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so there’s this terrible spotify ad (i don’t have premium because unemployed. boo) from biore, about their ridiculous nose strips, and i want to throw something across the room every damn time i hear it. FIRST OFF, those “blackheads” on your nose usually aren’t even blackheads, they’re sebaceous filaments. if your skin is properly washed and exfoliated, then they’re not dirt, they’re supposed to be there. they’re just going to come back and biore KNOWS THAT, so they have that awful ad telling you that they look “dirty” and disgusting (their words!!! idk about the word disgusting but i know they used dirty and the entire ad is very very self esteem-killing) so you’ll keep on buying the damn nose strips for a fake condition that isn’t going to go away. you can diminish their appearance using AHA exfoliants, but they will be back within 24-48 hours if you try to remove them.

in other words: fuck you and your predatory scam, biore. throw out ur biore strips guys.

I NEVER KNEW THIS IF ONLY SOMEONE TOLD ME WHEN I WAS 12 I MAY NOT HAVE DEVELOPED DERMATILLOMANIA.

FOR FUCKING REAL

From the Wiki article on sebaceous filaments: “Unlike blackheads, however, they cannot be removed and are a permanent part of the human skin.”

This has honest to god changed my life okay thank you OP thank you so much

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I wish I knew this because I’ve spent so much time in the bathroom trying to pick them, which only resulted in bloodying my nose up. My mom told me they were black heads and that I wasn’t washing properly which upset my greatly. But thanks to this, I now know that I can stop picking at it and stop feeling terrible about having them. Thank you.

Reblog to save a nose

See, I actually DO get blackheads in and around my nose. But I’d rather back the natural oil and filaments drawing the oil out of my skin, than clogging up my open pores with primer or whatever. 

It CAN be helpful for makeup, to get a really even surface to work with… but you’ll pay for it in breakouts and angry skin if you’re using cheap foundation. Often even if you’re using GOOD foundation. 

Please love your skin. Invest in proper skin care and moisturizer, clean your face appropriately to your skin type, and love yourself. They’re doing their best to keep you healthy, it’s not disgusting. You’ll get infections and breakouts if you try to remove them too hard or too often.

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anyone else upset that they’re trying to give robots ugly, uncanny valley human faces instead of daft punk heads or tv heads

When trying to make an expressive robot head, this:

or this:

Looks good.

This:

is also perfectly acceptable.

However this:

is the stuff of nightmares.

You’re never going to make it look human, stop trying. Make it look obviously inhuman in a way that looks good instead of diving further and further into the crevasse of Things That Should Not Be.

same thing with prosthetics TBH, this shit looks simply bad and pitiful 

This however looks cool and enhanced, I think way fewer people would look at this with pity

I once spoke to a girl with a prosthetic who was pretty excited about the new possibilities, she said people always see her as a broken human, as someone who is not complete, while she sees herself as a fully functional cyborg, and I found it quiet powerful. 

Yeah, I recall the tale of a pair of servicemen, a man and woman who lost opposite arms. They gave them these very functional prototype prosthetics that use peroxide steam to work, but the artificial skin was hideous. They both independently stopped putting the skin on the arm and were happy to just glue pads to the fingers to grip with and walk around with a Terminator looking skeletal metal arm.

Gosh damn, that leg is absolutely gorgeous!

The key to good prosthetics is to embrace that they aren’t a real arm/leg but still perfectly good and useful instead of trying to make it a cheap imitation of a human limb.

The only issue with doing that is that the cover is designed to keep dirt and grime out of the moving parts…. so having a decorative or clear cover is much better than no cover at all. 

My Collected Bellamort Works

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Here’s a list of all my Bellatrix/Voldemort fanfic currently online.

A Silver Splintered River – Bellatrix receives a very peculiar gift for her twenty-first birthday – the kind that transports her, along with Lord Voldemort, to 1920s Paris. In the midst of Grindelwald’s ascent and while trying to unravel the mystery of the cursed “gift,” Voldemort becomes more than Bellatrix’s lord and master. Rated M. Complete. ~75,000 words.

Desiccated and Drowning – 1970. A curse from Dumbledore in battle drains Voldemort of his magic. Weakened and powerless, he hides in his home with the one Death Eater who tagged along with him from battle – Bellatrix Black. With enough time and enough wine, the crippled Voldemort starts to see some value in the reverent Bellatrix… and she’s certainly willing. Bellamort. Rated M. Complete. ~58,000 words.

Her Cruel and Angry Bones – After bickering with a Muggle-born, Bellatrix loses her temper and instinctively uses the Cruciatus Curse at Hogwarts. Expelled, facing permanent seizure of her wand, Bellatrix is saved by a bargain manipulated by Voldemort, who wants to forge this cruel child into a soldier. As his ward, under house arrest at Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix becomes more than she could have ever imagined. Rated M. Complete. ~160,000 words.

Provocation – He always felt like he was seconds away from breaking, like the slightest provocation would do him in. He hadn’t watched her dance since then. One-Shot accompanying Chapter 13 of my Bellatrix/Voldemort epic Her Cruel and Angry Bones. Rated M. Complete. ~2,000 words.

Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free – Desperate to escape life with the alcoholic Cygnus Black, Bellatrix seeks help from the shadowy Lord Voldemort – an old school friend of her father’s. Voldemort offers to control Cygnus’ behavior and delay Bellatrix’s betrothal to Rodolphus Lestrange in exchange for a favor – Bellatrix must be his date to an upcoming Pureblood wedding. What could possibly go wrong? Rated M. Complete. ~53,000 words.

Robbers’ Retreat – She was someone else’s wife, and he was Lord Voldemort. He had no time or space or energy to think about her. And, anyway, she was married. But here he was, staring into a fire, remembering the warm softness of her skin beneath his palm and wide shimmer of her dark eyes. Rated M. Complete. ~54,000 words.

One is One and All Alone – Sequel to Robbers’ Retreat – read that first! Having gotten rid of Rodolphus, married Bellatrix, and helped her through the excruciating process of creating a Horcrux, Lord Voldemort finds there’s more to being a family man/aspiring dictator than he’d ever anticipated. Jealousy, possessiveness, greed, lust, and a thirst for power combine to snarl his climb. Rated M. Complete. ~62,000 words.

The Night Has Gone and Taken – Part III of the Songs of Bellamort Series – Sequel to Robbers’ Retreat/One is One and All Alone. Lord Voldemort is threaded up more tightly with Bellatrix than he could have ever imagined. But even as he ascends to power and absorbs his freshly forged bond, he and Bellatrix endure one catastrophe after another. As the world crashes down around them, can they survive together? Rated M. Complete. ~30,000 words.

Shields Before Hearts – "Dumbledore’s a coward just the same.“ “I reckon he always will be, Master,” Bellatrix said softly. “He always flees these duels because he is afraid. He’s afraid of you . They’re all afraid of you.” Voldemort gave her a withering look. “The least he could do is give me the opportunity to stand over his corpse and admire my work. I don’t ask for much.” Bellamort One-Shot. Complete. ~2,000 words.

Wars and Warlords – It was meant to stay purely physical. She was just here to serve his body’s whims, to satisfy the basest urges he might possess. And she was more than willing. But nothing ever stays purely physical. The human parts always creep in. Rated M. Complete. ~53,000 words.

The Stronger and Stranger It Becomes – 1971. Bellatrix Lestrange is incapacitated and Obliviated by an Auror during a battle in Scotland. When Lord Voldemort realises just how extensive the damage is to her memory, he knows he’ll have to work hard to regain his most ferocious little warrior. Along the way, an unsettling magnetism between the two develops, which proves to be… particularly problematic. Rated M. Complete. ~50,000 words.

The Most Useful of Them All – "She may prove the most useful of them all, Voldemort thought, and he suddenly realised that it did not matter whether Bellatrix Black married Rodolphus Lestrange. Her devotion was obvious, and Voldemort intended on capitalising fully upon it. He would make Bellatrix Black his.“ HP and Cursed Child canon-compliant Bellamort tale spanning the decades of their relationship. Rated M. Complete. ~107,000 words.

The Ninth Chime of the Seventh Hour – January 1996. Bellatrix Lestrange is among those broken out of Azkaban. But the Bellatrix who emerges from prison is a sprightly nineteen-year-old who fell asleep in 1970 and woke up in a cell ten days before the breakout. How will the resurrected Voldemort handle the presence of this ghost, this witch who has not yet lived all the things that mattered? Rated M. Complete. ~110,000 words.

Seventeen Going on Eighteen – Summer 1969. Bellatrix’s behavior at her father’s birthday party reminds Voldemort a bit too keenly of the age difference between them. One-shot to accompany Troublemaker. Complete. ~1,600 words.

Troublemaker – Autumn 1968 – Bellatrix has come of age and pledged herself to the Dark Lord. With the help of a charmed journal, she’ll be Voldemort’s eyes and ears at Hogwarts during her last two years of school – if she can stay out of trouble long enough to be of any use. Slow burn, novel-length Bellamort. Part I of completed Troublemaker series. Rated M. Complete. ~80,000 words.

The Little Boy and the Old Man – Voldemort started to make his way through the sitting-room, knowing it was only a matter of time before a small army showed up to hunt him down. Suddenly he stopped, staring intently at the tarnished mirror on the wall. He was young again. Part II of the Troublemaker Series. Complete. ~100,000 words.

A Beast Unto Ourselves – 1971. MACUSA is on the brink of chaos. Lord Voldemort is cementing his rule with Bellatrix at his side. With linked minds and twinned souls, the twisted love story of the Troublemaker series continues. Part III of Troublemaker Series. Complete. ~60,000.

And Meaner Creatures Kings – 1973. Lord Voldemort’s reign is solidified and respected around the world. Bellatrix – eternally youthful and beautiful – is beloved and feared. But after creating five Horcruxes, the Dark Lord’s body is paying the price for his deeds. Now it’s a race against time to find answers to keep him in reigning form. Part IV of the Troublemaker Series. Complete. ~55,000 words.

Unable Are the Loved to Die – 1975. Voldemort has been in power for years. He and Bellatrix have a strongly-established mental link. They have Horcruxes. And now that Voldemort knows the Elder Wand is his, only one power stands between him and true invincibility. Part V and conclusion of the Troublemaker Series. Complete. ~40,000 words.

The Best Sort of Blunder – After a drunken encounter in his office on New Year’s Eve of 1969, Lord Voldemort realises that his youngest Death Eater and Hogwarts spy is going to seem and behave a bit differently. Has he crossed a Rubicon that can’t be uncrossed, or will Bellatrix become the best sort of blunder? In-Progress. ~10,000 words.

If you’ve been missing The Most Useful Of Them All as I have, here it is!!!

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Harry isn’t quite out of his teens when it fully hits him—the war, the blood and the guts spread across the corridors of Hogwarts, the screams and sobs, the nightmares, the shadows that never seem to leave him.

It’s too much.

He gets a flat in London—Muggle London. Hermione and the Weasleys give him space. Kingsley ensures the wizarding world gives him privacy. Not that some aren’t reluctant. Rita Skeeter releases articles every day, wondering when their Boy Who Lived will return.

But Harry doesn’t see those articles.

He tries to forget who he is for awhile.

His flat is cozy. He stuffs it with plants and paintings and books. He has a cat (or three). He wears sweaters and blazers with corduroy pants. He goes to the market every morning to buy fruits and vegetables. That’s where he meets the kindly old woman who lives down the street.

She lived through World War II and so many other wars, wars that Harry has never experienced but can only imagine.

She goes to his house and she goes to hers. There’s always tea and small cakes and dinners and cocoa—apparently she believes that a teenager needs cocoa—and baking and reading and knitting.

Harry uses magic to brew the cocoa one day, not realizing that she’s standing in the doorway. She calms him by telling him that she knows all about magic. 

Their conversations shift after that. They talk about their favorite creatures and how hard it was to watch them perish before their eyes. They talk about the wall that seemingly gave way to let them enter the magical world. They talk about lions and friends and family and love and betrayals and life and death.

“When did you leave?” Harry asks one day.

She pauses, a hand resting on his cat’s head. After a moment, she looks up with a heaviness in her eyes, a heaviness that Harry sees when he looks in the mirror everyday. 

“I was young,” she says. “Younger than you are now. But I had already grown up. I didn’t want to leave, not really, but it became too much.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Some days I do, some days I don’t.” 

“Yeah…”

It’s a few months later, when he’s helping her shovel the first snow from her walkway, that he asks, “Did you ever try going back?”

“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t,” she says, shoving a cup of cocoa into his hands. “I was shut out as soon as I hesitated.”

He pauses, nearly dropping the cocoa, before whispering, “That’s horrible.”

“What about you?” She escorts him inside, her cane tapping against the floor that he’s magically heated to warm her feet. “Would you be welcomed back?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harry says. “Til they turn on me because they don’t like the color of my shirt or because I sneezed the wrong way or because—you name it.”

She laughs and he smiles.

“Imagine that,” she softly says. “Rulers of our worlds and we’re not even allowed in them.”

“Imagine that.”

He does go back to the wizarding world, of course, but he never forgets his London flat. He visits the street from time to time, knowing that Susan Pevensie will be there, ready to push a cup of cocoa into his hands.