this was so cuticle

I…. Want a season 2 of Cuticle Detective Inaba. It’s so random and funny and at the same time it gives you some feels. And there is actually a possibility of a serious plot but the series was never to be taken so seriously from the beginning. I mean look at them:

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Imagine coming out as asexual to Tony Stark.

You had been meaning to bridge the subject of your sexuality with Tony for awhile. To be fair, you were still figuring it out and you figured that he’d be more up to date on the whole idea than most. Nothing against Steve, but you didn’t get the feeling that he knew much about asexuality. He had been brought up in a time before other sexualities were really explored by society. You didn’t doubt that he was open-minded. He just had a lot to learn.

“Hey, dude, what’s going on?”

You looked up at the sound of Tony’s voice, drawn back out of your thoughts. “Just thinking, I guess,” you admitted, leaning back against your wall. “Tony, do you think it’s possible that I could be ace?”

Tony considered it. “You mean asexual?” He shrugged. “It’s entirely possible. I mean, there’s a lot of space within that definition. Gray, demi, so on and so forth.”

You picked at your cuticles, “You don’t think it’s too early for me to be labeling myself?”

Tony shook his head, “Nah. If the definition fits you now, then you’ve got a right to it and it’s yours if you want it. If you feel differently in a month, so what? Sometimes sexuality is fluid like that.”

Gif Credit: Tony

I need a minute to yell about a fic writer whose work I absolutely LOVE. @rhysiana produces some of the most amazing and moving pieces of writing I have literally ever read (and since I am a Nursey/Dex blog, this will focus on her fics for that ship). As you guys probably know, one of my favorite fics ever is her  huntsman piece, which is absolutely perfect in all ways and I read all the time, and time and time again. The writing flows so beautifully and all of the characters are so well described, the scenery she sets is absolutely gorgeous, and the plot is just oh my god amazing and stunning and wonderful (it follows a folklore tale, the Ballad of Tam Lin, but does such a wonderful job of using the Check, Please! Characters). Literally every time I read this fic it’s like the first time, I will never get tired of reading it. SHE ALSO just updated another fic, Sprezzatura, which kinda resonated a bit with my own experiences (read my earlier post) re private school and protecting oneself. This fic explores Nursey’s character quite beautifully. My favorite line of the first chapter is “In his mind, he touched the glass.” UGH. Such amazing writing. I absolutely love this fic.

Besides the Bard and the Huntsman, my all-time favorite 100% MVP GOAT wonderful beautiful tear-inducing gorgeous aaaaaa fic/series is the “Petals and Thorns” series. Ho. Ly. Shit. The first fic, “The Punk and the Florist,” is the fic that tossed me down the NurseyDex hole, and added a cushion at the bottom of my fall with its sequel “Isla Negra.” It’s an AU fic where Dex is a punk artist and Nursey is a florist and the author just molds absolutely beautiful characters who interact so wonderfully and they’re so relatable. The writing is just fantastic. I have no way to express just how much I love this series. GO READ IT. You deserve it.

And then there’s the wonderful Samwell Faculty AU series, in which Nursey and Dex a) adopt a daughter (aaaaa) and b) said daughter throws a fit. The characters are so well written and so true to themselves. Then there’s the cuticle care fic in which Dex shows an affinity for making sure your hands are healthy and takes care of Nursey, and the zombie fic which made me laugh soooo many times, and her collection of mini-fics which describe Nursey and Dex’s evolving friendship/relationship and is just so awesome to read.

So I think it’s pretty clear how much I love this author’s work. The writing is so wonderful, all of the characters just come alive and are written so well, and they stay true to themselves and most of all they’re really real, the interactions aren’t forced, nothing is too cliche, everything is just perfect. Her way of describing settings is just amazing and brings you directly into the situations. The plots are so wonderfully constructed, always original and they make you look at the characters in ways I’ve never read before. I am so blessed to have entered this fandom and support this ship and we have such wonderful authors and artists to provide happy feels and angst and fics and headcanons and illustrations and everything for us. Go follow her blog, @rhysiana!!! Read her stories (all her Check! Please fics can be found here!!! You all deserve good things, and she gives them to us.


How To Brighten Those Nail Beds at Home ♡

your videos are the best! always so helpful & informative! submitted by hairitage93

tip for folks who pick/tear/chew at their fingers or cuticles (like me): get some diaper or nipple cream with lanolin, slather that shit on before bed, and in the morning your skin will be in much better condition. it also helps me with my torn cuticles getting really raggedy from my morning shower; it’s sealed my skin overnight which means they don’t get so horribly dried out from the hot water and soap.

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where josh broke up with his gf and you're his best friend so he calls you really upset and you fly out to comfort him and then fluff ensues and you two get together or something?


The text came through just as you were about to plug your phone in for the night.  Josh’s name lit up your screen, making your heart immediately feel lighter.  It was probably one of those stupid pictures he finds online that he always thinks are way funnier than they really are.  You always pretended to hate them, acted like you were too cool for them, or whatever.  But the truth was you looked forward to them, because anything that made Josh smile, made you smile.  You’d never tell him that though.  You slide the message open to find that it’s not a picture, instead three words appear in a grey bubble.

‘Are you awake?”

You type back, “Yeah, what’s up?”

The little typing dots appear only briefly before another message comes in, “can i call?”

Your brow furrows, wondering what Josh could possibly need this late at night, but you respond quickly, “of course”.  You’re thrilled to be hearing from Josh.  Ever since he started dating his new girlfriend, things had been different between the two of you.  She kept him sheltered, limited who he could see.  Even Tyler was shafted half the time.   You waited in anticipation for the phone to ring, so anxious to hear the sound of his voice.  It always seemed to comfort you.  You’d never tell him that though.  

Within the minute, your phone is vibrating on the wood of the dresser.

“Hey,” you answer excitedly, putting the line on speaker and starting to take the pillows off from your bed, getting ready for sleep.

You hear a gaspy sigh on the other end of the line, which catches your attention.  


“Sorry,” he breathes, you can immediately can tell something is wrong, “sorry, I just-“

He can’t seem to form a complete sentence.  Your stomach churned once you heard the sound of his choked up voice.  

“It’s okay,” you immediately reassure him.  “It’s okay, Josh.” You pick the phone up, turning it off speaker and pressing it against your ear.

“I just- I just didn’t really know what to do,” he lets out a breathy chuckle on the other end of the line.  Josh was horrible at expressing himself.  This much you knew.  He was fairly open with you. but would still laugh or smile to mask any pain he felt. “(Whatever his gf’s name is), uh-“ he pauses to chuckle again, “she cheated on me.  Or was cheating on me, like plural. More than once.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, letting out a gasp.  “Oh Josh,” you say with utmost sympathy.  “What happened?”

“I flew home,” he says, “to surprise her, you know?  Turns out I was the one surprised,” he laughs again, making you cringe.  

“Wait you’re home?” you ask.

“Yeah, I’m home,” he sighs, sounding defeated.  “And I really don’t want to be alone,” he whispers softly.  

You’re already standing up and jumping into a pair of sweatpants before he’s finished the sentence.  “I’m on my way over,” you say.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

“See you soon,” you say before hanging up the phone.   You skipped down the steps into the kitchen, opening all your cupboard doors and searching for a comfort food that could subside some of Josh’s pain.  You grabbed the unopened box of cookies you’d just bought earlier that day and rushed out to your car.

You were anxious about seeing Josh.  On one hand, you were excited to finally get to be around your friend.  He’d been on tour for so long, you were starting to forget the shade of brown his eyes were.  Columbus always seemed darker when Josh was gone, at least to you.  You’d never tell him that though.  

On the other hand, your reunion wasn’t on the happiest of terms.  You had no idea how you were going to comfort Josh.  Thank goodness you thought enough to bring food.

You drummed your fingers angrily on the steering wheel as you made your way to Josh’s house.  You sped through corners, knowing your way all-too-well.  You could probably drive blindfolded by now.  You were angry.  You hated Josh’s girlfriend.  Or ex-girlfriend now, you assumed.  She never treated him right, always isolating him from his friends and bringing him down.  She’d call him stupid and never laugh at his jokes.  She was utterly uninterested in what he did for a living, never bothering to go to shows or listen to him practice. Josh deserved better.  He deserved someone who was warm and caring and loyal.  Josh deserved support and encouragement.  Josh deserved the world.  You’d never tell him that though.  

You gripped tightly, the thought of her being unfaithful to Josh didn’t surprise you all that much, but you were still furious.  Your knuckles were a ghostly shade by the time you pulled into Josh’s driveway.

You took a deep breath, peeled your hands off the wheel, and made your way up the steps to his door.  Your heart pounded in your chest, unsure of what to expect, but you rang the doorbell.  

It took Josh all but five seconds to fling the door open.  Once you saw him, all your anxiety melted away.  You didn’t hesitate before crashing your body into his, wrapping your arms around his waste and letting the side of your face collide into his chest.  You felt his arms wind around you, holding tightly.  His head rested on top of yours.

“I’m so sorry,” you said into his chest.

When you finally pulled away, you held up the box of cookies to him and sighed.  “I hope you’re drumming hard on this tour, cause we’re about to consume a lot of calories.”

He nodded, smiling.  You could see the pain behind his front.  It made your chest ache.  

You sat cross-legged on Josh’s couch, the pile of cookies between you two, and he opened up.  

“We’d been fighting a lot the last couple months or so,” he started, he was picking at the cuticle of his index finger.  “A lot of stupid stuff,” he sighed, “but there was a lot of big stuff too.  I mean, things were hanging on by a thread, I was relieved when I left for tour, because it meant I got a break from her,” he paused, “how messed up is that?”

You smile softly, “Pretty messed up,” you say honestly.

Josh chuckles, “I know.  I knew it too, I just-“ he sighs, “I wanted to try to make things better.  So I thought I’d surprise her.  Make her happy again.  I walked in, and there was just this line of clothes going all the way up the stairs and-“ he stops momentarily, closing his eyes as if he’s remembering the exact moment, “I just followed it.  I knew what I’d find.  I had to have known, but my mind just refused to believe that she’d do that to me..  She was the one yelling at me,” he scoffed, “I just stood there, in shock, just took it.  She was asking why I was doing here, like it was all my fault.  Calling me worthless,” Josh looks down at his lap, “pathetic,”  every word cuts through you like a knife, “not good enough.”  

He’s pulling the skin from his nail harshly, clearly anxious, “I just feel really stupid,” he says, “I mean, you warned me about her so many times.  Tyler, too,” he shakes his head, “I just didn’t see it, God I’m so stupid.  I deserved this one,” he scoffs.

“No-“ you interject harshly.  “Stop.”

He finally looks up from his stupid nail and makes eye contact with you.  

“That’s what she wanted you to think,” you say.  “She wanted to bring you down and make you think you were stupid and not good enough, but she’s wrong.”

You can tell Josh was getting uncomfortable.  He started fidgeting and shaking his head, like he didn’t believe a single word you were saying.

“She’s wrong,” you repeat.  “You’re not stupid,  you didn’t deserve this,” you slide closer to Josh, kicking the cookies out of the way so that you can grab his hand, “Josh,” you say, looking him in the eyes, “you are the kindest, most generous person I’ve ever met.  You are smart and creative and so, so talented.  You’re brave and you’re honest, and so special.  And yeah, this is a bad beat, this is a rough one, but you deserve so much better, and now you’re free to find it.”

Josh hangs his head low, his breathing has become slightly irregular and you can tell he’s stifling back some tears.  

“I know you don’t believe me,” you whisper, “and that breaks my heart.  But I mean every word.  You are my favorite person in this entire, stupid world and that will never change.”  

When Josh looks up, his eyes are watery, but he has a genuine smile on his face, “You come here in the middle of the night, with a box of cookies and a best friend speech all ready to go?  Man, how’d I get so lucky?”

You shrug, trying to think of a cocky comeback, but you can’t.  All you could feel in that moment was an immense amount of admiration for the boy sitting next to you.  The five words that you’ve been wanting to tell Josh for years now linger on the end of your tongue.  They are pure and beautiful and true.  You wonder if they’d sound as good as they taste. I’m in love with you.  I’m in love with you. The phrase is being mass produced in your head, taking over all other thoughts.  It rattles in your brain, screams in your mind.  I’m in love with you. You’d never tell him that though.  

You couldn’t tell him that.  Not now.  Josh needed a friend.  He needed support and consistency.  So you swallow the words and you rest your head on his shoulder.  When Josh wrapped his arm around you, holding you securely to his chest you felt at home.  You’d never tell him that though.

Varden’s suppurating cuticles!

I can tell a lot of thought went into this line of dialogue because:

  • if Varden is a god Seivarden would swear by, I’m betting her name has etymologic origins from Varden too! like “beloved by Varden” or something.
  • cuticles are on the *hands*, so of course this is (was) a really shocking curse, like “Jesus motherfucking Christ!” Divinity + taboo bodily reference = extra shock value!
  • …except after a thousand years, it just sounds cheesy, kind of like how “Zounds!” (from “God’s wounds!”) and “Gadzooks!” (from “God’s hooks!” = crucifixion nails) have fallen out of use in anything but historical fiction.
Bedtime Tuck In

They might have a fan meeting tomorrow, but right now, the only person he wants to see is you. 

Featuring: Daddy!Taehyung, You

Warnings: dd/lg themes

Written by: Admin V

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Steam wafted out of the bathroom as Kim Taehyung opened the door.

You sat criss cross applesauce on the hotel room bed, gulped. How could you not? Daddy’s hair was wet, fresh from the shower, and around his bare figure he had wrapped a bathrobe decorated with light rose designs. He caught you staring at the expanse of his collarbones, the bathrobe slightly opening as he leaned down to grab something from his suitcase.

You flushed when Daddy called you out on your sneaking.

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anonymous asked:

i'm glad to know you're going to feel a little better after the surgery ❤ also congratulations for your 15k followers!!

the second i feel like my feet are feeing better one of them starts to act up ajdnsjd (but i looked at my left big toe and?? i think my cuticle is coming back so that’s a good sign! that means i don’t have to get my whole left big toe nail taken out! :’D)

also thank you so much aaa ;U; 💕💜💜💜


summary: punk!dan and pastel!phil, in which phil paints dan’s nails and tells him why he loves him.

tags: fluff, punk!dan, pastel!phil, high school, comfort 

word count: 2.2k

trigger warnings: probably swearing…? vague mentions of bullying (not physical), sad thoughts i guess

a/n: surprisingly, this doesn’t have much descriptive fluff (according to me), which is unusual for me cause i’m the fluff master, idk i just wanted to upload this so. inspo

“Have you ever had your nails done?”

Dan’s eyes drifted up from the novel he was reading to focus on Phil’s face. The black-haired boy stared down at him curiously, purple peonies and asters adorning his head and keeping the fringe out of his eyes. Other than the fact that Dan simply adored Phil’s flower crowns, he was glad he wore them so he could see the ocean that was his eyes. Dan grinned and nodded, and Phil rolled his eyes, combing his fingers through Dan’s fringe.

“Other than painting them black,” Phil scoffed, looking away.

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I feel so…light lately. So…excited for what is to come. Not really sure how to describe it, not sure what the proper words are, but I find myself smiling more than I have in a really long time and…I don’t think the way things have played out in the last few months are by chance. There is always a bigger plan at work and you know when you just feel…life’s magic? And the universe/God saying, “I see you. Trust me. You just wait.” Hm idk…it’s very…beautiful and gives me the chills

Today has been really beautiful and kind and lovely and this wonderful woman practically gave me a free manicure without the color on my nails but touched up my cuticles, etc. So, so so nice. 

I usually take off from running on Sundays but it was 40 degrees out and sunny today and too beautiful not to have my feet hit the ground

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Too Close Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, language, angst, feels, I’M SORRY

A/N: Please don’t kill me.

You tried to stay awake as Bucky carried you to the infirmary, but your body betrayed you. You could hear his voice as you succumbed to the darkness. “Y/N, stay awake. Y/N! Godddamn it!” You really did try, you were just so damn tired.. 

Having your airway cut off for a few minutes will do that to you.

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The Prince & The Falcon

Castiel’s dream is fulfilled when he is cast as a face character at Disney World, playing the first “Gay Prince” in the company’s history. Too bad he’s paired with Dean Winchester.
 Written for supernaturallynoble as part of my 1K fic giveaway (thank you so much for your patience). Partially based on this prompt


Castiel sits in the waiting area of the Disney World Casting Offices, twisting his sudoku book between his fingers. Since he was three-years-old and set foot on Main Street USA for the first time, Castiel has wanted to work at Walt Disney World. He didn’t care if it was as a cashier or a ride operator or the guy who cleans up the puke outside Space Mountain, he just wants to spend every day at the “Happiest Place on Earth”.

Hell, it was the reason he moved to Orlando in the first place.

Playing a Face Character though, was the dream, and when he heard about Disney’s first “Gay Princes”, he knew the role he wanted.

“The Prince and the Falcon” had, of course, been a major hit: A love story featuring the first openly homosexual couple in an animated Disney film. The story was rich and in-depth and the characters were flawed but ultimately likeable. There had been some backlash from family groups, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on the film’s success.

Castiel had scoured Disney’s casting site for months, hoping soon the notice would go up for either of the princes, Maurizio or Pietro. He’d almost given up hope when Gabe had showed up with a newspaper announcement.

He had prepared a song, just in case (“Go the Distance” from Hercules) and found a Beckett Monologue. His first audition was relatively basic, just a cattle call-style audition in front of a camera with a single scripted scene.

The second one was more extensive, lasting almost two hours, in which Castiel received actual direction. It also required a lot of improvisation since he was given no script for that round.

When he got his third callback, his roommate Gabriel had preemptively shoved a paper bag in his face in case of hyperventilating or vomiting.

Unlike the first two rounds, the waiting area this time is empty, save for one other guy. He looks much different from Castiel, with lighter hair and freckled golden skin. Castiel finds himself strangely fascinated with the guy. He’s has the good looks that you expect in a prince, but there is a rough edge to him as well that you see less often.

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This is the longest and healthiest my nails have been in my entire life, and I owe it to these products.

My nails have always been weak from being a nail biter (I have occasional relapses still) and have been peeling and splitting. I read this could be due to dryness, so I started religiously moisturizing my cuticles AND nails with Julep’s Mighty Serum before each manicure. This product alone is magical. Immediately better appearing cuticles with no greasiness and no need to even massage it in.

And once I found the Sensitive and Peeling formula of Nail Envy? Amazing! No peeling, no breaks, no splits. My nails have been bent and scraped (I’m a pediatric burn ICU nurse, so I’m tough on my hands) and the formula just keeps them so flexible and strong. The Original OPI Nail Envy never did anything for my nails, even made them worse. But this version, with vitamin E and jojoba oil, is perfect.

I’ve been loving how my natural nails look so much, I’ve been painting them less frequently and usually just have the Nail Envy on, but sometimes I prefer the natural look and add Essie Matte About You.

anonymous asked:

Since youre a sugar baby and you obviously take great pride in your appearance, could you please make a list of any beauty tips and products you use? Like basically your routine for stuff like hair, skin, etc?

of couuurse. just gonna reply to your ask with the tips, instead of making a post.

hair - i wash my hair every 2-3 days, using tresemme naturals. once a week, i deep condition with macadamia oil deep repair mask. if i have time, i’ll skip the macadamia mask and make my own deep conditioner (2 tablespoons of honey, 2 tablespoons of coconut oil. heat it up in a pan, put it in your hair while it’s still hot. throw your hair in a bun, wash it out after 30 minutes). i try not to use any heat on my hair, so i usually just towel dry my hair and put on sebastian’s potion 9, it makes my hair wavy/curly, soft, and seriously smells SO good.

face - i wash my face every day and night using purity by philosophy, after that i moisturize with hope in a jar by philosophy. i also own a clarisonic mia 2, which i use twice a week. i use a face mask once a week (usually when i’m deep conditioning my hair), it’s called glamglow super mud. and if i feel my skin is getting kind of dull, i’ll use korres wild rose and vitamin c sleeping facial.

side note - i’m sure we all know this, but seriously, don’t sleep in your makeup. remove it after the day is done, your skin will thank you.

body - soap & glory products everywhere. i’m addicted, they’re seriously so amazing. i use their flake away body scrub and slather on the righteous body butter after a shower, and i ALWAYS get compliments when i go out.

nails/feet - one of the first things i notice about someone is their hands/nails. like, i’m gonna think you’re a gross ass person if i can see dirt under your fingernails or if your nail polished is all fucked up and chipped lol. i’m sure we all know how to clip our nails, paint them, get em done, whatever. so i’m just gonna skip that. i exfoliate my hands and feet using the body scrub i mentioned earlier, as well as using the body butter on them. before i go to bed, i use bliss’ high intensity hand cream and cuccio cuticle oil (i’ve only used the pomegranate one so far, but it smells amazing). if for whatever reason you don’t have time to get a pedicure, i definitely recommend getting an amope perfect pedicure. 

i have no idea where to categorize this product, but if you want longer lashes, try out babe lash serum. this shit is my go to product.

if you have any question or want to know any other products i use, just message me.