Nivea Kids Protect and Sensitive Sun Lotion with SPF 50+/PA+++ ($)
La Roche-Posay Anthelios SPF 50 Smoothing Optical BLUR UNIFYING ($$)
IOPE UV Shield Sun Multi Fluid SPF 50+/PA+++ ($$, and it’s 100ml)
This is not an exhaustive list, as there are likely tons of sunscreens out there that I don’t know of that meet my standards. You may also find that you like a sunscreen from a category outside of your skin type. Feel free to experiment. I will be updating this list if I come across any new sunscreens that meet my criteria.
POC may want to stick with chemical-only formulas, to avoid white-cast.
Full disclosure: I have not personally used every sunscreen on this list. I compiled this list from ingredients lists and user reviews. I place an (*) before the one’s I’ve tried.
Abe, me, Jesus, some other people: “ Was this salty ass bitch named Enoch, never really liked Enoch, fuck Enoch. Him and his ugly ass dolls he never got any damn sleep, the little fucker. Liked pickin’ on the little kids, too. Ugly ass creep he was. Fuck him.”
RICHIE GETTING HIS WISDOM TEETH OUT AND ADMITTING HIS FEELING TO EDDIE WHILE HIGH ON ANESTHESIA
I honestly have no idea what’s happening with this🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
When Richie woke up, his head was light, his vision was blurry and his body felt heavy. A hand grabbed his clammy one and sparks of feeling travelled up his arms, electrocuting his senses and making his hairs stand up on end.
His face hurt but the pain was dull. There was a buzzing sound in his ears and a rumble to ground beneath him. More sparks travelled from his forehead where fingers dragged his black hair from his eyes.
“Richie,” a familiar voice said, the voice belonging to the hands, and suddenly his heart was soaring and every part of him was as light as a feather.
“Ed’s!” He cried out, his mouth stretching as far into a smile as the cotton in his mouth would allow. His vision was crystal clear as he looked into Eddie’s brown eyes which seemed to always be shining as if they had their own personal sun within them. “Eddie Spaghetti, where the fuck are we?”
“We’re in the backseat of Ben’s car,” Eddie whispered, pointing to the front seat where Ben and Bill both sat.
“How’s it going back there, Trashmouth?” Ben called, his eyes piercing Richie’s through the rear view mirror.
“It’s going swell, Haystack,” Richie said, still smiling, his eyes wide behind his thickly rimmed glasses.
“H-how’s the p-pain, Rich?” Bill asked.
“What pain?” Richie asked, looking around the back seat as if pain was something that appeared within the air.
Eddie’s hands were still on him, one holding his hand and the other carding through his hair. “The dentist gave you some pretty heavy painkillers to take. You’re probably gonna want to-”
“Ed’s, the only painkillers I need are the natural ones that come with a cheap hotel room and me being seven inches deep in your mom.” Richie slammed the sides of his hands on either side of his crotch, including the one still holding Eddie’s.
Eddie rolled his eyes but a smile played at his lips, “God, I should’ve known that all hyped up on drugs you would still be obsessed with fucking my mother.”
Richie laughed, though it wasn’t his normal full laugh, this laugh seemed as though it was cut out of cardboard. “Eddie, man, I am so fucking in love with you.”
Bill and Ben both visibly stiffened in the front seat. Looking at each other with wide eyes and a cringed smile pulling at their lips. Richie, it’s going to go fine.
Y-yeah, Rich, you g-g-got nothing t-to worry ab-bout.
Jesus, just don’t let me say anything stupid. Promise me.
More stupid than usual?
We p-promise, R-Richie.
“What?” Eddie whispered, his smile had faded entirely and his shining eyes were watering while looking at the drugged boy beside him.
“I love you,” Richie said softly, “I love you with every fibre of my being, Eddie Kaspbrak. I’m never gonna stop loving you.”
My eyes fluttered open, startled awake by the soft light floating in through the windows and a heavy arm pulling me closer to a hard chest. I sighed, nuzzling into the bicep he had propped under my head. My hand slid down his arm, brushing my fingertips softly across the veins of his forearm to link my hand in his. As I started to lull back to sleep for a bit longer, Steve sighed into my hair, sitting up slowly.
“Nooo,” I groaned, not letting go of his hand. “Just a little bit longer,” I begged, pulling him back to my back.
“Babe, we have to go. We have a full schedule today and a mission to plan with the team still.” I groaned. He was always the responsible one.
I’m not feeling how they are doing this “we can’t kill” sudden change of heart to Jesus when Rick/Maggie & Co. created a set plan to take out the Saviors in order to bring down their numbers. They did the exact same thing to Carol in s6 when she went from a merciless killer to someone who cried at the mere thought of murder, making her running away the reason Glenn, Michonne, Daryl, and Rosita to get caught by the Saviors.