spa sisters


MOTION MONDAY: June 26, 2017 (2 of 2)

Bonus GIF! I’ve been growing my hair about 2 years now (the great shave of 2017 will come soon… SOON), and I’m still terrible at the towel wrap.

The only reason I’ve pulled it off here is because my sister gave me a Spa Sister Microfiber Hair Turban, which has a button and a loop for easy fastening.

The game has changed.

A king may rule, but watch a queen conquer

Sunday Morning

There were stretches of times, increasingly often now, that Will couldn’t quite remember; spells of darkness that felt like sleep but were somehow so much more potent. Times when he’d startle back into consciousness in the middle of the night, scribbling furiously at the desk in his bedroom. Times when he’d come back to himself while outside, sometimes without shoes, in the woods with the trees bearing down on him ominously, their branches reaching out to wrap him up and take him away again.

Though he’d managed to keep it a secret, Will knew there was something deeply wrong. He hoped—prayed—that whatever it was would go away if he kept quiet and ignored that looming sense of danger that lingered just outside of his comprehension. Kind of like when he was younger and Lonnie would start banging on his bedroom door. Cowering under his covers, ignoring the shouts and insults had worked then; Lonnie lost interest and moved on. Maybe—god he hoped so—maybe it could work again.

For months Will wondered why he woke up, breathless and disoriented, in the places he did—in the shed behind his house, in a thicket at the old Hawkins hunting grounds. It was not until he awoke up to his ankles in water, the smell of chlorine burning his nostrils that Will realized, with dismay, he was being drawn against his resolve to the places the Demogorgon had hunted. 

His stomach lurched violently and he scrambled out of the pool, heaving at the thought of reliving that monster’s deadly treks, the sound of Barb’s screams—her begging for help—echoing in his memories. 

Panic was setting into his bones, pulsing through his veins and making his shoulders shake violently. Hands on his knees, doubled over in pain and ready to retch, Will felt a strong hand clamp down on his shoulder. 

“Will? Is that you?”

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I’m just as pissed about Emma’s tattoo as the next person but I find it really interesting which character some people chose to place the blame on. and by some people, I mean sqers and by which character, I mean Killian. it’s kind of hilarious that they’re acting as if Killian is the one who gets too much focus on his past and family, and takes away from Emma’s story, when last time I checked, Regina is the queen of useless back story’s, centrics, and trivial family member focus. let’s see some of the content we’ve had Regina wise:

  • about 101 variations of basically the same damn flashback of Regina killing some people and plotting her revenge and the murder of the Charmings (but she’s wearing a new dress each time which surely makes the plot brand new)
  • Regina saying goodbye to and getting closure w her mother, her father, Daniel, and even her damn horse
  • a sister spa day
  • a centric during the 100th episode and about 30 others
  • more screen time than even the main character in seasons 2, 3a, 4b, 5b, and from the way things are looking, probably the whole 6th season
  • whatever the hell this useless split queen arc is

I’m sure if the tattoo was on Queenie’s wrist we’d have a whole two-part episode dedicated to it.

Emma Swan deserves her backstory to be told and she deserves centric episodes but it’s not Killian who’s taking that away from her.

Mothers Day Surprises

Warnings: NSFW

Jensen woke up that morning and stretched out only to find a cold empty space beside him.

He slept in. Oh shit!

This is bad. He felt a deep panic coursing through his body as he threw the covers off him and checked the time. It was almost 10am.

Shit shit shit!

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Dinner was wonderful, everypony said.  Penwright seemed to think the results of his grand experiment at cooking tasted all right, so he swallowed his doubts and accepted the thanks and complements with good grace.  Ickle had been especially interested to hear him talk about how dinner was made up of Germane dishes with his own small flourishes, like how the morel mushrooms were harvested from his parents’ land up north.  Petina even managed to get him to fess up about where he got the pumpkin pie, though everypony still thought it was delicious, especially with a couple generous scoops of ice cream to go with it.  The story seemed to make it all the better.

Finally, they all retired to the living room, where they began the gift exchange.  Penwright and Ickle went halfsies on a set of drafting instruments for Sky Brush to help him with the technical drawings he did on the side (it helped having a friend who owned an art supply store), while Penwright bought Carousel a gift certificate for the Lotus Sisters’ spa.  With all of the holiday deliveries she had to make, including a few last-minute ones that morning, she definitely deserved it.  Petina, however, only received one present, but it had kept her rapt attention practically throughout the evening.  It was a small puzzle box, but within each of its hidden compartments was a riddle leading somewhere in Penwright’s house.  It was a collaborative effort between him, Ickle, Sky Brush, and Carousel, though they apparently underestimated Petina’s ability to navigate her way through the puzzle box, as she had already opened up four of the seven compartments.  Still, she was having fun with it, though Penwright was starting to regret letting his house being the hiding place for her other gifts.  Ah well, he should’ve known the dangers when he took the job.

Finally, it came time for Penwright to give Ickle her gift.  He slid the present out from under the tree and held it up to her with his magic.  “Happy Hearth’s Warming, Ickle,” he said with a warm smile.

“Thank you, Penwright,” she said hefting the gift experimentally in her hooves, gently feeling along the sides with her hooves.  “Ooh, feels like a book!  I wonder what this one is…”

Like most of the other ponies Penwright knew (including himself), Ickle preferred to rip the wrapping paper off of her gifts, but somehow she managed to make it look elegant.  It was unwrapped completely in a respectably short time, revealing a thick tome with a stylized profile of a pegasus wearing a crested helmet on the front cover with the words Pax Pegasus: A History of the Pegasus Tribe embossed in silver underneath it.

“Oh my goodness!  This is wonderful!” she cried happily.  “Is this by the same author who wrote the one about the history of the unicorns?”

“It is indeed,” Penwright replied.  “I figured you would like it.”

“If it’s anything like the last one you gave me, I know I’ll love it!  Thank you!”  She quickly set the book down and wrapped her forelegs around him, giving him a tight hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

“You’re very welcome, Ickle,” he said, returning her hug.

She released him almost as quickly and immediately began flipping through the pages, taking note of some of the maps, diagrams, and pictures within.  “I can’t wait to sit down and read this thoroughly, it all looks so fascinating!”  She glanced back up at him.  “Does this book mention that skyvolley game that took place against the griffons?”

“The Second Battle of Cloudwall Pass?  No, that happened after the book was written,” he said.  “This book and the one about the history of the unicorns were published a little less than two hundred years ago.”

“Really?  Is this book that old then?” Sky Brush asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Not the book itself, no, it’d be in the Canterlot Library then.  These are more modern reprints from about fifty years ago,” Penwright replied.  “Good thing I know a bookstore owner in St. Luna who specializes in these kinds of things.”

“Ha!  That’s it!” Petina cried out, giving everypony in the room a bit of a start.  She set her puzzle box down and stood up, pointing the paper with the riddle on it at Penwright and grinning victoriously.  “I now know where you hid my next present.  Thanks for the hint, Penny!”  And with that, she trotted up the stairs, humming a merry tune.

“Told you you should’ve made them harder,” Carousel said when she was out of earshot.

“Riddles aren’t my strong point, okay?” Penwright retorted mildly.

“You’re just upset that you’re out of the betting pool,” Sky Brush countered with a small chuckle.

“She probably knew what time I betted on and did the easy ones first just to spite me,” Penwright muttered, though he had to grin as well.

“Found it!” Petina called as she trotted back down the stairs, holding an envelope aloft with her magic.  “Nestled between two books, very clever.  And two of my own books, too!  How very thoughtful.”  She quickly opened the envelope and read the piece of paper inside.  “And it looks like this is…oh my, Sky Brush, you shouldn’t have.”  She sidled up to the pegasus stallion and gave him a lingering kiss.  “Though I am glad you did,” she added with a wink.

“Oh, what did he get you?” Ickle asked.

Petina paused and thought for a bit.  “Normally, I wouldn’t mind saying so, but in this case I’ll save Penwright any embarrassment and keep it a secret for now,” she said, throwing a smirk in his direction.  “After all, he was kind enough to make us all dinner.”

“I appreciate that,” Penwright replied dryly.

“Hey Petina, since you’re up,” Carousel said, “maybe now’s a good time to get Ickle’s gift for Penwright.”

“Ah!  Good idea!” she said, opening up the back door and stepping outside on the porch.

“Wait, what?  It’s outside?” Penwright asked in bemusement.

“Well, it’s a bit too big to just carry inside and leave propped against the wall,” Carousel replied.  “It would’ve been a big distraction, anyway.”

“Fair point, but how long was it out there?”

“We hid it there before we started caroling at your front door,” said Sky Brush.  “You might want to get a lock for the gate to your fence.”

Outside the window looking out on his back yard, Penwright saw Petina levitate a large, flat parcel about the size of a large movie poster wrapped in waterproof packaging over to his porch.  She undid a few strings and the covering fell away, revealing the present’s gift wrapping.  He glanced over at Ickle, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.  Ickle just smiled warmly, eager to see him open it.

“Happy Hearth’s Warming,” she said as Petina presented it to him.

“Now this is interesting,” he said as he took hold of the present with his magic.  He quickly tore the wrapping paper off, revealing a canvas covered in a riot of color splatters, mostly reds and yellows but also some blue and green in there as well.  The first thing Penwright thought of when he looked at it was of a pony standing under a tree in autumn, though set on a wintery landscape.  The split-second impression disappeared as he looked at it some more, but he grasped the significance of it soon after.

“Ooh, this is one of your dreamcatcher abstract paintings!” he said excitedly.

Ickled nodded.  “It is!  I hope it will give you lots of inspiring dreams.”

“Then this is getting hung over my bed tonight, then,” Penwright declared.  He stood up and walked over to Ickle, giving the top of her head a nuzzle.  “This will be a gift that keeps on giving.  Thank you, Ickle.”

“You’re very welcome, Penwright,” she replied happily.

The moment lasted for a few seconds more before Petina spoke up.  “Oh, why didn’t I think of that before?”  She lifted the edge of the skirt around the base of the Hearth’s Warming tree and pulled out a small box hidden under there.  “Ooh, a ring, perhaps?”  She glanced over at Ickle.  “Better hope Penwright didn’t buy this, otherwise this will be rather awkward for all of us.”  She paused, then winked at Penwright.  “The answer’ll be yes, pending Ickle’s permission, of course.  She gets first dips on you.  And don’t worry, Ickle, I’m willing to share.”

Ickle blushed slightly, though she chuckled along with everypony else (save Penwright, who just rolled his eyes).  Petina opened up the small box, revealing a key with a small tag attached.  “‘Find and solve the final riddle to find the lock,’” she read aloud.  “Well, best get back at it.”  As she stepped back to her place, she leaned over and whispered into Penwright’s ear.

“I left something for you under your bed,” she said just loud enough for Ickle to hear.  “Happy Hearth’s Warming!”

Penwright glanced over at Ickle, whose blush deepened a little as she held back a chuckle.  “Yeah, thanks, Petina,” he replied dryly, trying not to imagine what it might be.

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You know what Bitty would be into? DIY spa treatments. The cold air in the rink is hell on the skin, Bitty would def share...

Omg this is so true.

-bitty is in the kitchen mixing oats and honey and some random shit together in a bowl, mumbling to himself about the dry patches on his forehead, when Ransom walks in and is like “hey man what are you making it looks weird?” And then Bitty is all “Unlike some people, I enjoy having healthy, glowing skin” and Ransom is like “shit bro u right” so he’s all interested now like, “well is this going to help with some of the redness I’ve been getting on my face??” “Oh yes, honey this is great to put on your T zone don’t worry.” But then he gets REALLY invested and starts to wonder what different things work best for his dark skin, he buys a lot of cocoa butter and coconut oil.

-Shitty already sometimes lets Lardo paint his nails, but he’s never done a face mask before and it seems a little complicated does Bitty really think it’s going to help his break out?? And Lardo and Bits just have him sit down with them and rub lotion on each other and paint each other’s nails and Bitty finds him a special hair mask for his flow and he buys some high end hair oil for the stache

-Holster is basically in it for the laughs, but the hand masks DO make a difference, he can feel how much softer they are now so he also tries an overnight treatment for his feet and the callouses feel baby smooth in the morning so it’s kinda just a nice thing to do from now on

-Nursey is very into it, same with Chowder, even though they sometimes try to eat the concoctions Bitty makes them try but Honestly, Bits, this stuff looks like cookie dough how is it going to help my under eye bags!

-Nursey usually just sticks to the trick where he uses a tea bag to reduce under eye circles because heaven knows that boy makes a lot of tea, and stays up til ungodly hours every night

-Dex is v apprehensive, mostly because last time he agreed to a “spa night” his sisters manipulated him into plucking his eyebrows and doing his makeup (he looked fierce). But when his friends are begging him to help them mix this green tea-honey and oat-cocoa butter face mask, and Chowder’s giving him puppy dog eyes….he gives in. But he doesn’t tell anyone about how smooth he notices his skin is afterwards

-and Jack. Oh Jack. He chirps them all about it, of course, but he sits in on the spa days and listens to the gossip, and Bitty rambling on about not only how healing coconut oil is but also how Mikayla from Holster’s philosophy class needs to watch her mouth in his house (“I swear, Holster, if she says anything about my oven mitts at this weekends kegster she will NOT be allowed In my kitchen again!”) and he thinks it’s all ridiculous honestly, but it makes them happy. Until after the playoff beard gets shaved off and everyone is complaining about how scaly their skin is, so Bitty begins mixing up a sugar scrub. It smells nice, like vanilla and…is that maple? and so Jack gives in and then he takes the best shower of his life as he encounters the wonders of exfoliating

Anyway these boys r dorks and I love this headcanon thanks sorry it got v long!!


Sorry about taking so long with this one. It’s was hell rendering this stuff but I must persevere. anyway Maya and Rarity has finally made it at the spa we’re Aloe and Lotus Blossom waited eagerly for them. The recipe for the greatest spa episode is finally in place.

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Sup everyone, so the story continues. The spa twins has find out about Lady Maya’s past life and they are tingling with joy (and somewhere else) about having their idol at the spa. Lady Maya’s worst nightmare has gotten even worse!

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Part 2

Dillon Rupp Imagine for Popecaniff

Sidenote~ Based on real experience, hope ya like it jess suck a dick xoxo

You settle down, changing into something comfortable to wear. You were on a ‘vacation’ with your family. You all knew it really wasn’t a vaction, it was basically just a trip for college visit/tours.

“I’m going to the spa with your sister.” You hear your mother call out as your sisters stands beside her. “Okay.” You simply say admiring as to how much your parents spend on this hotel room. The rooms were connected together with a King bed in one and two queens in the other. “I’ll probably be at the gym.” Your dad says taking a water bottle out from the mini fridge. You nod your head indecisively. You scroll down your phone, hoping they’d leave faster.

“Jess, call us if you need anyt-…”

“I know.” You say a bit harsh, adding a small smile afterwards.

Soon after your family left the room, you start rummaging into the cabinets for food, (being the fatass you are).

You managed to find a microwavable macaroni and cheese cup. You sigh looking at the plastic container. You knew the hotel room didn’t provide a microwave. You sigh, slipping on your shoes as you take your key card with you.

Walking around the big hotel, you manage to find your way to the lobby. Not many people were surrounded considering it was almost the usual dinner time. You scan the big room until you land your eyes on a figure.

The figure held a strong build, broad shoulders. The way he smiled at the clerk made almost everything stop for a moment. As if, he was your one and only priority at the moment. He wore a grey beanie that matched his crewneck. You watch as he turns his head meeting your eyes.

You shake your head turning away from the scene. “Shit.” You mumble to yourself as you quickly walk away. You start to wander through the halls, holding the plastic container, which was STILL not cooked yet.

You kept thinking about that boy as you continued to walk. Why where you such an idiot? You roll your eyes to yourself as you finally find a kitchen. You turn to see a familiar room, you just walked passed. You felt your face turn into a frown as you begin to feel confused as ever. “You were walking in circles.” You then hear a voice. You turn around seeing the boy. You looked into his eyes, as if a magnet was pulling you in. They were so green, but blue. It was a different unusual color, but it looked good on him. A smile appeared on his face which left you dying painfully inside.

You quickly get out of his daze as you look down to the container. You put it in the microwave, pressing the time. “Yeah, I’m kinda dumb.” You insult yourself as he hulls his luggage into the room. “I am too, it’s okay.” He laughs leaning on the wall. “What’s your name?” he asks you as you stare at him in the reflection of the microwave. “Jessica…I mean Jess. You can call me Jess.” You say nervously knowing you fucked up already.

He chuckled cutely as he places his hands in his front pockets. “I’m Dillon.” He says.

“What are you here for? I mean, why are you in this hotel?”


“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you on vacation too?” you rub your forehead at how idiotic you could be. “Ah, no I wish. I was suppose to go on this tour thing, but my friend, Taylor gave me the wrong directions.” He says holding up a piece of paper.

You played back the word, tour.


What the hell was he talking about, tour? Was he a singer or something, or…

“You can never count on friends.” You smile shyly knowing it was the truth.

You both jump hearing the beeping from the microwave. You take it out, smelling the strong scent. “Mac and Cheese girl I see?” he smirks as you feel your cheeks get redder by the minute.

You both start walking down the hallway making small talk. You start taking little bites from your meal as he stops by the front desk again. “Hey, I’ll catch you later?” he says. He hesitates for a moment looking at you. You smile to him, waving. “Bye Dillon.” You say finally returning back to the elevators. Pressing the button, you feel the cheese melting in your mouth. As you ride the elevator, you finally stop on a floor. You turn seeing different hallways than what you were used to. “God damn it.” You say to yourself but even louder.

You turn back around, pressing the button, knowing you were on the wrong floor.

You tap your foot unpatiently, until you see the red light followed by a loud ding. You step inside noticing someone standing on the side; it was Dillon.

“Oh hey!” His face lights up as he sees you. “Hey” you giggle feeling some knots forming in your stomach. “It’s meant to be.” He then says.

“W-what?” you stutter smiling back to him.

“I mean since we met like twice, it’s meant for us to exchange numbers.” He smirks as he pulls out his phone. “Smooth.” You laugh pulling yours out as well.

You both give each other your numbers within the minute time span of the elevator ride. “This is my stop.” He states as you look at him confused.

“Same dude.”

He widens his eyes as he looks down to his room key. “Room 526.”

“I’m 527” you say looking at him. You watch as he jumps; which happened to look five feet from the ground. “We neighbors in this bitch.” He jokes as you start to laugh, you liked his sense of humor.

“Wanna chill later?” he then asks as you stop in front of your room. You smile to yourself as you bite your lip. “I guess so.” You say knowing you wouldn’t be doing anything else. “Awesomee.” He laughs as you unlock your door. “I’ll see you later.”


This is for Giulia who wanted Klaroline and a puppy from me.

He loves Caroline Forbes, truly, deeply and with a painful twisting at the knowledge of how entrenched she has become in his life, of knowing how empty his bones would feel if he were to lose her and also knowing he would do practically anything to get her back. He sees the evidence of how much she has become part of his existence in the Parisian apartment they’re currently calling home. From the soft colors that she’s picked to ordain the place to the freshly cut flowers that seem to crop up every day in vases throughout their dwelling. He loves to give into her desires because even if they’ve been together for nearly fifty years she’s still iffy on jewelry and dresses and anything that once had a price tag attached to it or could have if it had been procured in the current century.

But decorating whichever place they’ve decided to settle in for the moment, picking out the sights they’ll see, orchestrating elaborate dinner parties that he only messes up once in a while–its not his fault that some of the people she invites over are duller than dirt and he feels a need to liven up the time with some well placed compulsion or simply eating the ones who irritate him the most.

It’s usually worth whatever punishment she comes up with in the following days. The silent treatment never lasts long, she can hardly put a dent into any of his funds with her elaborate shopping sprees, and inviting his siblings over to annoy him often backfires on her and ends with her demanding that he kick all of them out again. 

But this will not do. 

This tiny ball of fluff that is currently scampering across the foyer, tripping over its own legs and ending up rolling head first into the wall, quickly followed by the ridiculous cooing from Caroline as she scoops the puppy up and checks that its okay. 

Klaus will not stand for the invasion of this annoyance in their life. “It’s not staying here.” She’s ignoring him, still doing the soft sounds at the animal as it happily licks her face and she smiles at it in a way she hasn’t smiled at him since the latest dinner incident. “I don’t do pets.” 

Unless they were horses but those were less of a pet and more of a companion. Plus they didn’t come into the house and provided transportation. What use was a dog? 

He knows he’s not going to win the argument when Caroline fixes him with her steady gaze. “And I don’t do blood baths during my dinner parties but someone didn’t pay any attention to my wants so I’m keeping him.” 

Of course this is her revenge.

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I’m at the spa with my sister who wanted to go so Iv gotten a pedicure. The lady asked what I wanted done and I don’t know much about it so said “whatever you want, be creative” IV never seen such joy and fear in someone’s eyes.

So she’s used the colour she’s always wanted to use and I have glittery bronze/rose gold toes.

Sparkle sparkle


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