#Homemade makeup remover

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how do makeup remover cloths work ?

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OHHH ANOTHER THOUGHT!!!!!!!

idk how the porn community works HALSJKS but if its a thing to like ….. ship them ig??? … how would rafe react to r’s video with another dude being posted on twitter (maybe the first vid she’s made since her vid with rafe) and everyone’s in the comments being like “omg yas this is so hot!!!” “omg this is so much better than her and rafe!!” BALJEKS IDK

the first time someone’s talked negatively about him and it’s actually effected him 😅 he doesn’t like this ego being bruised

It was rare that Rafe checked social media, he just didn’t care about what people thought. He was pornstar and was used to being judged for his career choice and especially for the brutal way he fucked his costars. It was the Twitter notification he got though, with his name and your name tagged along with someone else’s who he didn’t know that caught his attention.

He opened the video, his blue eyes darkening as soon as he saw what it was. It was some nobody with a dick half the size of his, trying to make you cum. He could tell by the moans you were giving that it was all an act, and it ignited something in him he didn’t like. Watching another man fuck you, even if it was your job wasn’t something he particularly was a fan of. He had always loved pussy and money, and never once thought of ever quitting his rather successful porn career for anyone, until you started occupying his mind all day every day. He just couldn’t bring himself to end it yet, his addiction to sex and money way too deep.

As he went to exit out the app, a comment caught his eye. “Wow. She’s a pro at taking dick.” He scoffed as he read it out loud. What dick were you takin? That clown was the size of a pinky compared to him. It was the next one down that had his head raging in a way he had never experienced. ‘Her and @therafecameron video was weak compared to this. 🤣’ He seethed, these stupid idiots comments getting to him and bruising his extremely high ego. His knee bounced rapidly, thumb at the edge of his mouth as his mind raced wildly.

It was the phone, turned into landscape mode as Rafe’s long arm aimed it down to let it capture you taking dick. His free hand was wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back as he drilled into you at a brutal speed. The makeup you had on was smeared, tears streaming down your sparkly cheeks as he had some point to prove. He didn’t exactly say what, but it was a chance to get fucked by the man you were becoming obsessed with.

“Who’s fucking dick are you takin?” Rafe asked, his voice dripping venom as he yanked your head to make you look at him. His blue eyes, peered down at you in a predatory manner as he forced you to give him an answer.

The answer you gave was incoherent, your words coming out in babbles as an insane amount of pleasure was taking over your body. Your eyes rolled back, his huge dick tearing you apart as he wrapped his fist around your hair even harder. The phone that was recording the raw homemade scene was now shoved in your face, his hand on your head forcing you to look at the lens.

You were still so pretty, completely cock drunk off his monstrous ways as you were being his good personal whore. He leaned down, mustache brushing over your ear as he looked at the camera. It was quite a sexy sight to see his wild hair and striking blue iris’s making eye contact with the phone. “Tell them who’s dick your fuckin takin.” He spoke lowly, eyes watching your face through the screen. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I swear you’ll fucking regret it.” He gritted out, toned hips slapping against yours.

You cried out, his hand removing itself from your head to force your chin to look at the camera. You had no choice but to let out a loud whine, screaming the man’s name that you just wanted as yours. “Rafe Cameron! I’m t-takin Rafe Cameron’s dick!” Your voice cracking as you clamped down onto his cock.

As soon as heard that, a smirk came to his face and his nuts tightened. He tilted your chin towards him, sloppily kissing you with his tongue as the camera caught something Rafe never did with anyone. If the kissing wasn’t enough to make people a little shocked, it was that he posted it to his Twitter account, caption reading ‘The only dick that can get her screaming 😱 remember the fucking name bitches.’

[yan-randomfandom]

Hiii baby! Can I request Jinx, Cait and if you do Maddie (all separately) w/ a gf who is dose very crafty/homemade makeovers?

Hear me out- why spend money on a cut & color, new piercing, nails ect when your hg can do it for you herself?? (I just grew up poor and had to learn😭😭)

Jinx, Caitlyn, & Maddie with a crafty girlfriend headcanons!!

a/n: omg its so nice that you rose up & learned em😭 such a fun request! this one is written before act 3

I didn't proofread or edit so please feel free to point out anything that's bothering you 😭

also this might be ooc.... im so sorry if it is😔

Let's go and start with ...

🌀

Jinx

Jinx has an established style with her neon painted nails, twin braids, inventions, and everything in her possession. An endearing fashion sense, even if some think it looks ridiculous lmaooo

With Jinx being an artisan and artist herself, you both find being creative a common ground in your relationship!

Makeovers anytime, anywhere. No need to find professionals when you have your girlfriend right here! It's a give and take relationship for sure. I imagine it'd be so fun and full of laughs 😩

Also I think you guys will inspire each other back and forth lolol

Having an art block and you don't like it? Ask the other for help!

And if you're both having art blocks? Well, Jinx will take you out on vastly different spots until you find what you're looking for. It's a great way to bond, and sightseeing is nice (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

When you're exploring new styles, and you aren't doing it on Jinx, she would love to simply watch you work. It has some sort of calming effect on her, especially if you're rambling while doing it.

If she sees something of your art that she likes, she might just copy you in her style! Kind of like how Jinx did that makeup when she was in Vi's apartment or something

Although don't be surprised if you wake up and see your face horrendously painted in the morning 😔

You can't even revenge because she sleeps with one eye open, I fear

☄️

Caitlyn

MAN. I feel like you'd have to beg Caitlyn for even the simplest makeovers. She looks so plain rn (in the style way) or am I just blind 😭

You suppose it makes sense. She looks so perfect and you keep giving compliments. Like, why is she so pretty?? There's just so many possibilities you can do with her appearance!!

But, sadly, she doesn't let you give her makeovers much. Not that she doesn't like your work, she respects it and adores it, but arts isn't exactly her thing.

I think make-up of any kind would probably feel uncomfortable for her. Plus it would be a hassle to remove it, she would say.

What you can do is give her hair a trim. A perfect line, as much as possible. She comes to you when her hair feels longer, or more damaged, than usual. Granted, it can be boring, but you're just glad you're doing something for her.

Another thing is that you can choose outfits for her. You can doll her up anytime as long as you don't take too long picking combinations!

If she has time, she'll probably let you paint her nails. Make sure she doesn't regret it, or else she might never let you again.

She'd buy anything you want, by the way. Money isn't a problem for her. So you technically have unlimited supplies, thank goodness, 'cause sometimes they can be so expensive.

You jokingly tell her that even if you break up, if she ever changes her mind about getting something, she'll come to you. Absolute dibs on Caitlyn!!

🍯

Maddie

I feel like Maddie has never really delved into bodily artworks, since she spent most of her time studying about laws and stuff.

Like,, do we agree on the motion that she cut her hair so she doesn't have to deal with it 😭 Less weight during missions too

So when her amazing girlfriend happens to be passionate about creatives? Oh, boy, she's going to be filled with curiosity.

She'll allow you to do anything you want to her, as long as it isn't permanent. In fact, she's super enthusiastic about it, always trusting the process and seeing the result.

You're so creative that it's impressive!! Even if it isn't your best work, she always finds a way to praise you 😭

She'd love to watch you work as well, but she's not exactly the quiet type 🥲

Expect a whole bunch of questions. "What's that for?" "Why are you putting that?" "Ooh, that technique looks complicated. How—"

One of your quality time is definitely you trying to teach her new things. Let her paint your nails, do your hair, and anything that can make you both happy.

If you make clips or whatnot, you definitely try to overload her fluffy hair with decoration. You try different hairstyles possible with that length of hers.

Sometimes, you catch her playing around with your make-up alone. It almost always ends with you fixing it up for her 😭

you, showing your new haircut (it looks horrible): yoooo isn't this so rizzing

jinx: hell yeah

caitlyn: you are not going out like that. go get your unnecessary amount of hair extensions and choose from there

maddie: hell yeah

[darlingbabyboo]

Hiii! To begin with I just wanna say that I love ur work and the way you write, it's literally the highlight of my day! <3 Can I request fluffy headcanons about the kawata twins? ( because we all know those two babies are super underrated and it's such a mood-killer to not be able to find any good fics about them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ) Seriously, the amount of fics about them is SO limited that I'm desperate at this point :') Thank you in advance! ❤️

Fluffy Headcanons w/ Souya and Nahoya Kawata!

It's so true, these two are criminally underrated and they're such good characters and I love them with all my heart my god. Thank you so much <3 for the compliments and sorry that I'm doing this so late. I already did something similar with Angry, so his section might be a little shorter than Smiley!

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Okay I know you want fluff but Smiley was ranked number 3 from Top Worst Boyfriends 😭😭😭

He was ranked number 2 from the Best Runners and that's bcs he's so good at running away from his problems

He is a little bitch and a menace to society

You want attention?

He wants to go the mall and pretend you don't exist

You want affection?

Well he wants to go to bed leave him alone :/

You want a cutesy petname?

Isn't babe good enough for you?

He has a whole lotta issues okay and he is not the best at giving you the attention that you deserve

He's also a little mean tbh

Just because you think your sweater is cute doesn't mean he does 🤨

He's also shitty with comforting you

He sees you crying and he just stares at you 😐

This sounds really bad so far but the thing about Smiley is that when he commits to someone he fucking commits

He knows that he's not the best (Angry loves reminding him that everyday) but he really fucking tries

Yeah he's jackshit at comforting you at first but when he realizes that you're obsessed he'll do his best to make you feel better

Homemade food to make you feel better, saying sweet words to you or just staying by your side so you know that he won't leave your side

He's your ride and die

He knows that he might be harsh too and balances with sweetness

He might not like sweater but ig you guys can go to the mall and you can get whatever you want or smth, you want a manicure sure whatever you want, of course you can get that shirt you look great in it whatever it's no big deal 🙄

He loves you okay he's not the best at expressing all the time but you're everything to him ❤️

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Boyfriend goals 😍

He's a worshipper okay, you're not just his partner you are his god

He will do anything for you

Hungry?

Five course homemade meal already made

Tired

Lay down, the bed's made, the pillow's cold and the blankets are fluffy

Are you stressed for your test?

All day study buddy right here, doesn't even care if he doesn't understand what you're studying, he's gonna do the best he can to support you

If you wear makeup I 100% believe Angry would be the type of person to help remove your makeup after a long day

He's also the type to ask a million questions while you're doing makeup it can be a bit irritating but it's coming from a sweet place

Loves stuffed animals and is willing to share the love

Gifts you stuffies all the time (his favourite is the conger eel, that's so cute I love him too much ❤️❤️❤️)

You two would have dates where you bring your favourite stuffies or where you chill on each other's bed with your stuffies 🤗🤗🤗

His brother makes fun of him for how whipped he is and while he's a little embarrassed, he is not ashamed of you

Why would he be embarrassed you're perfect, who wouldn't worship you 🥰

[katsukikitten]

Finding out Enjin is a womanizer after today's chapter and immediately thinking of him seeking out women at a seedy host club produced this. Enjoy ~

“We can let your lipstick stain somewhere else ya know.” Enjin gives his lazy half smile, smoke tendrils escaping from between his teeth like a dragon, while his thumb swipes at the black lip mark you left on his glass. He presses the pad of his thumb to his lips, smearing just a bit of the makeup onto his mouth. 

You're used to his forwardness, used to his flirtatious behavior and overhearing the womanizer spew the same lines to all the other girls in the club. Most men did the same but for some reason Enjin made it difficult to ignore his charm. 

And it certainly didn't help he always came back to you. If you'd come in late he'd excuse himself from his current woman to come slide into his usual spot or if he came in and spotted you he'd stand looming behind your client until they got the hint to move. 

“Can we?” Giggling playfully, taking another sip of your own drink now, you wanted to steal some of his since it was heavy handed, that and you knew your lipstick drove him mad. 

“I can look but I can't touch, remember.” Boney knuckles barely grazing under your soft chin before he's pulling away with a devilish smile. 

His smoke dangling from his lips, the paper starting to collect the homemade lipstick around the filter. The ember bobs dangerously with each word he speaks but it wouldn't be Enjin if he didn't live life a little dangerously. Golden eyes flickering to the muscle at the door to emphasize the company's motto even if you knew he could take on man with ease. 

“The rules don't say anything about me touching you. So where would you want me to leave pretty little stains at?” Smiling up at him with long lashes and pretty tits that you push together. The lowlight of the club still catches over the sparkling glitter that's on your soft skin. 

He allows himself a moment to look at your tender breasts, at your collar and throat. Thinks about his teeth sinking in and how your skin would give the same as a peach. 

“Maybe…” His thumb swipes more of your lipstick from your glass, thumb pressing against his jaw like a stamp, “Here.”

Removing his cigarette with his free hand, placing it onto the ashtray where it's sure to burn and smothering itself with its mile long ash, forgotten just like your inhibitions. 

“Or maybe here.” Pressing the pad of his thumb like a stamp again, right over his slow steady pulse before he brings it down to what little of his chest is exposed to you, “Or here.”

Palm of his hand sliding down his oversized shirt smoothly, stopping just over the seat of his baggy pants. Yet still you could see the outline of him, watch it grow as he lets his hand hover. Eyes flickering up to him only to see his gaze lidded. Hazed the same as those rare occasions he smoked a sweeter smelling cigarette. He's focused solely on you and your reactions, likes how your eyes widen at his growth, how you holding his gaze as if his eyes were two golden coins. 

“Maybe here.” Pressing his thumb over the tip of his clothed cock with a low hiss. Before he moves his hand back up his body, pushing up his shirt some to expose his lower abdomen, pushing down the waist of his pants, underwear and belt to reveal a thick patch of blonde and the thick beginning of his shaft barely visible. 

Pressing his thumb firmly, his cock twitching as you watch with hungry eyes. His breath fanning on the shell of your ear as he lets his naturally low voice wash his hot desires over you. Hoping you pick up on everything he's thought about since he first laid eyes on that pretty mouth of yours. 

“I think I'd like it best here.” 

[sarrsqz]

Back to Clarity

My tragic girl 😔

Interview with the Vampire: Claudia de Pointe du Lac x Reader

This was made with the idea of being platonic but could also be read with romantic undertones I suppose. I just wanted to give her some love because no one really talks about her on here.

Takes place in season two - Paris, 1950.

Word count: 1.2k

Claudia's hand shook as she leaned her head against it. Her leg bounced against the wooden floor, slightly heeled shoe making a soft clicking sound each time. Her skin felt colder than usual, bare elbows resting on the vanity in front of her. Her face scrunched up in irritation at the sounds of the audience cheering and clapping for those on stage.

She cursed herself as the coven played with her storyline, her insecurities. The fact that her existence was an abomination was humorous to them. They found joy in mocking her right to her face.

She had spent so long finding other vampires. Her determination constantly tested at every dead-end and suicide she was forced to witness. Finding the Parsian Coven had been a dream come true for her. A way to find true purpose. To be surrounded by other vampires who saw her as more than a child. More than their child.

But she was met with the same resistance as before. A group of centuries old vampires who saw her as a mistake. Who found pleasure in exploiting her.

The various ruffles and laced parts of the outfit she was forced to wear itched and burned her skin. She reached to the collar of the blue dress, pulling at the fabric like she was pulling off a second skin.

She craved to hear the stitching be torn out of the homemade dress. Desired to watch the fabric curl in on itself in a pit of fire, or watch it dissolve in a tank of acid. Anything to destroy any remnants of a connection she has with it.

Her eyebrows drew together, knitting in a tight line of frustration and humiliation. Her lips quivered when she finally took in the appearance of her face. The face of a teenage girl, decked out in blue eyeshadow and faux freckles stared back at her. She felt her breathing get deeper, harsher.

Her red eyes scanned over the mirror's reflection, hands stopping their clawing movements against the dress. The sounds faded out behind her. They sounded miniscule, unimportant as she blankly took in her makeup covered face. The face of a girl who should've died forty-three years ago.

Her fingers moved to her face, erratically smudging away the makeup. It smeared together, blending into inharmonious colors against her skin. Her red eyes seemed to be brighter in contrast to the ugly smudges on her face, breathing in deeply to restrict her true emotions which were threatening to break through the surface.

"Makeup pads are over there, y'know."

Claudia's head snapped over her neck, hands tensing while still being held out in front of her. You took in her face, the vulnerability expressed underneath all that rage.

You were leaning against a wooden pillar in the middle of the room, arms loosely crossed over your chest. You looked at her blankly.

"Oh, really? How quaint." She responded after a second of hesitation, voice bitter. She turned back around in her seat and crossed her arms in her lap. Her eyes refused to meet the mirror in front of her. She pushed her embarrassment down, replacing it with defiant rage. It continued to build as she heard you walking over to Estelle's dresser. "Shouldn't you be out there? Playing out those fantasies of yours?"

You pushed in the dresser's cabinet with your hip after grabbing what you need, smiling to yourself at the sound of her accent. You've yet to visit America, but it seems just as bland as the rest of the mortal run world. At least here you have some of your kind.

"I'm not on today." You placed the makeup pads on her vanity after responding vaguely. Claudia glared at them while picking at her nails. While she was desperate to remove any childlike addition they gave her for the performance, she refused to accept your aid. "I don't need your help. I'm not a kid." She spat, looking back at you as you sat down near her at another vanity. You crossed one leg over the other, leaning closer to the mirror and adjusting a piece of your hair.

"I didn't say you were."

"Felt like it."

Her response was quick, practiced. She's had this conversation before. Whether it be mortals or vampires, she was never deemed as an equal in their eyes. She learned that the hard way.

Your arm fell to the table, head turning to look at her. It was silent for a moment. Just you and her staring at each other. Her face seemed to be set in a permanent snarl.

Claudia's walls were high. They had to be. After everything she'd gone through, she had no other options but to close everyone out. Her struggles were just that -- hers. No one else understands her pain. The curse of immortality in a body that restricted growth and true experiences. Unable to bond with neither mortal nor vampire, the former seeing her as a child and latter seeing her as an atrocity.

"It's just makeup, Claudia." Your voice was soft, although detached in Claudia's eyes. "Don't let it define you."

"Oh. It's that easy, huh?" Her eyebrows shot up, egging you on in a sarcastic manner. She sat up in her seat, breathing heavily, hands placed firmly on the sides of the chair she sat on after uncrossing them.

More silence spread between the two of you. The only sounds came from the audience, entertained beyond belief at the various acts the coven put on for them.

Your face was blank, calmly looking over Claudia's defensive expression. You turned your head back to the mirror after a moment.

"You're not gonna say nothing?" Claudia asked while leaning forward more, bewilderment mixing with anger taking over her face. Her curled hair fell over her shoulders, hanging in the air while she awaited a response from you.

She waited for you to say something you couldn't take back. Something to confirm her suspicions that finding other vampires had been futile, and that no one in the coven truly respected her. But secretly, a small part of her craved your words to be the exact opposite. To find someone who could accept her -- to prove Lestat wrong.

To prove herself wrong.

You looked back at her, sitting up in your seat as well. Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced to the wooden floor for a moment before looking back at Claudia. "It's not about them. It's about you. You deserve more than this bitterness... you know that don't you?"

Claudia's eyes widened slightly, a sense of ease replacing the heavy feeling in her chest. Her eyes scanned your face, looking for a lie, a ploy. Something to convince her to crawl back into her well-built safety net.

"Here," your voice cut through her thoughts. You reached forward for the makeup pads, grabbing a nearby makeup removal serum to place on them. "Let me help you, Claudia."

Her nails picked at the wooden chair she was sitting on. She let you wipe off the smudges, remove the ribbons from her hair -- bringing her back to clarity.

A sense of equality stemmed between you both. Claudia could almost feel her walls crumbling with each wipe of the makeup pads.

Being wrong never felt better.

[koolaidoverwriting]

GENERAL HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Ticci Toby, Lyra Rogers, Connie Rogers

This post follows their life before the incident, during it and after.

CW: Childhood Abuse, Bullying, Death

TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS

From the ages eight to fifteen, Toby was homeschooled. He was removed from school in the first place due to bullies, but he came back in the fall of his Sophomore year.

Toby's skin is sunkissed — freckles speckled everywhere.

He bit off all his fingernails. To prevent him from biting his fingers more, Connie gave him gloves.

Toby liked riding his bike around the neighbourhood with his sister.

Toby was protective of Lyra. He took most of the hits from their father, even when Lyra told him not to.

His favourite season is the summer. He loves watermelons, oranges, and cold drinks (especially lemonade).

He is a foodie. He'll try anything he sees, even if it doesn't look that appetising. His favourite food is waffles — especially waffles with caramel syrup.

He's not a good artist in the slightest, but he enjoys doodling on himself with pens and markers.

Toby goes by "Ticci Toby" as a way to reclaim it from his bullies and also to poke fun at them. The kid you made fun of years ago is now a serial killer. Fun how that works.

When the car crash happened, he was only sixteen years old. Lyra's death caused Toby to become less restrained and he stopped allowing people to walk over him.

Toby doesn't regret killing his father, but he does regret leaving his mother.

He received his cheek gash from the car crash. He had already bitten his cheek to a certain extent and the crash worsened it.

Toby can drive, but he prefers not to during the winter.

LYRA MEREDITH ROGERS

Lyra was three years older than Toby. Before the incident happened, she was starting college as a Marketing major.

She was a prep/y2k girly. She had a good eye for fashion and designed her own clothes in her free time.

When they were younger, Lyra would dress up Toby and do his makeup.

In highschool, Lyra took choir. She also did volleyball. Lyra was pretty and popular; she was a gifted honours kid. Despite this, she frequently argued with her mother over trivial things.

At times, she snuck out to go to places with her friends, asking Toby to cover for her.

Her favourite fruit was peaches. She had peach scented lotions and perfumes.

Lyra took a bunch of polaroid pictures. There was a scrapbook in her room filled with pictures of her, her family, and her friends.

She made attempts to reason with her parents about getting a divorce, but that only grew tensions in the family. Lyra knew more than she let on in front of Toby.

When Lyra's annoyed, she likes to leave the house. Usually drives around the streets.

During the car crash, Lyra was driving very fast. She was heated at the moment, distressed because she had fought with her parents prior to driving. Toby told her to slow down, but she didn't listen.

If Lyra hadn't died, she would work at a business firm and sell her fashion designs as a side job.

CONNIE PAULA ROGERS

Connie is a loving, yet strict mom. All her life, she's wanted to protect her children.

Her relationship with Frank (her husband), was tense ever since Lyra was born.

Seeing too much of herself in Lyra, Connie was especially hard on her. Once Toby came around, she grew softer — especially because Frank started drinking more.

Connie loves cats. The family had a black cat named "Molly" before Connie, Toby, and Lyra agreed the cat would be safer away from Frank.

She likes iced tea — the homemade kinds only. Also, she's somewhat of an almond mom and eats very healthy.

She tries to make the most of what she has with her family. But due to her depression, she can be quite moody and act out without much thought. Connie does make up for it, unlike her husband.

Her last interaction with Lyra was a heated argument between Lyra, Connie and Frank over their future. Lyra stormed out of the house with Toby. Connie, enraged, didn't chase after them.

Connie feels guilty about it. She wishes she could have told both of them that she loved them before they left.

When Frank dies and Toby disappears, Connie lives alone.

She gets into therapy, adopts a few cats, and tries to tough it out. Connie has a support group — her co-worker friends and kind neighbours.

Connie misses her children everyday and regularly checks the news for any signs of Toby out there.

!!! my first headcanon post on here! i really wanted to speak on the rogers family because i haven't done anything with them yet. frank is not included because he's frank and i hate him.

[5up3r-50n5]

(Ps. I want this to be a funny skit, so no hate pls)

Gwen:*giggling suspiciously*

Miles:Ummm... Gwen? I'm probably gonna regret asking but...what are you doing?

Gwen:MILES! MY MAN! YOU CAME JUST IN TIME!!

Miles:Y'Know what? I better go home! See you late-

Gwen: NHU UH! YOU ARE IN THIS WITH ME NOW!

Miles:I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ARE TALKING ABOUT

Gwen:Oh Yea you're right, ok so *hand him a pack of wipes*, you know what they are right?

Miles:...Whipes

Gwen:Almost! These are homemade wipes! And guess what they do!

Miles:shit what do girls do with wipes

Miles:...Clean...makeup?

Gwen:WRONG!! Well not really... BUT THESE ONES ARE DIFFERENT! You see these don't clean makeup they applie it!

Miles:

Miles:

Miles:

Miles:??????

Gwen:YES! They applies fondation! Light skin fondation! Plus It's hard to clean in even with makeup remover

Miles:Gweeen...you don't want to use it on me...right?

Gwen:Nhaa don't worry double M I need you for my plan

Miles:...Double M?...wait what plan?

Gwen:I want to use it on Hobie-

Miles:I'm in

Gwen:...you didn't even heard the rest-

Miles:I said *get closer to Gwen and put his hands on her shoulders* I.am.in. When do we start

Gwen:That's why I love you

Miles:What

Gwen:I said I'm glad I have you...for this plan

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(At Hobie's house)

Gwen:Hobie...we need to tell you something...

Hobie:A'ight but ma'e it quick, I have a date with Pav in fiv' minutes

Miles:Hobie...You're...Shit man is hard to say but you're...white

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:Did you took somethin' on the way her'

Gwen:No Hobie...you have to accept the truth...you're not black

Hobie:Do ya need glasses? Are ya color blind? My skin's literally dark brown

Gwen:I knew you were going to say that, so we took these *takes the wipes*

Hobie:..Wipes?

Miles:Yes

Hobie:OMG...OK FINE BU' BE QUICK ' I HAV A TON OF THINGS TO DO

Gwen:*wipes Hobie’s hand*

Hobie hand:*become light skin*

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:

Gwen:Hobie...?

Hobie:*gets up*

Hobie:*opens a portal*

Hobie:*gets inside the portal'

Hobie:*the portal close*

Miles:Welp! Guess it didn't work

Gwen:Just wait

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Gwen's phone rings

Gwen:*picks up the phone*

Pavitr on the phone:CAN YOU TELL ME WHY HOBIE IS CRYING AND BEGGING NOT TO BE WHITE

Hobie on the background:WHY LORD WHY!!!

Pavitr:HOBIE YOU DON'T EVEN BELIVE IN-

Pavitr:OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! I'LL CALL YOU LATER-

Pavitr:NO HOBIE STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOW! DON'T YOU DARE JUMP-

Pavitr:*ends the phone call*

Miles:

Gwen:

Miles:

Gwen:Wanna try it on Miguel?

Miles:YES

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Some Times Later at HQ

Jess:Miguel...?

Miguel:And I thought that my life couldn't get any worst, what a fool

Jess:Tf is wrong with u again?

[sunset-palettte]

The Tradwife Aesthetic: A Look at its Allure and Contradictions 🌾💍✨

The tradwife aesthetic has captivated a corner of the internet, blending vintage femininity, homemaking nostalgia, and romanticized traditional gender roles. Think flowy dresses, immaculate pies cooling on windowsills, and Instagram feeds bathed in warm, golden light. But beneath the surface, the tradwife trend is far more layered than a simple throwback to mid-century domestic bliss.

🌿 Aesthetic Breakdown

At its core, the tradwife aesthetic borrows heavily from the past. Its visual language is rooted in:

1950s nostalgia: High-waisted skirts, aprons, vintage kitchenware, and meticulously styled hair.

Cottagecore overlap: Rustic homes, gardening, homemade bread, and flower arranging.

Clean girl simplicity: Natural makeup and muted tones, emphasizing an "effortlessly" polished look.

The tradwife aesthetic thrives on creating an idealized, picture-perfect version of domestic life. It's about showcasing the beauty of traditional homemaking in a way that feels aspirational and curated.

💬 Subcultural Foundations

The tradwife movement grew from online spaces like Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok, where creators blend lifestyle content with discussions about returning to traditional family values. Its followers often idealize the past as a time of stability and moral clarity, though critics argue this view ignores historical inequalities.

While some embrace it for its aesthetic appeal alone, others tie it to a lifestyle that endorses traditional gender roles—women as homemakers, men as breadwinners. The hashtag #Tradwife has sparked discussions about autonomy, feminism, and societal expectations.

✨ Why Does It Appeal?

Nostalgia as comfort: In uncertain times, looking back feels safe.

Aesthetics of control: Clean, organized homes and traditional roles provide a sense of order.

Escapism: The tradwife image promises a slower, simpler life—far removed from modern chaos.

⚖️ The Controversy

The tradwife movement isn’t without its critics. Detractors point out that it often romanticizes a past rife with oppression, erasing the struggles many faced during those "simpler times." Feminist thinkers question whether embracing this lifestyle is truly empowering or simply a rebranding of patriarchal ideals.

🌺 Final Thoughts

Whether you see the tradwife aesthetic as harmless vintage nostalgia or a regressive movement, its rise reflects a longing for connection, simplicity, and stability. It’s an aesthetic worth unpacking—not just for its curated beauty but for what it says about our collective yearning for the past.

What do you think? Is it empowering to reclaim these roles, or does it risk idealizing an imperfect past? Share your thoughts! 💬✨

Follow for more posts exploring internet subcultures and aesthetics! 🌅

[thegreyjoyed]

It’s thanksgiving today !!! Meaning… Alex Keller thanksgiving headcanons <3

Alex Keller is obviously an American

So he’d celebrate thanksgiving with his family !!!

•He’s got a HUGE family, so they probably rent out a space for the evening and have a whole lineup of crockpots, baked dishes, dessert table, drink table, kid drink table, alcohol table, etc etc…

• He brings a good pie, some drinks(lemonade and budlight) and plastic silverware too ofc

•LOVES telling stories at the dinner table when he isn’t in exile at the kids table to be with his little cousins who love hanging off of him and getting him all sticky n gross bc he pulled some mean ass prank on the whole family

• He loves seeing his grandmas and grandpas, he gives them a big bear hug(gentler), and a kiss on each cheek

• he never participates in politics talking, probably leaves the room to ‘use the bathroom’ or just doesn’t participate and changes the topics

• when they all go to one persons house to watch a football game, the thanksgiving parade, the dog show or something else, he crashes on the couch and at least one baby gets piled onto him as a napping spot because (big family)

• loves letting his older girl cousins play with his hair and give him a full face of makeup bc they never get to see him aside from the holidays he gets off

• he loves green beans and mixing his plate all around, he gets corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, probably no gravy, but sometimes he does, he gets ham and turkey, and a roll and he mixes everything together in one big pile and smears it onto open rolls and chows down like he hasn’t gotten good food in months(which he hasn’t)

• He talks vaguely about his deployments but only ever tells the light hearted parts like if he hears someone crack a good joke or something good came from the deployment etc

• he has dad jokes for days that he tells his aunts and uncles and parents

• Plays with his cousins even as an adult bc he probably is an only child or has a younger sister that tolerates him

• he hates sweet potatoes. GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM HIM !!!!! He don’t like them even with the marshmallows

• he loves his grandma’s homemade noodles so so much, they’re just PERFECT no one can match his love for the noodles

• Alex also never takes off the makeup his cousins put on him, he always has to go to a CVS or rite aid and get makeup remover to remove the makeup smeared on his face and gets some candy for himself and other necessities

• he flicks food at his cousins when he’s banned to the kid table, throws a spoon full of mashed potatoes at the littlest toddler aged kid and then blames it on someone else and acts innocent

• He gossips with his teenage girl cousins and games with his teenage boy cousins, a family man, if you will

• loves just watching his great aunt crochet/knitting him a scarf or too small of gloves bc she’s half blind

• loves watching over the babies and just catching up with family

[achy-boo]

Jeanne Si-Woo Keket

"The 2nd vice warden of Sapphire Lake Dorm."

"An victim of The Keket Curse.."

"She does not want to show any negative emotions without her permission"

"Or else SHE will be free from her cage.."

Name: Jeanne Si-Woo Keket

Romaji: Keket Si-Woo Jeanne

Quote: “What is wrong with a little insanity here and there?”

V/A: Uni from Path to Nowhere(English) and Bai Yi from Path to Nowhere(Japanese)

Gender: female

Sexuality: Proud Bisexual

Age: 17(She ages like an normal human but she will never grew old)

Birthday: June 5th

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Eye color: purple

Hair Color: purple with light purple ends

Height: 5'6

Weight: 102 ibs

Race: Mirror demon/curse

Homeland: South Korea

Family: July Keket(Mother/Victim of the Keket Curse), [redacted] (Bio dad, murdered by Zephyr) Zephyr Keket(Step Father), Kenichi Keket(First older brother), Hyun Lamya Keket(2nd older brother), Nyx(Her night half and 'sister')

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: 2 year

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No.20

Occupation: Light music club but she later join the gossip club

Club: Light music club and gossip club

Best Subject: Alchemy

Favorite Color: shades of purple, neutral and dark colors

Favorite Food: homemade food, sweets, korean and Japanese(anything really)

Least Favorite Food: Lilia’s food and she never like olives(but she sometimes eat it to make someone happy)

Likes: gossip, vocaloid, dancing, traveling through mirrors, Pride Month, tea, coffee, watching fights with popcorn, raining days, winter, cold days

Dislikes: her friends hurt or sad, frowning(Only when Nyx also frowns), showing negative emotions, remembering her death, yellow, bitter foods, people asking her about her bio dad(she does not know him but expect that her bio dad is...vile)

Hobbies: reading, dancing in the rain or snow, gossiping with her friends and Nyx, doing fashions in Sapphire Lake Dorm, making events for Sapphire Lake Dorm

Talents: traveling through mirrors, keen eyes for hidden intentions/red flags, read rooms and social cues

Nicknames: JiJi(Uncommon), Jean(rare), Si-woo(She actually never had someone called her that in seven years)

Other Nicknames: Jeanii(Cater), My day side(Nyx), Mirror Witch(Dawn), J(Tsukii)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Jeanne Keket has fair skin with a heart shape removable makeup, purple eyes with purple hair with light purple ends that reach to her lower back. She stands at 5'6 and 5'7 when she is wearing heels. She is wear a black, purple and white goth dress with black stockings, black shoes or heels(depends), one glove right hand and she wears a black headband.

Personality: Laidback, goofy, eccentric, cunning. All words can describe Jeanne in more...juicy situations. Jeanne is very laid back but more tamable then others. She is very sly when it came to people's gossips. She is very sweet and nice if you treated her and Sapphire Lake Dorm with respect. When Nyx is involved, her eccentric and manipulative skills will worsen when only Nyx is out of her cage. Also she is very mysterious and cryptic so good luck with her.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

Gothic Lolita is one of her favorite aesthetics

She have two monthly family vacations

Jeanne is the day side while Nyx is the night time

She has a tattoo of an Gemini on her forearm

Had a tongue and ear piercing

She look up to Divus Crewel

She used to have a crush on Jade Leech but she had to kill the crush due to Kianisha

She have a flirting match with Night sometimes

@dxmoness @queen-of-twisted @aventxsha @yukii0nna @yumeko2sevilla @yoghurtsan @fair-night-starry-tears

[jexistheblogger]

how do makeup remover cloths work ?

In the world of cosmetics, makeup remover cloths have emerged as a revolutionary alternative to traditional makeup removers. These soft and reusable cloths have garnered attention for their ability to efficiently and effortlessly remove makeup, all while minimising environmental waste. But how exactly do these seemingly simple clothes work their magic? In this article, we will delve into the science behind makeup remover cloths, exploring their composition, mechanism, and benefits. By understanding the inner workings of these remarkable tools, you'll gain valuable insights into the world of makeup removal and discover the secrets to achieving a fresh, clean face.

Composition and Texture :

Makeup remover cloths are typically made from a blend of synthetic and natural fibres, such as microfiber or bamboo. These materials possess unique properties that contribute to the cloth's effectiveness. The fibres are intricately woven together to create a plush, gentle texture that feels soft against the skin. This texture helps to lift and trap makeup particles, dirt, and oils without causing any harsh abrasion or irritation.

Mechanism of Action :

The secret behind makeup remover clothes lies in their impressive ability to attract and bind to makeup. Microfiber and other similar materials have minuscule fibers with a high surface area, which enhances their absorbency. When the cloth comes into contact with makeup, the fibres create an electrostatic charge that draws and clings to the makeup particles. This attraction allows the cloth to effectively lift away makeup, even from the deepest layers of the skin.

Additionally, the fibres of makeup remover cloths work as a magnet for oils and dirt. These fibres have tiny gaps between them that can trap and hold onto oil-based products, including foundation, mascara, and lipstick. As a result, the cloth effectively sweeps away makeup residues and impurities, leaving the skin clean and refreshed.

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[lovelywetdreamer]

Being Gojo's princess

Buying you Prada chocolate

Licking Prada chocolate off your cunt

Buying you the latest Gucci chocker

Broke your chocker and ruin your makeup

Bought you another chocker

Buy you savages panties

Remove them with his teeth

Get your hair done

Be the reason why you need to get your hair done. He can't control himself from pulling your hair.

Buy you the latest Iphone

You're out of storage already with too much homemade videos.

Bought you a car

Bent you over the car hood

Buy you pure silk sheet

Stain your sheet with his and yours fluids

[kelyon]

Courtship 17: Ceremony

The knot is tied

Read on AO3

She didn’t sleep well, the night before her wedding. Her childhood bedroom was cleared out and all the shadows were strange. They seemed sharper now, darker. They threatened to swallow her. All her clothes were out of her closet and out of the dirty clothes hamper. There was nothing on her dresser except the makeup she’d need for tomorrow. All the usual clutter of her life was gone, either packed up to go with her, shoved away in drawers, or in the trash. A room this clean felt empty, maybe dead. A skeleton picked bare of flesh. 

Energy born of nerves and excitement filled her up like champagne bubbles. She tossed and turned in her twin-sized bed, trying to get comfortable, trying to relax enough to sleep. Masturbating might have helped, but Mr. Gold had forbidden her to touch herself if he wasn’t present.

If only he was! Miss French flipped over onto her stomach. If Mr. Gold was here, if she was trying to sleep next to him--in his bed that would be her bed, in his house that would be her home--well, he wouldn’t allow any restlessness in his plaything, would he? He would wear her out. He would use her until she couldn’t do anything but sleep. He would fuck her into a coma and keep fucking her in her dreams.

Soon, she promised herself. Tomorrow night was her wedding night. If she knew Mr. Gold, he would exhaust her. Everything would be alright once they were together. Once they were married, once she belonged to him, once she was really Mrs. Gold. Then everything would be perfect.

She just had to make it until then.   

****

In the morning, she showered and did her hair. She used all the expensive products and lotions and cleansers that would have been unthinkable before she’d started dating Mr. Gold. Hell, before she’d gone on that first date, hot water had been a faraway dream. Now she luxuriated in steam scented with expensive shampoo. She rubbed her feet with a brand-new pumice stone and exfoliated with a coarse mixture of salt and orange-scented oil. No more of Miss Trudine’s homemade crap.

She lathered herself in foamy shaving cream--as she had every day for the past two weeks--and took a razor to her legs, armpits, and pussy. If she wanted Mr. Gold to eat her out, she had to keep herself clean. Repeated attempts had made it a lot easier to find and remove the pesky, wiry hairs grew between her legs. Yet she never shook the feeling that she wasn’t bare enough. There always seemed to be more faults she had to eliminate, more parts of her that Mr. Gold would find distasteful.

She would figure it out. Mrs. Gold would be good enough. She would deserve her husband. Mrs. Gold would cut away and burn every part of her that wasn’t up to his standards. 

No matter how much it might hurt in the moment, his approval would be worth the price.

Primped and perfumed, Miss French began to dress. For her wedding, she’d bought a white corset that pushed her boobs up to her neck. The matching thong was basically a just white silk triangle on a string. It covered nothing, which was exactly what she wanted. She put on a white garter belt and a pair of white thigh-highs. They clung to her legs, tight and silky and delicious. 

Technically, her wedding dress wasn’t meant for a wedding. Storybrooke didn’t have a dedicated bridal shop, and there hadn’t been time to have something made or even order a dress from a catalog and have it mailed in. Fortunately, Modern Fashions always carried a scant collection of prom dresses.

It was white, at least. The entire dress was covered in beads and sequins--all white and silver and crystal. She would sparkle like a movie star on a red carpet. Like everything else in her new wardrobe, her wedding dress was short and tight. One sleeve went all the way down to her wrist--conveniently covering the last yellow traces of her bruise--but her other arm was completely bare. It showed off her shoulder and a good bit of cleavage. Overall, it had the same allure of the purple-blue dress she had worn on her first date with Mr. Gold. Back then she had been a thousand times more innocent than she was now in snow white.  

She stepped into the dress and brought it up to her waist. She slid her arm into the one sleeve and found the zipper on the back with her other hand. But when she pulled, the zipper didn’t move.

A white-hot arrow of emotion pierced Lacey. This was why people had bridesmaids. This was why a woman was supposed to have friends and family she could rely on to be there for her on the most important day of her life!

The jolt of rage was enough to get the zipper to pull up. Miss French breathed. Shallow breaths--the dress was tighter across her ribs than the corset--but breaths all the same. She had to learn some self-control. This was nothing to get upset over. Miss Trudine and Miss Woolverton had made their choice. They had decided she wasn’t worth helping. She just had to accept the fact, and move on with her special day.

Besides, she had zipped her dress up by herself. Her hair looked just as good as it would have if Miss Woolverton had worked on it for hours. She was immaculate and she had done it all on her own. That just proved she didn’t need them anyway. 

****

She still needed practice to walk in her tall white wedding heels. Carting her bags down the stairs a few times did the trick. She set everything in a neat row outside, by the side door, well out of sight of the shop. Moe was in there, frantically filling out Valentine’s Day orders. He knew she was leaving today, but that didn’t mean they needed to see each other. 

Mr. Gold had told her that their appointment at City Hall was at three. His employee, Dove, would come by at two to get everything. 

“Everything” was seven shopping bags of her new clothes and jewelry, two bags of makeup and skin and hair products, and one bag of books and mementos--things she didn’t want Moe to find if he ever went into her room. Not that he would. It would be too much work for him to clean out her old stuff himself. The garbage bags full of clothes she had wanted to give to Janine were still up there.  

Once her things were outside, she couldn’t very well leave them unguarded. The French’s neighborhood wasn’t exactly rough, but a line of open shopping bags would be a tempting target for anybody. So she lingered in the doorway, wrapped up in a white woolen coat and white leather gloves she would probably never wear again after today. 

At exactly two o’clock in the afternoon, a long black car pulled up in front of Game of Thorns. It was even bigger than Mr. Gold’s Cadillac. It took Miss French a minute to recognize what it was.

“He rented a limo?” She asked Dove when he came out. “Or did he already own one?”

The tall man gave her a brief nod. “Mr. Gold didn’t know how many companions you’d have with you. He wanted to be prepared.”

“Oh,” Lacey said softly. “Right.”

Without another word, Dove picked up the shopping bags, two in each hand, and took them over to the limo’s trunk, leaving her alone on the sidewalk.

It made sense of course. She hadn’t told Mr. Gold that all her invitations had been soundly rejected. It was a lovely gesture, to provide transportation large enough for her whole family. In a perfect world, it would have been a treat for everyone. Janine and Mara would have squealed, they would have felt like celebrities. Chloe would be excited just because they were excited. Uncle Manny would tell them all the ways a limo was better than any other car. Maybe Aunt Terri would smile a little, maybe some light would come back into her eyes. The best she could expect from Dad would be an approving nod, but that would be enough. 

In a perfect world. If they could all be together.

Her eyes burned, but she couldn’t cry. It was too early in the day for her makeup to be ruined. Instead, she blinked the tears away and took a breath. The air was so cold it hurt her lungs and that was just what she needed. 

All her luggage was packed. Dove held the limo door open for her. She was just about to step into the car when a familiar figure turned the corner to their street. 

“Uncle Manny?” Lacey whispered.

Holy shit, it was him! He was here! She wanted to run to him, but her heels were already too precarious. Instead, she stood in front of the limo and waved.

“Uncle Manny!” she shouted. “You came!”

When he saw her, her uncle picked up his pace, doing a half-jog with his hands in the pockets of his coveralls.

“Ace!” He smiled as he got closer. He gave a brief nod to the looming shadow of Dove. “I’d hug you, but I can’t get motor oil on all that white.”

“Why are you wearing something with motor oil on it?” she laughed. “Don’t you know how to dress for a wedding?”

Manny’s smile froze. He didn’t say anything. His large eyes watched her face like an anxious dog.

“Oh,” Miss French said softly. She took as deep a breath as she could manage. “I see. What else could I have expected?”

“I’m just here cuz your dad needs someone to drive the delivery van, since you’re…” He gestured at her outfit and the limo.

“Since I’m getting married?” she asked tartly. “An event for which I just might want at least one family member in attendance?”  

He shook his head. “Lacey, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that!” she snapped. “You’re the one that always said love means never having to say you’re sorry. Doesn’t that mean not doing things you need to apologize for?”

“Yeah, and that goes both ways.”

Her white gloves gripped the edge of the limo door. “I’m not going to apologize for marrying Mr. Gold. It isn’t wrong.”

“Is it right?” He asked softly. “Honey, do you really think this is the right thing to do?”

She clenched her jaw. 

“It’s my only choice,” Miss French said in a tight whisper. “Being with Mr. Gold is my best chance.”

Mr. French nodded sadly. “I can’t stop you,” he said. “But I can’t support you. Not about this. Not about him.”

He turned to go into the store.

“We’re gonna have shrimp!” Desperate, Lacey tried a new tactic. “Shrimp cocktail, passed around by waiters. A-and surf and turf, and a live band, an open bar. It’s gonna be a good time!”

Her voice broke on the last word. Silently, he turned around to look at her.

“Dodici’s” The word blew away in the cold winter wind. “At seven. Please come.”  

Uncle Manny sighed, and turned away again.

****

The interior of the limo was a cave of black leather. Two rows of lights ran down the long ceiling, but the dim yellow was darker than the cloudy afternoon outside. All the seats were on two benches, one in the back like a normal car, and one going longways up the side. Her whole family could have fit in here. It could have been a real party. Instead, Miss French sat in the center of the back seat, alone. 

 Before they drove off to City Hall, Dove showed her the various amenities: The button to raise and lower the partition that separated the driver from the back, the phone she could call him on if she had instructions. There was a sound system for music, ways to change the colors of the lights, and a bar with champagne in a bucket of ice.

She took it all in with polite nods. She should have been dazzled by the luxury, the expense, but right now she didn’t have the heart for it. 

The best she could do was accept a glass of champagne when Dove offered to pour her one. It was bitter--dry--and the bubbles popped like pins inside her mouth. The alcohol and that slightest touch of pain worked together to help her relax. She slumped in the overstuffed seat, her legs sprawled out in front of her. 

They drove on Main Street to the good part of New Town. City Hall sat within walking distance of Mayor Mills’ house. Through tinted windows, she saw people on the sidewalks stop to stare at the fancy car. Marco the handyman coming out of the hardware store, the patrons in the diner, a group of kids bundled up to play in the park--all of them gaped at her. 

Miss French sat up a little straighter. She waved at everybody through the window, but they couldn’t see her. Well that wouldn’t do. This was the happiest day of her life, she was on her way to become Mrs. Gold. People had to see what that looked like.

Heedless of the cold, Miss French rolled down the window. She stuck her head out and smiled like a prom queen. When they stopped at Storybrooke’s only traffic light, she leaned out further and waved at the other cars.

“I’m getting married!” she shouted to everyone and no one.

Somewhere in this town, there had to be someone who’d be happy for her. 

****

On a Saturday afternoon, City Hall was almost empty. She didn’t see anyone as Dove guided her to the office of the Municipal Clerk. The clack of her heels on black and white tile echoed through the halls. Was there anyone else in the building right now? Had Mr. Gold pulled some strings to make sure it was open at all? 

When they got to the office, Mr. Gold was already there. He looked wonderful, even more elegant than normal. His suit was pure black, sharp and crisp. He wore a dress scarf under his lapels, black and blue paisley, threaded through with gold. His cobalt pocket square was intricately folded, as though to mimic a boutonniere. She’d told him she didn’t want flowers, so he wasn’t wearing any. His tie was the same rich blue color, stuck through with a golden tie clip.  

He stood in front of a gray metal desk where a beleaguered civil servant was straightening stacks of papers and manila file folders. The miserable-looking little man was trying to look busy so he wouldn’t have to confront the reality of being alone in a room with Mr. Gold.

Miss French smirked at that. If people couldn’t be happy for her, at least she could be happy at their discomfort. 

Mr. Gold grinned when he saw her.

“There you are,” he said. 

“Miss me?”

“Not anymore.” He reached out his arm and pulled her in for a quick, possessive kiss. “I’ll never have to miss you again after today. You’ll be mine forever, dearie.”

Miss French beamed at him. Her groom, her husband. Forever. 

Mr. Gold pulled her aside, so they could be away from Dove and the clerk. He pulled a long box out of his suit jacket. “I have something for you.”

“More gifts?”

“Technically, one of these is supposed to be borrowed.” He offered her the box and she took it.

The box was red velvet, and opened on a hinge. Inside, laid out on a black satin pillow, were more pearls than Lacey French had ever seen in one place in her life.

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God,” she whispered. She looked up at him. “Mr. Gold…”

He smiled slyly, pleased with her adoration. He took the box and lifted up some of the pearls. It was three strands banded together with a gold and diamond clasp. Mr Gold took her bare arm and laid the bracelet against her wrist. The pearls were cool to the touch, or maybe her blood was running so hot that they just felt that way in comparison. 

“As I said, one counts as borrowed.” He picked up the other set of pearls, this even longer than the first. He stood behind her and wrapped them around her throat. When clasped, they fit snugly, more like a choker than a necklace. Miss French could only manage shallow breaths. “And the other is old.”

It took her a moment to register why that was important. When it finally clicked, she chuckled. 

“Old, new, borrowed and blue,” she recited the old rhyme. “I didn’t realize you were superstitious.”

Mr. Gold shrugged. “Only about things that don’t really matter.”

Miss French was too overwhelmed to wonder what he meant by that. She ran her fingers over her bracelet. The pearls had yellowed slightly with age, giving them a lovely golden luster. Each one was just a little misshapen, a little short of being a perfect sphere. Mom had said that was how you knew they were real, a natural stone and instead of a manufactured bead.

Mom knew a lot about pearls. They were her birthstone.

She took as deep a breath as she could manage, dug her white-painted fingernails into her palms. Somehow, she hadn’t thought about Mom all day.  Of all the people who weren’t here with her, this was the absence that hurt the most. The mother of the bride should be there for the wedding. 

People might tell her that her mother wouldn’t approve of this marriage, but they didn’t know. Maybe Mom would have understood, if she was here, if she could see how happy Mr. Gold made her daughter. Lacey would never know, but she could hope. Maybe Mom could have convinced the others, or at least Dad. The perfect world--the world of happiness and togetherness--would have been the one with Mom in it. 

But even if Mom could be happy for her, even if she supported them and blessed them with her whole heart, it didn’t matter. She was gone. Forever.

“It’s funny.” Miss French spoke softly to keep her voice from breaking. “My mother used to say it was bad luck for a bride to get pearls. Something about them being a symbol for tears.”

“Every pearl a man gives his bride on their wedding day is a cause he’ll give her for weeping in their marriage.” Mr. Gold didn’t deny the superstition, just gave her necklace a pointed look. “It’s not too late to change your mind, my dear.”

Miss French shook her head. “I want to marry you,” she told him. “I want to be with you, and I don’t give a damn what anyone says, living or dead.”

Mr. Gold gave her a satisfied grin. “That’s my girl.”

****

The process of getting married was surprisingly simple. In front of the sad little clerk, Miss French and Mr. Gold separately filled out their intention of marriage forms. Then Mr. Gold paid a paltry fee and he received their license.   

“Um.” The clerk made darting looks between Mr. Gold, Miss French, and Dove. “Is there a second witness?”

“Is that really necessary?” Mr. Gold asked.

“Um, yes? Legally, there has to be two, or else the marriage license is invalid.”

“And we can’t have that,” Mr. Gold said dryly. He turned to her. “Are you expecting any of your friends and family?”

“No,” Miss French said simply. “No one’s coming.”

Brusquely, Mr. Gold turned to Dove. “Find someone.”

Without a word, Dove left the office and went out to the rest of City Hall.

“I’m sorry.” Miss French looked down at her new/old bracelet. “If my family wasn’t so--”

“Well, you’re better than them.” Mr. Gold cut her off before she could find a word to describe her family. “They are little people in a little town and you want more than they can even dream of. Don’t be ashamed of it.”

For the first time that day, Miss French felt warmth in her heart instead of her eyes. He was right. Mr. Gold understood her in a way that no one else could, not even people she’d known her entire life. Being understood, being accepted, being told to have no shame--that was more of a gift than all the wealth and luxury in the world. That was why she was going to marry this man.

A moment later, Dove came back, followed closely by the lanky figure of Dr. Hopper. The psychiatrist had his dog--a friendly Dalmatian named Pongo--on a leash.

Mr. Gold sneered. “Leave that animal outside, please.”

Dr. Hopper’s face turned as red as his hair. “I-I can’t just let him alone in City Hall,” he protested weakly. “What would Mayor Mills do if she found him?”

“Turn it into a fur coat,” Mr. Gold muttered too low for anyone but Miss French to hear. 

She snickered. “I guess you don’t like dogs, huh?”

“I don’t need a slobbery, mindless beast to jump in my lap and demand my attention. That’s what I have you for, dearie.”  

Miss French burst into giggles so pervasive she covered her mouth with her hand to keep the other men from seeing. She leaned in to whisper into her groom’s ear. “I’ll be your bitch any day of the week, Mr. Gold.”

He made a low noise in his throat and put his hands on either side of her waist. “I know you will,” he whispered back.

That exchange seemed to improve his mood. He waved Hopper up to the clerk’s desk and didn’t say another word about the animal. 

“Mr. Harlan here is a notary,” Mr. Gold indicated the city clerk. “And as such, he is able to officiate the wedding as well as file the license. Shall we get on with it?”

The little man nodded and began to read some words off a typed sheet of paper. His voice was so weak, Miss French didn’t bother to listen. She spent the ceremony looking up at Mr. Gold. He held her wrists in both hands, a grip that went tighter every minute the clerk droned on. They didn’t exchange rings, they were already wearing them. Miss French voiced her consent to marry Mr. Gold, her agreement to go along with whatever romantic bullshit the state of Maine thought a marriage was. Their marriage would be different, of course. It would be like nothing this world had ever seen. 

They said, “I do.” They kissed. The sad clerk said they were man and wife. The license was signed by two witnesses and returned to the city.

It was done. 

They were married. 

[beauty2day]

How to Make Natural Cosmetics at Home

Do you love using makeup but worry about the harmful chemicals and microplastics in commercial products? Do you want to save money and reduce waste by making your own cosmetics at home? If you answered yes, then this blog post is for you!

In this post, I will show you how to make natural cosmetics at home using simple and safe ingredients that you can find in your kitchen or local health store. You will learn how to make your own lip gloss, blush, bronzer, and more, using natural ingredients such as coconut oil, beeswax, cocoa powder, and beetroot. These homemade cosmetics are not only good for your skin, but also for the environment, as they are biodegradable and plastic-free.

Ready to get started? Let's begin with the lip gloss!

Homemade Lip Gloss

Lip gloss is a great way to add some shine and color to your lips, but many store-bought lip glosses contain synthetic dyes, fragrances, and preservatives that can irritate your lips and harm your health. Instead, you can make your own lip gloss using natural oils, waxes, and pigments that will moisturize and nourish your lips.

To make your own lip gloss, you will need:

- 2 tablespoons of coconut oil

- 1 tablespoon of beeswax pellets

- 1 teaspoon of honey

- A few drops of your favorite essential oil (optional)

- A pinch of natural pigment, such as beetroot powder, cocoa powder, or mica powder (optional)

To make your lip gloss, follow these steps:

- In a small saucepan over low heat, melt the coconut oil and beeswax together, stirring occasionally.

- Once melted, remove from heat and stir in the honey and essential oil (if using).

- Add the pigment of your choice and mix well until you get the desired color and consistency.

- Pour the mixture into a small glass jar or tin and let it cool completely.

- Enjoy your homemade lip gloss!

Homemade Blush

Blush is a great way to add some color and glow to your cheeks, but many store-bought blushes contain talc, parabens, and artificial colors that can clog your pores and cause skin problems. Instead, you can make your own blush using natural powders, clays, and flowers that will give you a healthy and natural flush.

To make your own blush, you will need:

- 2 tablespoons of arrowroot powder

- 1 teaspoon of beetroot powder

- 1 teaspoon of cocoa powder

- A few drops of rose water or glycerin (optional)

To make your blush, follow these steps:

- In a small bowl, mix the arrowroot powder, beetroot powder, and cocoa powder together until you get the desired shade and intensity.

- If you want a creamier texture, add a few drops of rose water or glycerin and mix well.

- Transfer the mixture to a small glass jar or tin and press it firmly with a spoon or your fingers.

- Enjoy your homemade blush!

Homemade Bronzer

Bronzer is a great way to add some warmth and contour to your face, but many store-bought bronzers contain mineral oil, synthetic fragrances, and nanoparticles that can irritate your skin and disrupt your hormones. Instead, you can make your own bronzer using natural powders, spices, and oils that will give you a sun-kissed and radiant look.

To make your own bronzer, you will need:

- 2 tablespoons of arrowroot powder

- 1 teaspoon of cinnamon powder

- 1 teaspoon of cocoa powder

- A few drops of almond oil or jojoba oil (optional)

To make your bronzer, follow these steps:

- In a small bowl, mix the arrowroot powder, cinnamon powder, and cocoa powder together until you get the desired shade and intensity.

- If you want a creamier texture, add a few drops of almond oil or jojoba oil and mix well.

- Transfer the mixture to a small glass jar or tin and press it firmly with a spoon or your fingers.

- Enjoy your homemade bronzer!

These are just some of the natural cosmetics that you can make at home using simple and safe ingredients. You can also experiment with different ingredients and colors to create your own unique and personalized products. By making your own cosmetics, you can not only save money and reduce waste, but also protect your health and the environment.

I hope you enjoyed this blog post and learned something new. If you want to know more about how to make natural cosmetics at home, you can check out some of the resources that I have found for you. Thank you for reading and have a beautiful day!😘