even how it was before that, before them at all.

Before things ever ended like this.

“Names, babydoll,” Steve coaxes, but demands all the same; he’s learned over time not to bring the full weight of his steel to the fore in every moment—the resolute promise in his bones to protect Eddie at all costs doesn’t disappear, maybe does the opposite even, maybe just grows strong as what they have has grown, too; but it doesn’t burn so bright when it’s expressed in Eddie’s vicinity. Maybe to spare him.

Maybe as a strategic move on Steve’s part, who’s maybe finally learned that if he’s going to go beat the shit out of anyone, he should one-hundred-percent not let his boyfriend or his platonic soulmate—or also Wayne—about it in advance. So:

“Sweetness,” he nuzzles carefully, where Eddie’s skin’s not water-colored in burst-blood; “give me names.”

“Mmm,” Eddie hums, so easily softened and lulled by Steve’s careful adoration, the way he rubs his nose, his cheek against Eddie and just breathes—it carries Eddie into a soft, comfortable space always, no matter what’s happened; no matter what’s been done.

“Don’t have to,” Eddie sighs out, kinda pathetically desperate in how he leans into Steve’s…just Steve. Steve-Steve-Steve. So he just kinda sighs, because…Steve.

“You know damn well who it was.”

“Don’t play coy,” Steve warns, though its airy, diaphanous, even though Steve doesn’t stop for a second from nuzzling into Eddie’s skin; even but Eddie knows better than to entangle Steve’s softness for Eddie with his broader intentions, the heat behind his words, and the ultimate question:

“Who,” and Steve’s breathe so hot, so close to Eddie’s ear as he whispers, sends fucking shivers down Eddie’s spine; “did this,” and then he’s leaning to run his mouth back along the bruising, the damning trail of damage: “to you?”

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, can’t help but crane his neck to Steve’s careful attention, almost cataloging of the dark splotching, and Eddie can’t help it, it’s not like it even hurts, not really, Eddie knows hurting—

He’s not weird if he kinda feels like most hurting’s worth the high of Steve’s tender care like this, the buzzing flame-like licking across his skin.

Steve doesn’t even make contact with where it could even possibly sting, but fuck if it doesn’t make Eddie light up wild from the pit of his belly.

And fuck if Steve doesn’t know it.

“Mmm-nope,” Steve pulls himself back when Eddie’s reckless, lets out a full-ass fucking moan. “No distracting me,” Steve bites with a glare before he catches Eddie’s gaze and looks down pointedly, points so only the whisper of his touch follows the trail:

“Who did this,” and Eddie is weak, he’s weak because he shivers and when Steve draws his barely-a-touch back, away, he whines. Fuck, yes: he whines, Jesus.

Weak, you understand?

Also, if you don’t understand: fuck you. Eddie would like to see anyone—man, woman, or otherwise—do any better.

“You know,” Eddie keeps with the whining, Jesus fuck, seriously: “I said”

“I think mostly you’ve made noises.”

“Steve,” Eddie…does not break his whining streak. He’s tight in his thighs, and it’s not…he’s gonna need to address that soon.

He’s gonna need someone to address that for him, really.

“Hmm?” Steve leans in, and for the first time he does touch the bruises, tastes them on the flat of his tongue with barely any pressure like he’s collecting evidence, searing proof into his own flesh.

“What’s that now?”

“Steve.”

And he tilts his head at his name, which is less of a whine now—win—but breathy as fuck, still. It’s a process.

“Who did this to you, baby?” Steve asks, eyes wide, innocent and encouraging now as he pulls back and buries his hands in Eddie’s mess of curls, massages as his temples, his scalp.

Fucking dirty pool, right there.

“Steve,” Eddie bites out. Like literally bites his tongue as his head tips back, inescapable for the perfect circles being traced across his head; “Harrington.”

And yes: soon as he gets the words out, the name in full, he stops fighting how just Steve Harrington’s hands are deciding to undo him, this time.

“Hmm, sounds familiar,” Steve hums a little, clicks his tongue and bites a bit at his lip; “but you say it so soft, sweetheart, like maybe you’re hesitant or somethin’,” Steve shakes his head, and tips Eddie’s face toward him a little more full-on, thumb on Eddie’s subtly swollen lower lip:

“Are you one-hundred-percent sure?”

“Absotively posolutely,” Eddie enunciates carefully, never breaking eye contact as he lets his tongue flick out to Steve’s touch and watches those pupils dilate quick to drown that hazel gaze.

“No doubt in your mind?” Steve pushes, relentless, but leans in, leans to breath open mouthed against each bruise:

“Only one,” Eddie sighs, and maybe it sounds frustrated, over the interrogating but hell if he can be over any single goddamn thing about this man.

And it’s the truth. There’s no evidence but Eddie knows Steve leaves his trusty bat at a different angle against the wall the days after Eddie so much as mentions being hassled, or only just slipping the asshats looking to resurrect Jason’s pursuit—the coincidence of every single threat disappearing, suddenly keeping the eyes on the ground if they pass Eddie by, changing course overnight when the bat shifts ever so slightly?

Eddie’d be more concerned, if there was ever any real damage to Steve in response, but in reality he only ever went to put the fear of god in those assholes, he swears he’s never even let a single one of them move quick enough to even try to pull anything on him in return, and well.

Hop doesn’t condone it but he never works too hard to find evidence, and Steve never does anything the technically breaks any obvious laws, so. Eddie thinks it’s Hopper’s way of showing he cares.

But then there’s…this.

There are mornings, like this, when Eddie wakes with bruises around his neck like a chain, a heavy one in the center of his chest like a pendant, little red dashes here and there, barely visible but particular points of interest for Steve when he wakes Eddie up with gentle but unceasing kisses where the bruising doesn’t survive the night so bright, so tender, sucks the blood back up to Eddie lips and leaves them gorgeously numb before he inspect the purple marks: perfectly shaped to his lips.

The tiny red marks perfectly lined to ?i>his teeth.

All of them sucked and nipped so sweet, never hard enough to mark for force but only through persistence, dedication, painted with the single-minded kind of worship Eddie never even considered having focused on him.

So it’s kind of a wondering way that he reaches, reaches out and thumbs Steve lip in return, marveling a little when he tilts his head and takes Steve in for a breath, just basks in him:

“Only one man alive allowed to mark me up,” Eddie whispers, and there’s love in every syllable. Even that’s not really enough but.

They both know.

And Steve’s grin curve slow and satisfied, leaning in to presses his lips, open-mouthed to Eddie’s that he’d already kissed plump as he woke, long before the breaking light through the windows now, catching in Steve’s gaze, had dared fort with the horizon line; he leans right there and breathes hot into Eddie’s mouth:

“Damn fucking straight.”

For @cranberrymoons, who requested the quote 'Who did this to you?' at my HOBBIT-STYLE BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST

✨permanent tag list: OPEN (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson @estrellami-1 @bookworm0690 @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @nerdyglassescheeseychick @swimmingbirdrunningrock @goodolefashionedloverboi @sanctumdemunson @theheadlessphilosopher

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[frnkiebby]

i am legitimately going to sob~🎃

[wasabidottie]

nail polish (Jschlatt)

Summery: you convince schlatt to let you paint his nails

A/n: this is purely self indulgent. im literally obsessed with men w/ painted nails. and all the guys i know irl won't let me paint their nails.

Schlatt sat on the couch, his arms crossed and a scowl firmly etched on his face. He had never been one for nail polish, and the very idea of letting someone paint his nails felt like a ridiculous notion. However, he couldn't deny the earnestness in your eyes as you stood before him with a small bottle of nail polish in hand.

"Come on, Jay, just this once," you pleaded, your voice laced with a hint of excitement.

He sighed, reluctantly uncrossing his arms. "Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy this."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his grumpy response. "I promise I'll make it quick and painless."

With a resigned nod, Schlatt extended his hand toward you. You grinned, carefully selecting a shade of deep crimson that you knew would look striking against his skin. As you began to paint his nails, Schlatt couldn't help but squirm and fidget, his initial discomfort evident.

"Stay still," you admonished gently, your concentration unwavering.

He huffed in response but did his best to comply. As the first nail was painted, he glanced down at the vibrant red hue that now adorned it. He had to admit, it looked better than he had expected.

You continued to work in silence, your touch gentle and precise. Schlatt couldn't help but watch your focused expression, the way your eyes sparkled with an intensity that matched the color on his nails.

As you finished the last nail, you held up his hand, admiring your handiwork. "There, all done."

Schlatt examined his newly painted nails, a mix of astonishment and amusement playing on his face. "Well, I'll be damned. It actually looks... kinda good."

You laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "See, Schlatt? Sometimes trying something new can be fun."

He grumbled but didn't resist the affectionate gesture. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Toots."

A few days later Schlatt was in the middle of a livestream, his usual brash personality on full display as he ranted about something unimportant. He'd almost forgotten about his painted nails, caught up in the fervor of his monologue, until he glanced down at his hands and saw the crimson polish glinting under the studio lights.

"Oh, son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath, a flash of embarrassment briefly coloring his cheeks.

But Schlatt was no stranger to internet fame, and he certainly didn't tend to give a damn about what other people thought of him. He straightened his posture, his usual brash personality shining through as he leaned into the camera.

"Alright, chat, let's get this shit show started," he announced, ignoring the inevitable flurry of comments about his nails.

The chat was relentless, filled with playful taunts and jokes about his unexpected manicure. Schlatt couldn't help but roll his eyes, his irritation evident, but his signature smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, you idiots," he grumbled, holding his hands up to the camera. "You think I give a damn about what color my nails are?"

The chat exploded with laughter, and Schlatt couldn't resist a smirk. He might have been a little embarrassed at first, but he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. If anything, he was more than willing to lean into the absurdity of the situation.

With a sly grin, he lifted his middle finger, flashing it at the camera. "There, satisfied?"

The chat once again breaks into an uproar, "Y'know, I'll keep these nails," he declared, a wicked glint in his eye, "just to piss you off."

[lotuslate]

at any point in a day, in the middle of a week, at any moment,,, these parts are ALWAYS always in my head

wwx your little moments of unhinged and brutal rationality make me go insane and are, in my opinion, peak moments of the entire book

[fauvester]

cannot STRESS how much i love your svsss demon prince oc. his hair... the cunty clothes... the coloring on his eyes and fingers and lips.... ohhh goddd

demon SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[what-did-u-throw-this-time]

THE DRAGON

[halffizzbin]

Today’s sad fact is I actually DID finish learning the modified Center Stage dance I was working on, but now I can’t show anyone because I’m still like months of conditioning away from being able to get through it full speed without hyperventilating and dying. But conditioning is so fucking boring!! So it’s simply not going to happen!!!!

[illmoraineakoi]

What if the Pale King locked himself away in the Dream Realm to recreate what he did to the Hollow Knight? After the Vessel leaked and he realized that it most likely had capability enough to suffer, but far far too late to even hope to do anything to fix it. He was beyond the point of no return, there was nothing he could do to undo the Sealing. And even if he could, there were no other options that he could think of of what to do about the Blazing Light.

He had no choice but to keep the Vessel sealed. No choice but to watch his kingdom crumble. There was nothing he could do.

Nothing, but to seal himself away in a self-imposed punishment in the exact same way he imparted onto his only (known) living child.

A weak attempt to impose the same agony onto himself as he forced onto them.

And should the people of his kingdom stop worshiping him and forget he exists, dwindling his power and life to a pathetic end?

Well...

Perhaps that might've been for the best.

[letssofia3006]

You know what’s even better than waking up with a certain someone absolutely annihilating your notifications with likes? When they escalate to a full-blown reblog spree.