mix all of them together and apply all over your face. Leave on for 10 to 15 minutes and wash your face with hot water.
(this one soothe skin and calm breakouts and irritation. And the best hangover cure)
mix 1 teaspoon of sea salt (use sea salt not table salt) with 3 tsp of hot water (if you use minarel water it would be better) in a bowl or cup stir until the sea salt is dissolved. mix in 2 tsp of aloe vera gel. Apply all over your face, leave on for 10 minutes and wash it gently.
(this one helps cleanse, soothe skin and reduce allergy symptoms)
2 tsp honey,1 tsp plain yogurt, 1 or 2 drop coconut oil, 1 drop lavender oil
mix them together and apply your face, leave on for 15 minutes and wash your face.
(this one calm breakouts, heals withered skin.rehydrates and renews skin)
1 tbsp milk, ¼ ripe avacado, 1 tsp oatmeal
mix them together and apply all over your face leave on for 15 to 20 minutes and wash your face with cold water.
I learned like a year ago that fluffernutters are supposedly just a new england thing and that’s been hecking with me ever since then so pls reblog with where ur from and if u know what a fluffernutter is this is for science
While we do ask that folks take a look at our tags, we still get a slew of questions on the same topics again and again, time after time. While we love helping (why else would we be here?), consider this the ultimate post of tag links for those topics we get asked about all the time, and have a hefty number of resources for already.
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Can you please do jealous!Budo sometime? I mean, yan-chan is pretty, she's sure to have some admirers... Sorryandthanks!! ((I LOVE your ayando art tho... Can I possibly see more of the art you've done? Sorry about your other account, by the way Q~Q))
Aaaah thank you so much //hugs you // Nah, no worries about it, I got used to having a new fresh blog now ;D May I combine 2 ideas ?
Cause Yandere Budo can totally be a jealous one … >B)
so when the ny times reports about duterte being practically responsible for over 7k random deaths in one year, in metro manila alone i might add, y’all r silent af
but one guy decides to write about his (again, very EXTREME) lifelong experience with his house help in the atlantic and suddenly y’all are up in arms???? suddenly the philippines is a relevant country and u suddenly KNOW EVERYTHING about what goes on here???
We received some non-spoilery questions so here are some non-spoilery answers!
Mod Ellipsis came up with the idea months ago. You can read her original short story that started it all here.
When we have time, yes! It will be after Asriel has a bit more screentime.
Ellipsis and Minty are from different parts of the USA. Nacho is from Ireland.
Asriel’s height was based on this piece of sepia art here.
We estimated that Asgore is probably around 9 feet tall, not including the horns. Interestingly enough, @bananeurysms did a more precise calculation and came up with the same result!
Since Asriel’s battle sprite appears a little shorter than Asgore
(if they were both standing straight), his height is scaled down from there. Then, since Asriel seems to have an association with the number eight,
8’ 8" seemed like a clever measurement.
Toriel is a bit shorter and Asgore is taller.
In this story, Chara fell into the Underground at age 13. “Rewrite” takes place one year later. Chara is 14 and Asriel is 16. Despite being two years older, Asriel certainly is sensitive, isn’t he?
She’s going to build one!
Nope. Chara only shaves their face. Chara isn’t hairy enough for the leg hair to be visible from these distances or this level of illustration detail. I based Chara’s hair thickness/appearance off of some real people I know. :)
Nacho: REALLY big gauntlets that make her hands look like giant claws
Minty: An impractically huge greatsword
Ellipsis: Some sort of long range magic
It’s only a LITTLE bit longer than in canon, haha~ The style is a reference to a very old doodle.
Sabriel for the ship who's who in the relationship thing :D
Who’s the cuddler: Gabriel 100%, and he’ll always get frustrated and try to deny it whenever Sam brings it up like “archangels are not cuddly, Sam,” as he’s practically clinging to him on the sofa like a koala.
Who makes the bed: Sam does, usually after physically dragging Gabriel’s lazy ass out of the blankets. (It’s like if you’ve ever tried to make a bed around a stubborn cat that doesn’t want to leave its spot)
Who wakes up first: Sam? I mean technically Gabriel doesn’t need sleep but somehow Sam will still be the one to actually want to get out of bed first.
Who has the weird taste in music: pfft, Gabriel.
Who is more protective: I’d say they’d both be really protective of one another, but Gabriel would be more of a “mother hen” when it comes to taking care of Sam after hunts, insisting on healing every minor injury he can find.
Who sings in the shower: Gabriel does. Sam finds it both annoying and adorable.
Who cries during movies: Sam will start to tear up if an animal dies, or if something reminds him of any of the friends and loved ones he’s lost over the years. Gabriel never teases him over this, especially since he’s the one who cried over Lilo and Stitch.
Who spends the most while out shopping: I mean, have you seen how expensive healthy food is?
Who kisses more roughly: they’re pretty evenly matched ;)
Who is more dominant: Sam. 100% Sam. And Gabriel (not so secretly) loves it.
Who gets jealous the most: Gabriel, oddly enough. I mean just look at Sam, who wouldn’t try to flirt with that? And Gabriel gets all defensive like “get your own moose, this one’s mine.”
One headcanon I have: Gabriel can’t cook. Like, at all. He still tries to make Sam breakfast from time to time though, only to produce the most burnt, unappetizing pancakes that anyone has ever seen. But hey, it’s the thought that counts.
Nicknames: Gabriel is the king of giving anyone and everyone nicknames, as much as it may have gotten on Sam’s nerves at first. Sam mostly sticks to calling Gabriel “Gabe”.
Every time i see that new art where Victor has his hat backwards with his fringe out the front I think of CF Victor???? Then my mind swaps out that plaid jacket for frat gear lol I thought u should know love your fics <3
Let’s see what it would look like if we swapped those plaid jackets (original image here) with Psi Omega Iota (from centripetal force) letter jackets….
The life of a
Pathfinder was nothing if not unpredictable. One moment Scott was helping to
gather some minerals on Elaaden, the next came an urgent summon to the Nexus or
a distress call from the resistance on Voeld. Still, even among all this
hecticness – or maybe because of it – he found comfort in establishing a small
routine, things repeated almost every single day that helped to ground him no
matter in which corner of the galaxy he was at the moment: ungodly amounts of
cereal for breakfast, the morning hug from Jaal, feeding the Pyjak forbidden
snacks behind Lexi’s back. And of course daily calls to Reyes, right before
Scott turned in for the night.
It felt nice to see
his lover’s face and hear his voice broadcasted through the infinite void, even
if that wasn’t nearly enough to fully quench the longing. They always chatted a
bit about what interesting happened to them and joked a little, exchanging
cheesy lines or bad puns. Sometimes the conversation took a turn into a naughty
territory when they hadn’t seen one another for a long time and were itching
for a release.
Scott adored their
talks, the time devoted to no one else but each other, the comforting assurance
that they both were alive and well, which wasn’t a given with the kind of
lifestyle they both lead.
Today Scott needed to
see Reyes more than ever.
Lying on the bed in
his quarters, one hand under his head, the other with the omni-tool in front of
his face, he told SAM to make the call.
Kadara,” he said as soon as his lover’s smiling face appeared on the display.
Reyes must have waited for the call because he picked up almost instantly.
“Ryder. How is my
favorite Pathfinder doing today?” he asked in an upbeat tone. But the
cheerfulness gradually faded from his face the longer he stared at Scott. He
could always read him like a book. “Are you okay?” His words were caring,
gentle, inspiring confidence and urging Scott to open up. And Scott needed that
kind of encouragement to pour his heart out, the certainty that he would be
“No. Not really,” he
sighed, using his omni-tool-free hand to rub at his temple. He wondered if he
looked as tired and dispirited as he felt.
Scott took a deep
breath and let the words flow.
“I was on Eos today
when I heard that some of the people from the outpost went to explore the
remnant ruins, even though I told them over and over again that it’s dangerous
and they should stay away. I drove there as fast as I could but…” Scott
paused, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were filled
with anguish. “I arrived too late. The remnants tore them all to shreds right
in front of me. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t save them. If only I was
“Scott, stop,” Reyes
interrupted him, adamant but still sympathetic. “You can’t blame yourself for
their stupidity. What happened wasn’t your fault.”
Scott heaved a sigh.
A heavy burden of guilt weighed on his chest, one that he just couldn’t shake
“I know. I know, but…” he paused, his
mournful eyes telling more than any words could ever do. “I wish you were here
with me right now,” he whispered, sounding hopeless and pathetic to his own
But Reyes looked at
him not with scorn, but with tenderness.
“I wish I was.”
The silence that fell
between them was full of tension, vibrating with the vastness of space between
them, the light years keeping them apart when the only thing they wanted was to
be in one another’s arms.
Reyes was first to
Scott couldn’t hide
his surprise when Reyes addresses the AI. Especially when SAM responded.
“Could you do
something for me?”
“Yes. As long as it will not go against my programming or against the
“No, it’s nothing
like that. Could you… could you make Scott feel as if I’m holding him? I
think he needs that.”
“What? Reye–” Scott
gasped when the sensation of being enveloped in a pair of strong arms spread
through his body. The pressure against his skin, the warmth, it all felt so
real. Scott’s throat clenched as he tried to rein in his emotions. He couldn’t
deny though that the weight on his chest became lighter.
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll
watch over you.”
Scott tried to
protest, but all it took was a little of gentle coaxing and he finally gave up.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep quicker than he would imagine, safe in the
Reyes dawdled with
ending the call, observing how Scott’s chest moved steadily with every breath
he took, the expression on his face peaceful at last.
“SAM?” he asked once
“Can you help me with
something one more time?”
“With what, Reyes?”
“Tell me where will
you be touching down in the morning.”
* * *
Of all the things Scott expected to find at the next port, Reyes, who
had apparently flown like a madman entire night to get there before him, wasn’t
one of them. Surprised, touched and happy, Scott was glad to confirm that no
sensory substitute of a hug could compare to the real thing given freely and
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