it's compromise

  • Suho: you make compromises for me?
  • Sehun: ...yes
  • Suho: on this earth? in this life?
  • Sehun: Just yesterday at lunch you had a piece of lettuce stuck in your teeth
  • Sehun: I compromised and didn't say anything
  • Sehun: see? I compromised

Marie’s Wardrobe by Tsuruta Architects

An impressive large staircase in a turn of the 20th century house made the circulation generous, light and airy, but its dominance compromised the entire layout. The challenge was to replace this once favoured staircase, enhancing this previous spacious quality whilst accommodating 5 bedrooms with two separate kitchens and livings /dinings.


A couple of people have asked me to do the ‘draw x character in your wardrobe’ thing, so here’s Bucky in what I’m wearing: black sports bra and chiffon shirt, cropped black jacket (which I drew shorter on Bucky because he’s hecka tall) black studded belt, weird skinny jeans which my brothers refer to as ‘the star wars pants’, and the heeled boots I wear all the time. I’m not actually wearing fingerless gloves, that’s just Bucky. 

Luckily for Bucky, my entire wardrobe is shades of red and black. 

I left you guys a lineart version just because.

-Mod Hell

Shaving 101: ultimate guide for extra sensitive skin.

Ladies gather up. For years I’ve suffered from ultra sensitive skin especially around my bikini area and inner thighs. I know a lot of you deal with the same problems so I’m making a very extensive post about NATURAL and SKIN FRIENDLY ways to combat these issues as well as share my personal shaving routine.


I’ve seen many posts online about girls that use alcohol as a toner, or apply cream deodorant and Nivea aftershave balm to prevent razor bumps. While these products will help alleviate the symptoms they will harm your skin in the long run. So stay away!

In my experience there are two types of problems:

Immediate: these appear during or directly after shaving. (Pain during shaving, cuts, irritation)

Post shave: these appear hours or days after shaving (irritation, bumps, ingrown hairs)

So let’s take it from the start.

Baths and soaks: now this is not a totally necessary step but soaking in warm water prior to shaving will help soften both the skin and the hair and provide a more pleasant experience.

Avoid using any body wash or bubble bath as it will disturb your ph levels and is especially unhealthy for your vagina.
Prefer ingredients like salts(detoxifies, provides minerals), baking soda(detoxifies), apple cider vinegar (balances ph), herbs & teas (soften skin, smooth, hydrate, calm and so on), milk (hydrates skin, mildly exfoliates, softens), honey (hydrates, softens)

Exfoliation: this is an essential step if you suffer from ingrown hair and additionally helps give a closer shave.

You have a few different options. You can either use a glove/loofah/mitt/sponge or a scrub

Again avoid commercial scrubs as the chemicals in them are extremely unnecessary and unhealthy for your skin. Invest in a quality natural product or create your own with ingredients you already have in your kitchen in the fraction of the time and cost.

A simple scrub recipe I enjoy:

Sugar (brown or white)
Oil (I use coconut but any oil will work)
Lemon juice
Lemon zest

Add the desired amount of sugar in a container or mixing bowl. Put in the zest. Slowly pour in the oil until all sugar granules are coated but not saturated in it. Finally add the lemon juice until you reach the desired consistency.

Both the lemon juice and lemon zest are completely optional. The juice helps lighten any marks while the zest gives a refreshing smell.
You can substitute cinnamon and vanilla extract for a sweet, more wintery smell or just leave it plain.

Use the sugar scrub around your kitty but be extremely cautious not to get it inside as it might cause imbalances and yeast infections.

Do not substitute salt for sugar as it’s too harsh and will sting during shaving.

DO NOT USE BABY OIL. I can’t even believe that this is a product intended for babies! The ingredients are disgusting and extremely harmful.

Here’s why:

“Traditional baby oil is typically mineral oil, a petroleum-based ingredient. Mineral oil coats the skin just like a plastic wrap and messes with your baby’s natural immune barrier. This inhibits the skin’s ability to breathe and compromises its capacity to release toxins.”

Keep it away from you and your coochie.

Shave: if you chose a scrub just rinse off the granules with lukewarm water but DO NOT wash off the oil. It will protect your skin from the blades and prevent burns, cuts, irritation and discomfort. If you are using an oil free option to exfoliate you will need to apply oil afterwards. (Again choose the oil that suits you best.)

Choose a men’s razor with four blades (My favorite is Gillette fusion pro glide) and change the blades often.

Typically the oil is more than enough. If though you have supah sensitive skin and especially if you are shaving for a second day in a row you might wanna try shaving UNDERWATER. Yes you read that right. This method saved me!! Just sit as comfortably as you can in the tub and submerge the parts you want to shave in the warm water WITH THE OIL ON and shave.

Aftercare: use a gentle body wash to remove the oil from your body and a feminine wash or plain water to rinse your kitty.

Use a clean towel and pat the shaved areas dry.

I use alcohol free witch hazel as a toner on the areas where I’m prone to breakouts and bumps to naturally and gently disinfect the skin and close the pores. You can also mix apple cider vinegar with water in a 1:3 ratio and use that instead.

As a second step I like to slather on some aloe Vera gel to hydrate and smooth the skin.

Once it’s soaked I top everything off with some natural aftershave balm (my favorite is the bulldog original aftershave balm, it’s super cheap and all natural)

The following days: you can apply some moisturizer or oil with a few drops of tea tree oil on the areas where you get razor bumps and post shave breakouts to eliminate them. I like to use Aloe Vera gel consistently to moisturize and smooth sensitive areas.

This is it ladies! I hope it’s helpful!!

Post about vagina care coming soon!! Follow @diamondbabes for more 😉

a list of compromises offered by tony during cacw:

  • we agree to this now or it’ll be done to us later
  • we don’t have to follow shield or hydra, but we should follow the UN
  • i just want steve as part of the team, let’s come to an agreement and we can forget all this bad blood
  • wanda has to be in a prison or contained, and i’d rather put her up in a house where she can be comfortable and kept company by vision until i can have her reinstated
  • i’ll admit bucky to a psychiatric facility in the US where he can be cared for and kept safe
  • sign the accords now for show, and we can amend all the details later
  • i believe you that bucky is innocent and that zemo is behind this, and i’m coming to help you to fight him even though you didn’t trust me enough to explain any of this

a list of compromises offered by steve during cacw:

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oopsnocturnal  asked:

hi! i'd love to hear what you think would have happened if wyldon hadn't let keladry stay after her first year!! love your writing :^)

“Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for this post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditions—but it was a near thing. Next time, I might not heed the voice of honor.”

– Wyldon of Cavall (Squire)

Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer– thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. 

She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents’ townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds.

When the pages trailed out of the building to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

“Probationer,” Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. “Was I unclear in the spring?”

Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, “I’m not a probationer anymore.”

“She’s a private citizen, just enjoying the fresh air,” Neal called from the other side of the practice yard fence. He got armor cleaning punishment for a week for his cheek and Kel lifted and lowered and struck with her staff to the call of the masters. Her staff hit thin air. The clack of the pages’ staves colliding hit her ears.

“That’s palace property,” Wyldon said ten minutes in, and plucked the staff out of her grip, so Kel followed the lesson with empty hands and brought her mother’s spare walking stick the next day.

They started calling her trespasser, after that, and Kel stood calm on the public grounds just on the other side of the practice yard fence, practicing her high blocks.

While the pages had riding practice, she sat in the dirt outside the riding yard and did the homework Neal smuggled out for her. He handed the finished assignments in for her, too, even though only Myles and the one Mithran priest who had never learned anyone’s names graded them. She took notes on what riding exercises the masters were assigning the pages and watched Neal where he sat on Peachblossom’s back like a sack of mulish peanuts.

“When I heard you weren’t t’ be coming back,” Stefan the hostler told her. “I wasn’t sure what would happen to the old lad.”

“Me, either,” said Kel, looking down at her math and trying to keep her face smooth and still.

When the pages went in for their seated classes, Stefan let her take out Peachblossom to try to exercises herself. Days the gelding was too tired, he found other mounts for her and Kel learned all their names– gentle Aubrey and fastidious Starfall and distractible, clever Redding and poor anxious Terence, who almost threw her more than once. “He comes by the fidgets honest,” Stefan told her and Kel brought extra apples for Terence when she could.

She still took on Lalasa when Gower found her feeding the sparrows in the courtyard beside her old rooms and asked her. Her parents’ townhouse had the funds to hire another maid, though Kel didn’t need or want a personal servant.

Lalasa pinched Kel’s torn clothes from her room all the same and returned them better hemmed and beautifully mended. Kel barely saw her, though she tried to leave a coin from her allowance on the piles of clothes she thought the young woman was most likely to steal away next.

She didn’t ask for the help and she told herself she didn’t want it, but she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds every day with her weighted harness weighing on her shoulders.

She stood just outside the low fence of the practice yards and ignored Joren’s comments and Zahir’s sneers and the rebukes of the swordfighting teachers– distraction, they said. Lump, waste, failure.

The sun beat down on her aching shoulders and she thought I could stand here forever, thought you are just noise and wind, I am a mountain. I will be here long after you cease howling.

Neal landed blows on Joren’s fingers, apologizing blandly to the masters for his clumsinesses, because Kel had ordered him to get in no fights for her honor. The sun beat down on the careful stitches of Kel’s cotton shirt, which fit as perfectly as Lalasa could manage from a shy distance.

She told herself she didn’t want the help, didn’t need it. Her harness weighed down her shoulders, her makeshift staff weighed down her arms, but the cotton laid light and kind on her back.

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so– i now know that the type of dance this game is based upon is swing. the one and only reason why i mistook it for tap is bc of this little gem right here. thewholesingingintheraindeal. and i can only imagine that (at least) some others caught the same vibe i did when first seeing this image

that being said, i’m not trying to be hateful about it

there was an art contest that the meatly held, picking 3 winners to have their work featured in the second chapter of the game. this one in particular was made by an artist by the name of poppy may, and it really is cutesy! bysayingonceiwasabletoactuallylookatitstraightimeantthattherubberhousestylestillcreepsmeout, but yeah

DS by me

Micro: What’s the deal with you two anyway?

Frank: Nobody goes after her, not on my watch.

Micro: So you wanna go after this guy?

Frank: What would you do if it was Sarah? If there was a maniac who was coming after her, what would you do?

Micro: Sarah’s my wife, Sarah’s my family.

Frank: Listen to me. I’m gonna say this once, okay? So is Karen! If something happens to her, I…. Please.


the immense guilt sana feels because she likes yousef, she likes him so much, and he likes her back. she’s looking for something, anything, that tells her it’s okay, they can be together. and then she hears her mom saying to elias she’s worried sana and yousef are growing too close, and suddenly there’s the pressure from her family too. and the one person sana feels she can talk to and who listens to her might be the one person she can’t have


I found the whole video. I regret it.


“When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”

fake dating au

Phichit has no idea what’s happening, or even why it’s happening, but Chris is kissing him and he kinda likes it.

His mouth is soft, just like his hair when Phichit reaches up to cup his neck, and when Phichit starts to reciprocate because “that’s what you do in this situation, right? maybe?”, Chris lets out this little growly purr that makes Phichit’s knees weak and his body run hot.

It’s over before long, and when they break apart Chris looks at him and grins. Phichit has whiplash, his head is spinning and his knees wobble until all he sees are the multi-colored strobe lights and the heat in Chris’ eyes. 

His hand is still curled around Chris’ nape, and maybe that’s doing something to him because he hasn’t taken Phichit’s hand off yet, but Chris leans forward again and parts his mouth and Phichit is sure he’s going to kiss him again when, suddenly, he hears Viktor whistle.

They turn to look. Viktor is waving them over, a shine in his eyes that tells Phichit that Viktor saw exactly what they did.

“We found a table!” Viktor shouts, his voice unheard over the noise, grinning like he discovered a secret. Technically, he did. 

Phichit blushes and removes his hand from Chris’ neck. They both give a thumbs up and continue to dance, now a little more apart than before.

“Do I get to know why?” Phichit asks, not wanting to see the look on Chris’ face.

“You’ll find out.” Chris promises. Phichit turns to call him out on his cryptic bullshit but Chris is suddenly very, very close and looking at him with those eyes. Phichit’s weak all over again, parting his mouth just in case Chris decides to kiss him again - which is stupid of Phichit and he knows this, but he’s also a little drunk on the punch and the heat between them and doesn’t want to separate.

It’s all he can focus on. The adrenalized pounding of his heart, the mouth so close to his, the way those eyes look at him, Phichit’s addicted and maybe he wants Chris to kiss him again.

Phichit smirks a little. “You have me play along but don’t even tell me why? Tut tut Chris.” And maybe it’s a little bit unfair but he links his hands behind Chris’ neck and idly runs his fingers through the hair on his nape, not missing the shiver that runs through Chris’ spine.

Chris licks his lips, wets them; his gaze is suddenly hyper-focused on Phichit’s mouth and then his eyes and Phichit’s immediately giddier than he’d already been. And maybe it’s a bit of a cheapshot, but Chris had already pulled one so Phichit tilts his head and slowly, slowly swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, watching Chris’ eyes follow it.

Chris’ answering grin is downright diabolical and sexy, Phichit will be the first to admit, with a hint of teeth and a curl to his smirk that suggests things. Delightful things. “They have to see us together.” Chris outright purrs, hand twitching on Phichit’s waist. He has never felt more powerful. "We need to put the idea in their heads, don’t we?" 

Ah, yes. Right. It wasn’t real. Nothing’s real. 

Phichit hums along, ignoring how that power in his chest deflates. He knew it wasn’t real but, boy, does he wish. He wishes and prays and craves.

"I think they may need more convincing” is what Phichit wants to say, but what comes out instead is a smile and “Do you think they bought it?”

“Maybe…” Chris’ green eyes darken into a heat that pools low in Phichit’s gut and that tiny, itty bitty annoying flare of hope springs up again, despite how hard Phichit’s warring with it. “But we may need to do it again once or twice.”