…Because I missed Saturday. I saw some people doing thing and figured why not! These are all Kylux so heads up there~
Bleeding Out: (T, 1.1k, light angst with a happy ending) Baby’s first Kylux! A fill for a kyluxsoftkinks prompt. A scene on the shuttle after Starkiller’s destruction that involves near death experiences and fevered confessions.
Her Vanilla Perfume: (T, 1.3k, misunderstandings and miscommunication) As Ren begins to distance himself from Hux after a misunderstanding Hux jumps to wild conclusions.
Those Brown Eyes I Loved So Well: (E, 2.2k, angst with a not so happy ending) Based on a one of solohux’s (who I’ve not tagged cause I don’t want to bother them but if you don’t know their work check it out it’s great!) headcanon to do with Hux’s reaction to Ren returning to him with the yellow eyes of the Sith.
Something Borrowed: (E, 3.1k, Arranged Marriage) Snoke wildly misunderstands the concept of marriage and arranges a political marriage between his apprentice and the General. There’s nervousness, feelings, and smut.
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy: (E, 1.6k, Western AU) I originally wasn’t going to add this but what the hell. It’s cowboy porn. What more could you want?
Aaaand I think that’s enough! I know I still have a long way to go as a writer but I know I’ll get there one day! I hope you can enjoy what I’ve done so far!!
sure~ honestly i like coldatom, but also ray/mick/len’s dynamic as a whole is…Hurt, and god, I love it, but seriously, it is so painful???
Who said “I love you” first
Ray, it’s–it’s Ray, and Len just groans and huffs and sighs and makes a snide comment but then he realizes Ray’s serious and backpedals frantically like NO SORRY I LOVE YOU STOP CRYING OH GOD STOP??
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
Ray–Len doesn’t have a smartphone and Ray loves taking pictures of Len to save and brag about because he Loves Him
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Ray! and little heart doodles.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
Ray buys Len the fucking moon but Len buys him all the weird dollar store knockoff stuff and Ray cries he’s so happy with his gifts?? Len’s like…you don’t have to look so excited, it was a dollar and Ray’s like NOBODY EVER JUST BUYS ME THINGS I LOVE YOU
Who initiated the first kiss
Ray, definitely, but Len kept it going.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
Ray, because he’s a morning person and Len would spit on the sun if he could.
Who starts tickle fights
Len–he knows all the spots Ray’s ticklish in!
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Len, actually, because he’s worried Ray might not want to get that serious but surprise Ray’s throwing the door open time to shower together then get married Ray doesn’t do casual Len you know this
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
Len, and Ray thinks it’s so CHARMING
Felicity, tired: how did your asshole boyfriend get past the security system
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
Ray, because he was worried Len might think it was silly and over the top but he’s actually really touched!!
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Ray doesn’t want to hurt them and Len sees a spider and then has to go to space, so…the spiders are left alone.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
If you’re new to the Craft, here is some advice/tips for you ☺️
1) Study! Books, internet, other people. Never stop studying! Learning is essential in this practice!
2) Take every single thing you read with a “grain of salt” because you will hear different opinions on the same subject.
3) Follow and trust your intuition (your gut feeling) on everything…it’s mostly always right!
4) This is your craft, so make it yours! If a red candle doesn’t feel like the mainstream “love” representation to you (say you’re feeling money with it), then you make it that way! There is no rule saying your “tools” have to be represented in that specific order that others say/do.
5) Have yourself a Book of Shadows or Grimoire or Book of Mirrors! Here you will write down everything about your practice! Don’t like to write but love technology? Then make one on your computer! It’s the 21st century…things change!
6) You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone!
7) Communicate with other Witches/Wiccans/Pagans on social media! Not out of the broom closet yet? No fear! Make a separate account! It’s always great to be able to “talk” to others like yourself! This is also an opportunity to learn and grow in your practice.
8) Do not be afraid to ask another a question! Learn from more experienced Witches! But remember to make it your own!
9) Did I say study?!! Oh yes! Study…research…study…research! Never. Stop. Learning!!
10) Do not think that you need a ton of stuff for your practice. You may not have as much as another you’ve seen on YouTube, for instance. A lot of Witches use dollar store stuff! Great place! Especially if you’re still in the broom closet…put your essential items in a box/container (about the size you can put in your bag and carry with you) and hide it!
I hope this helps! Add to this list! They are just my top 10 that I felt were great advice to me when I was a newbie!
So I've recently been trying to step up my game in the shower/hygiene game (using shampoo that's specific for my hair, lotion for skin, better face wash, etc.) and at first I was tempted to just load up on dollar store stuff, but I was wondering if you knew of any brands that are better than generic stuff but don't cost an arm and a leg?
I’m going to level with you- for the past six months I have exclusively bought SheaMoisture’s hair and body products. I have very dry, thick hair and oily skin, so I have to be very particular about my shower choices.
That said, there was a time when I did survive on cheap-o body products, and this is what I spent my money on.
Alberto V05: There’s no getting around it- these smell incredible! If you have thick hair, use their moisture milk series (especially the passion fruit). If you have thinner hair, check out their tea escapes.
CVS: I absolutely love, love, love the CVS face mask line. They are so inexpensive and really work well. You can buy a sample mask for $2 and a whole tube for $4.
Old Spice: My boyfriend absolutely swears by their 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash. That’s $4 and all your bath needs satisfied.
Aussie: I used to live off this brand exclusively throughout high school. They have so many different types of shampoos and conditioners that all smell incredible. Buy whatever works for your hair type!
TRESemme: The nice thing about this brand is that their bottles last literally forever. Folks with thick hair- use this conditioner.
If You Can Afford It
SheaMoisture: My absolute favorite product line! Currently using this body wash, this shampoo, and this conditioner. Finally a company that understands curly hair.
Paul Mitchell: Both my boyfriend and I use Paul Mitchell products. I use a leave in conditioner, and he uses a styling cream. These products are $$$, but thankfully they last for several months.
Burt’s Bees: An option for you organic conscious folks! I have not used any of their bath products, but love their exfoliating wipes and their chapstick. My boss swears by their hair products and body washes.
Also… in case you thought I was kidding about SheaMoisture!
Yes hello I would like to literally B E G any and all deities, spirits, and powers who may be listening to bring me, like, a multi-million-dollar winning Lotto ticket because my heart is too soft and is S C R E A M I N G about only being able to signal boost Patreons and GoFundMes and the like instead of supporting them T__T
People kept tagging stuff like “HOWW??” and “wtf why not me??” in my last post on Tumblr, and… it’s really just practice.
So, here’s some old subway/metro sketches.These are from a few years ago actually lol
Keep a pen and sketchbook on you at all times, no eraser or pencil, and you’ll get better at freehand sketches. Force yourself to do it. Mess up? Sketch right beside it and try again. I bought the cheapest pen and sketchbook that I could find (dollar store stuff).Also, I’m that creepy girl staring at you and drawing on the subway. Lol
On the other hand, I’m going back to work tomorrow for the first time in about half a year so I might not post as much…but I dont post that frequently here anyways so…XD;;
There is a chain of stores here in Minnesota called Axe Man Surplus, and everything in the store is labeled like these antique road show memes. They sell a bunch of weird electronic parts and weird dollar store stuff but everything is labeled funny like…
jake dillinger is an amazing boy and i love him so dearly. hc that rich decks out jake's wheel chair with like crappy flame stickers from the dollar store and stuff like that. during the holiday season he strings lights and tinsel all over it too. and during pride month!! all the stuff they put on it!!
1. Backpacks/school supplies. Many businesses and churches take donations before school starts to help needy children have the supplies they need for school.
2. Clothes/kids clothes. I especially like lifting kids clothes because they’re smaller and tagged less often. My town has a donation center just for foster children. They’ve obviously been through something horrible so the least they can have are some cute new clothes.
3. Toiletries/feminine care products. This is pretty obvious. Drop them off at a homeless shelter or domestic violence shelter. I always make sure to get the cutest stuff I can, no cheap dollar store stuff.
4. Pet food. Large bags are easy to grab when you do your grocery walk out. Just toss it under the cart and walk out with it. Donate to local animal shelter.
5. Kids books/toys/games. Donate to shelter or save for Christmas and donate to a toy drive.
Feel free to add on. Also, always make sure to research the places you donate to. Many places are shady and who knows where your stuff will end up?
If you want quick, cheap, and radical commissions draw by an average student in America trying not to fail eleventh grade, then this is the place for you!
Rules about commissions are listed below!
Things I won’t draw:
~ Buildings/Architecture and vehicles ( I haven’t practiced enough for like, hardcore metal stuff and perspective angles yet.)
~ NSFW (I’ll draw butts, yet I’m like, seventeen…so I don’t wanna mess with the law or whatever. Plus peeners and guts are hard to draw, guys. Suggestive stuff is fine, but keep it PG-13 for now)
~ Hate art (Dude why would you spend five dollars on something mean to make someone feel bad in the first place, don’t ask me to do that, man)
~ Backgrounds (Once again, still learning. I still need practice in that area too, and I don’t want to disappoint you.)
Things I will draw:
~ Pretty much anything as long as I get a proper reference and as long as it doesn’t make me uncomfortable (I am allowed to deny a request though.)
EMAIL ME AT: firstname.lastname@example.org
Paypal payment only! Send me an email with your request and whether or not you have other preferences or questions. I am still in school, so I’ll try and draw them as quickly as I can with the time I have available.
One commission can have two characters total, any additional character is another $5! Once again, please provide references so it will make it easier for me to doodle them, then you’ll be all set!
Other Poor Folks dollar store/discount food stuffs.
A short list of stuff that is super handy to have in the house when you are poor. This is stuff we find at places like Big Lots a lot.
Clearance/dollar store spices
Boxes/bags of dry pasta
Bags of dry beans
Bags of rice
Dry mixes for soups, pizza dough etc.
Mac n cheese
Small/medium fake tupperware.
Powder coffee creamer.
Here’s the thing. When you keep stuff like pancake mix or bisquick on hand even if you are out of food/food stamps you have SOMETHING you can eat that you probably only need water and oil or butter for.
Our strategy especially for times when my partner (he is disabled) has a hard time getting out, is we have a lot of non perishables on hand. If you have say three packs of ramen on hand, you can go to the dollar store and get stuff to add in. Canned veg, tuna, eggs, whatever.
Also those zip loc bags, if you make rice put some in said bags to take to work the next day, or to have around to snack on, or to have for breakfast. Wash and reuse bags if you need to.
Things like dollar store mac n cheese are super easy to church up and make taste good. Add in some powdered creamer if you don’t have milk, add bacon bits, add tuna, add left over packets of parmesan cheese from when you got pizza. Use the spices you got on sale or at the dollar store.
This isn’t a cooking skill as much as it is, hey this smells good and I think it would taste good lemme throw it in.
Make biscuits together or pancakes for dinner.
Need to feed three people and only have one can of soup?
Make rice to go with it, make biscuits, make toast. Add ramen noodles.
This is survival eating folks. This is how you eat stuff that tastes reasonably good when you only have 3 dollars to spend on food for a few days.
ALSO important if you have friends who are also poor, go in on stuff together. Pool your money or ebt and buy big bags of pasta, big bags of cheese, six pounds of meat. Check sales papers, go in when you and your friends have money and a lot of stuff is buy one get one.
Imagine Bucky buying all the Captain America merchandise. And even though the Avengers assume he's doing it ironically he really just can't help but think pre-serum Steve would have gotten a kick out of this junk. I mean they've have his face just right and everything.
“This is getting out of hand,” Sam announces.
Bucky looks up from where he’s arranging his new Captain America salt and pepper shakers on the little shelf over the oven and grins. “You’re just jealous because we’re not furnishing the apartment with your face.”
Sam crosses his arms, indignant. “The hell I am. If you tried to stick my face everywhere I’d kick you out, Steve or no Steve.”
“Like you could resist his puppy eyes.” Bucky finally seems satisfied with the placement of the frankly garish shakers and lets them be, sidling over to Sam to lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek. Sam remains unmoved.
“Seriously, though, why?” There’s a plaintive note creeping into his voice- probably from Bucky’s continued refusal to stick to his scheme of decorating the apartment in a manner befitting the three adult men who live there. “You can’t possibly like that shit. And even if you did, don’t we get enough of it out there?” He waves his hand at the window, though he means more than just the slice of Brooklyn visible through the open blinds- the whole world knows them, it seems sometimes, but only as Captain America and Falcon and the Winter Soldier. He wants a place to be Steve and Sam and Bucky for once.
Bucky watches his face for a minute, probably following his thoughts fairly accurately on it. “It reminds me of the old Steve,” he explains, serious now that he can tell Sam is. “Little Steve. It woulda driven him nuts, but he woulda secretly loved it, too. Everyone knows his face- even the shitty dollar store stuff looks just like him.”
For all that they’re happy now, for all the amazing recovery Bucky’s made and the way the three of them fit together like a glued-together vase, chipped but whole… Steve still does things sometimes, consciously or not, that Sam knows are his way of searching for some part of the old Bucky. He just hadn’t realized until now that Bucky does the same thing, reaching unconsciously for the old friend he barely remembers inside the lover with the same face and the world’s weight on shoulders now strong enough to bear it.
“Does it bother you?” Bucky asks curiously. “I can put them away.”
Knowing he’s beat, Sam shakes his head ruefully. “They’re fine.” He pauses. “I saw a Falcon throw pillow at Target the other day,” he says thoughtfully.
Bucky’s laughter tells him that some small sacrifices are well worth making.
A majority of her clothes are already at his place, so most of the boxes they employed Callen and Sam to help load and unload consist of bedding, books, movies, and her sentimental junk he has no idea where they’re going to put. A borderline creepy baby doll she informed him was named Pete, jelly bracelets, the shell from the first bullet she fired, a tiny stuffed tiger he got her from the dollar store as a joke, stuff like that. Most people cherish treasure chests and old cards. Not Kensi. (He really shouldn’t be surprised.)
She’s upstairs taking a shower, probably trying to wash away some of the tension from the day. Jack had been an unexpected surprise. And not really a welcome one. Deeks hopes he stays away for good this time.
It’s not that he doesn’t like Jack. (Then again, it’s not like he likes him, either.) A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, he gets that, but what type of man abandons their committed fiancée on Christmas? What type of man leaves an amazing woman behind for a foreign country and starts a new family without exhibiting any remorse, knowing that all the while she probably thinks he’s dead and blames herself?
Not much of a man, that’s what he is, Deeks has figured. Mostly, he thinks Jack’s selfish. It takes an egotistical man to do what Jack did to Kensi. He was only concerned with his own agenda and not that of the heartbroken woman he abandoned for another world. He was able to disregard Kensi like she was invalid, break her heart without apology. Deeks has seen the way he hurt her, the way she cried in that interrogation room years ago, the way she broke down that very night, with a quiet, “I’m sorry,” before she retreated to the shower.
A box toppling down from the stack he’s rifling through almost knocks him right in the head, breaking him out of his thoughts. On the side, the word “trash” written in red and scribbled out with a black marker stretches sideways, slanting slightly in what is unmistakably his girlfriend’s scrawl. He moves on from the box of junk he’s sifting through to start the process of digging into the one that nearly crashed into him, because he figures it almost concussing him was a sign, or something.
He picks it up off of the side it fell on, sitting it upright and peeling back the untaped cardboard folds. It’s light, and he discovers the reasoning behind the weight when he finishes opening it. It’s mostly styrofoam peanuts and wadded tissue paper, but there’s also a stack of opened envelopes, some torn down the middle, a small picture album, and a smaller velvet box. He knows what those types of boxes contain, he has one himself, sitting in the bottom drawer of his desk at work, where she never looks. He opens it even though he knows what’s inside, mostly because he’s curious to see if Jack picked out a ring similar to the one that he got her.
But the box is empty. He imagines Kensi going at the symbol of her engagement with a sledgehammer, or maybe tossing it into an acid bath. That makes him smile a little. He flips the palm-sized container closed again, letting it drop into the puddle of packaging peanuts. He goes for the album next, because he hasn’t seen any pictures during the moving process with the exception of a few old ones of her dad. We need to take more pictures, he thinks absently, and turns the cover page.
There’s only three pictures in the entire album. One of Kensi with her arms around Jack, probably for an engagement photoshoot. Another of him in uniform, kissing her at what looks to be an airport. But the last one takes his breath away.
It has a page of its own, and it’s a big picture of professional quality. Her smile is captured in high definition, as is the white gown she has on. The picture was snapped when she had her hand clasped over her eyes, awaiting the big reveal of looking in the mirror and seeing herself as a Mrs. for the first time. It’s a stunning picture of a beautiful bride that never was. "Woah,“ he finds himself murmuring aloud as he traces the lace on the trail of the dress, following the contours of the silken fabric up to her face, which is radiant and young-looking. So like his Kensi, so unlike his Kensi. This specific version of Kensi has only ever appeared in his dreams.
He doesn’t bother hiding the album when he hears feet padding down the stairs. She’s wearing his LAPD t-shirt and nothing else, from what he can tell. Maybe a thong. Either way, it’s a good look for her. "Hey, you okay?” she asks, unaware of what’s open in front of him yet. "I heard a crash.“
“No, yeah, um…” He looks down at the album in his lap, and she directs her attention to what he’s holding for the first time. "This box fell from the pile, so I started to go through it.“
She sits down next to him, looking at the picture resting in front of him. "I wanted to trash it.”
“No, I get it.” He doesn’t think she’s trying to hold onto her past by saving this stuff, or anything like that. These are the only traces he’s ever seen of Jack in Kensi’s belongings, and he can understand why she wouldn’t want to part with the picture he’s looking down at. "It looks good on you,“ he tells her. She knows what he’s referring to.
“Really, Kens. Maybe we can get you another one soon?”
She knows that they’re too far into their relationship for her to get weird when he mentions things like marriage, but old habits die hard. The last experience she had with The Big M didn’t go too well. She shakes her head to clear away the thoughts regarding commitment that the old her used to despair over all the time. Here and now, she loves Deeks. And if she decides that marriage isn’t right for her, then she’s sure he’ll respect that. "Let’s see how this living together thing works out for us first.“ She smiles at him, a sad sort of smile, and closes the album, putting it back in the box to be sorted later.
She wraps her arms around his back, kissing the corner of his mouth, allowing herself to sway against his steady torso. His voice is tinged with humor and honest curiosity when he asks a moment later, “What did you do with the ring?”
“Taped it to a railroad track.”
He laughs. Of course she did. "Of course you did.“
She pats his shoulder, standing up and offering her hand. "Bed,” she says, and he intertwines her extended fingers with his as he rises to his feet.
“Sounds good, Princess.”
She stops leading him up the stairs halfway to their bedroom, turning around to face his chest. She’s standing on the step ahead of him, so when she wraps her arms around him, his head fits into the crook of her neck. "Thank you. For everything you did today.“
“I didn’t really do anything.”
“You were there. You’re here now.” She kisses his head, holding him tighter. "And that means the world to me, Deeks.“