#Online Skin Makeup Store

[montarboskincarestore]

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[m-a-estore]

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[seoteamwxt]

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[masonrxpharmacy]

Hey there, beauty squad! Let's talk about something real: the filter frenzy.  According to a recent Pew Research Center, over 80% of teens in the US use social media, and a significant portion use filters to "enhance" their appearance in photos and videos.  We get it – wanting to look your best is natural. But here at Mason Rx Pharmacy, we believe true beauty radiates from within.

Why Ditch the Filters? 

Filters are fun, but they can create unrealistic beauty standards.  Studies show constant exposure to filtered images can lead to lower self-esteem: and a distorted perception of beauty.  Wouldn't you rather rock your natural glow with confidence? ‍♀ 

Mason Rx: Your Partner in Inner & Outer Beauty 

At Mason Rx, we believe beauty starts from within. That's why we offer a massive selection of over 450+ health and beauty supplements designed to help you achieve a radiant complexion, healthy hair, and strong nails – all naturally! 

Here are some Mason Rx must-haves to ditch the filters and embrace your natural beauty: 

1. Suave Moisturizing Body Wash - Cocoa Butter & Shea (15 Fl Oz): Pamper your skin with this luxurious body wash infused with nourishing cocoa butter and shea butter, leaving you feeling soft and smooth. 

User Testimonial -

"I used to be so self-conscious about dry skin, but since using Suave Moisturizing Body Wash, my skin feels amazing! It's helped my confidence soar." - Sarah K., College Student 

2. White Diamonds Body Radiance Perfumed Body Powder (2.6 OZ): Keep things fresh and fragrant with this classic, light-scented body powder.

User Testimonial -

"This body powder is a lifesaver in the summer heat! It keeps me feeling cool and confident all day long." - Emily J., Marketing Professional 

3. Neutrogena - Beach Defense - Water + Sun - SPF 70 (1.0 FL OZ): Sun protection is essential for healthy, glowing skin. This broad-spectrum SPF 70 sunscreen provides powerful protection against harmful UVA/UVB rays. 

[pestdominion]

#Skincare: For all things related to skincare routines, products, and tips.

#BeautyProducts: Highlighting the various beauty items available in your store.

#GlowingSkin: Emphasizing the goal of radiant and healthy skin.

#SelfCare: Encouraging customers to take care of themselves through skincare.

#NaturalBeauty: If your store focuses on organic or natural products.

#MakeupObsessed: For makeup enthusiasts who also love skincare.

#BeautyRoutine: Showcasing daily skincare rituals.

#HealthySkin: Promoting products that contribute to skin health.

#BeautyCommunity: Connecting with other beauty lovers.

#ShopLocal: If your online store supports local or independent brands.

Remember to tailor these hashtags to your specific brand and offerings! 🌟💄🌿

[the-mortuary-witch]

TYPES OF DEVOTIONAL ACTS

FOR LOVE/BEAUTY DEITIES: 

Skin care.

Do your makeup (or embrace your natural beauty).

Paint your nails.

Dress up a little.

Write love letters.

Masterbate.

Change your bed sheets/clean up your room/space.

Listen to love songs/songs about sex/loving yourself.

Having sex.

Read romance novels.

Play interactive romance novels/romance games (stardew valley, dream daddy, The Arcana, etc).

FOR WAR DEITIES: 

Listen to angry music.

Advocate for yourself.

Reinforce your boundaries.

Cut out the negative people in your life.

Feel your anger, recognize your anger, don't force it down, but don't lash out to others. "I am angry. This thing made me angry. It's okay that I am angry, it is not okay to cause harm to those who do not deserve it." Etc etc.

Read biographies or accounts of war, or dystopian novels (accounts of war like Night by Elie Weisel, dystopian like Divergent or Hunger Games).

Learn self defence.

Learn about how your area was used in past wars.

Play fighting games (call of duty, mortal combat, etc).

FOR MUSIC/ART DEITIES: 

Create! Learn an instrument, draw, etc.

Write a song.

Paint for them.

Listen to experimental or storytelling music. All music is art, so find a vibe for your deity.

Take pictures of nature, art is everywhere in nature, from the paintings on butterfly wings to the sunset.

Read/write poetry.

Read poetry books, or books about music or art (think biographies from musicians/artists, or books like Guitar Notes by Mary Amato or such) (guitar notes is a mid-grade book but it's the only one I could think of the name of).

Visit galleries or local shows, support local artists.

FOR WISDOM DEITIES: 

Read books, any type, but mostly classics like Sherlock Holmes or Jane Austen.

Watch documentaries.

Take free online courses on subjects that interest you.

Visit and support your local libraries and independently owned bookstores.

Find old unloved books at thrift stores.

Learn a new skill.

Listen to music from different time periods.

Visit museums.

Play strategy games (chess, supreme commander, etc).

Do puzzles.

FOR NATURE DEITIES: 

Raise a plant or a garden.

Listen to nature sounds, or music with nature sounds.

Observe nature persevering, vines crawling up a building, dandelions in cracks in the pavement.

Read wilderness guides.

Learn about your area's native flora and fauna.

Visit local parks.

Open windows and let the fresh air in.

Scavenge/forage (in safe areas).

Play cozy games (animal crossing in a good example).

FOR DEATH DEITIES: 

Visit local graveyards/cemeteries (don't forget to be mindful and conscious of others and the spirits there).

Listen to music by artists who have passed on, or music about death.

Learn about different cultures' funeral practices.

Safely move roadkill out of the road, leave a small offering if possible (again, do so SAFELY).

Read books that have death themes (like Edgar Allen Poe, Wuthering Heights, or They Both Die In The End).

Think about how you want your body to be treated in death. Do you want to be buried, cremated, donated to science?

FOR HOME/HEARTH DEITIES: 

Read cozy books.

Play cozy games (sims, animal crossing).

Make your house seem warm and inviting to visitors.

Learn how to bake, either from scratch or a box, both are acceptable.

Learn how to sew or knit or crochet.

Watch cozy movies.

Light candles if you don't have a fireplace.

Listen to soft music.

Visit your friends or family and bring them baked goods.

FOR STRONG PARENTAL DEITIES:

Take care of your friends. 

Make sure your friends eat and are drinking water, do the same for yourself. 

Tell the people in your life you love them, you're proud of them, they're doing a good job. 

Read books about found family, self help books. 

Listen to music that makes you feel safe and loved. 

Carry a figure that represents them. 

Take care of yourself the way that they would take care of you.

Cook for yourself. Make yourself feel safe and loved.

FOR HEALTH DEITIES: 

Carry bandaids, Tylenol, and extra pads/tampons for people who may need them.

Learn about the human body and how it works.

Take your meds.

Make art out of old pill bottles for them.

Know and respect your limits.

Watch documentaries about doctors or health sciences.

Research holistic remedies and see if any might be of use to you (DO NOT SUBSTITUTE THEM FOR MODERN MEDICINE) be careful of misinformation, and any interactions that certain things might have with your meds.

FOR SEA/OCEAN/WATER DEITIES: 

Have a small fountain in your home (you can find them at some dollar stores, or if you're mechanically savvy, make your own).

Salts in your baths.

Visit local streams, creeks, rivers, or beaches.

Read about marine life/river life.

Read about your local water sources, learn about the water cycle.

Collect rain water.

Stand in the rain, feel it on you, let it ground you.

Listen to music about water/with water sounds/the ocean/the beach

Have pictures in your home/space of the ocean.

If you visit the ocean, collect some water and sand and seashells (make sure you follow your own personal gratitude system) to have in your home.

Don't fret if you're landlocked, your practice is valid, you don't need to be at the ocean all the time to feel it's presence. The rain clouds blow in from hundreds of miles away. The ocean is always with you.

Drink water.

Carry a small vial of water with you (could be ocean water, river water, or tap water with or without salt in it) you can keep it in your car, in your pocket, or wear it as a necklace, etc.

Carry a small vial of salt with you (could be hand harvested from the ocean, table salt, or any kind of off the shelf salt).

FOR SKY/WIND/AIR DEITIES: 

Let the air in, open windows when possible

Offerings of air, such as burning incense, smoking tobacco, or using essential oils.

Reading poetry, mythology, or other writings about the deity.

Let yourself be free.

Sit outside for a few minutes a day, or longer.

Playing wind instruments, like flutes or panpipes.

Making offerings of feathers, wings, or other things related to birds or mythical sky beings.

Participating in sky-related activities, such as skydiving, flying, or hot-air balloon rides, to feel closer to the sky deity.

Building or using a wind chime or wind sculpture to connect with the energies of the sky and the wind.

Engaging in outdoor activities like biking, sailing, or kite flying to appreciate the gift of air and sky.

Flying kites or sky lanterns. 

FOR TRAVELER DEITIES: 

Pick something up for them on your travels, could be a rock, could be a souvenir.

Put a symbol of them in your car.

Wear shoes that are good for walking.

Drive/walk around to explore new places (you don't even have to leave your town).

Take backroads.

Be a respectful tourist in every new place that you visit, don't be afraid of looking stupid.

FOR QUEER DEITIES:

Educate yourself on queer history.

Express yourself truthfully.

Listen to queer music.

Read queer books.

Embrace your identity.

Read queer poetry, like that of Sappho.

Keep yourself safe in spaces that are less open to identities.

Support local queer owned businesses or artists.

Queer art.

Love yourself and take care of yourself.

Go to drag shows.

Relish in the fact that queerness has been around since the very first civilizations.

[soliaverse]

my favorite niche things to script

ᝰ.ᐟ ur fav brands have new drops that don't exist in your cr

ᝰ.ᐟ all makeup products work/look good on your skin

ᝰ.ᐟ proximity to a cosmetics store

ᝰ.ᐟ clothes/shoes always in your size

ᝰ.ᐟ anything is available in a color you like

ᝰ.ᐟ clothing brands/malls sell exclusively things you like

ᝰ.ᐟ you don't get your period at an inconvenient time

ᝰ.ᐟ manicures/pedicures last __ weeks

ᝰ.ᐟ cheap jewelry doesn't tarnish

ᝰ.ᐟ washer/dryer cycles are 5min

ᝰ.ᐟ NOBODY has b.o.

ᝰ.ᐟ trends are always cute

ᝰ.ᐟ online orders come faster (same day or next day)

ᝰ.ᐟ always get tickets to events/concerts you want to attend

ᝰ.ᐟ humidity doesnt ruin hair

[obsolescent]

Coloring Inside the Lines

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Requested: "This but she colors in his tattoo with what she wants to buy to see if it’s the right shade or what she wants."

Author's Note: Ask at the end! Very firm believer of Simon following you around like a puppy, or more like a guard dog lol.

The bustling activity of the store makes the aisles a bit cramped, you and Simon snaking through other customers browsing. You’re doing your own shopping while he tags along, just happy to be in your presence. 

Pausing in front of an eyeshadow palette that had caught your eye online, you begin to test some of the shades on your skin. Swatching a couple shades, you turn your arm side to side to see the effects they have against the lighting in the store. 

Pursing your lips, you notice your skin has leftover residue from the other products you had tried. Trying your best to wipe the majority of it off, but some pesky undertones of certain colors remained. Needing a clean slate, you contemplate on where to test the shadows.

“Somethin’ the matter, love?” Simon leans over you, peering over your shoulder. You perk up at his question, gears turning. “Could I ask you for something?” You inquire, looking up at him, batting your lashes for good measure. 

Simon nods, smiling at you. “Of course, love, what is it?” You hold out the tester eyeshadow brush that has one of the colors swatched already. “Could I use your arm? To test out some of these, please?” You beg, doe eyed. 

He crosses his arms, tight black shirt straining against his muscles. Your eyes dart down to the display, unable to resist before snapping back up to his face, trying not to lose focus. He smirks, he knows what he’s doing, the damn looker.

He rolls his eyes, before holding one of his tattooed arms out for you. You squeal, saying, “Thank you, baby!” as you swipe the color over the top of his hand. The shimmering shade against his pale skin pops, looking much better without the remnants of other colors below it.

You begin to swatch the others, working down the palette, top of his quickly being filled by the hues. Your eyes drag up the expanse of his arm, another idea forming. Simon, currently distracted by his phone, doesn’t notice when you take the current color on the brush and begin to fill in an empty space in between the ink on his forearm.

Giggling to yourself, you continue until you’re done with the shades, all the different colors filling in the lower portions of his tattoos. It honestly doesn’t look bad, the colors complementing each other nicely. Simon takes this moment to glance at you, then to his arm. Chuckling, he says, “Nice job at fillin’ in,” He remarks, tilting his arm to look at your handiwork.

You smile at him, before walking over and grabbing a spray bottle with rubbing alcohol inside, along with some tissues. Wiping the makeup away from his arm and tattoos, he watches you with adoration. “Thanks for being my tester, darlin’,” You say, reaching up and kissing his cheek. “Of course, love. Any time.”

Ask:

[dark-elf-writes]

More @musicfeedsmysoul12 tags and more of Thoughts™️ that are eating my brain

Izumi makes it to class with barely a minute to spare with her second coffee (after she had chugged another two energy drinks just outside the store just to keep her eyes open) in hand. She knows Shiggy and Dabi do this on purpose. Knows that they love the idea of her going to her “perfect little hero school” still covered in their marks and barely able to keep her eyes open after they did their best to keep her up all night.

She blames that exhaustion for why she doesn’t hear the footsteps before a hand grabs her collar, yanking her so hard she fumbles her grip on the cup.

The scent of burnt caramel fills her nose. Spilled coffee seeps into her shoes. Shouting fills the room as her head is wrenched to the side to show her neck.

(There’s a hazy memory of heat and teeth. Of her clinging to blue gray hair and pleading for more, harder. Of being sure the skin had broken and the thrill that had shoved her over the edge into yet another orgasm at the thought.)

The skin hadn’t actually broken, but the mark had been dark and bold when she had slipped out of the bar in the early dawn hours in a stolen hoodie that smelled like cigarettes after her shirt had met an “unfortunate” end to Shigaraki’s frustration after losing some online match or another. Izumi had reluctantly put some concealer over the mark as she hurried to change and get as much caffeine into her system before school.

Makeup had never been her strength and today was no different it seemed.

Shouts and the scrape of chairs rang through the room from their stunned classmates as they scrambled for them, but everything seemed to move in slow motion as Bakugou snarled in her ear.

“What the fuck is that?”

Part of her, some small and shattered par that was still Deku wanted to scream. Wanted to crumble and beg for forgiveness. Wanted to lie and pretend and evade until the threat passed.

The larger part of her, the new part she had discovered full of ashes and smoke and lightning, demanded she fight back.

And for once, she listened.

It was easy to shove Bakugou back. Too easy she would realize later. The perfect amount of One for All needed to move him without hurting him. Unconscious control without breaking herself or someone else for the first time.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The room froze at her shout. Or maybe they had frozen at the snap of lightning around her. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t anything other than the rage in Bakugou’s red eyes.

“You’re fucking cheating on me!”

Izumi couldn’t help it. She knew it wouldn’t help, would only make the situation far worse, but she couldn’t have stopped it even if she could find some part of her that wanted to.

She laughed in Bakugou Katsuki’s face.

“Cheating?! We were never together!“

The room exploded with sound. Shouting from their classmates, the revving of engines as sweet Tenya prepared to break up the brewing fight, what might of been the shattering of glass, but all Izuku could hear were the explosions coming from Bakugou himself.

Her thigh ached so badly she thought it wouldn’t hold her weight.

It didn’t stop her from lunging to meet Bakugou’s attack with bared teeth.

All at once familiar strips of cloth wrapped around both of them and the cacophony of lightning and explosions died. Izumi threw herself against it. She wanted to fight. She wanted to shove his stupid fucking face into the tile of the classroom. She wanted to prove he couldn’t burn her and think that made her his.

“What?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice was deadly calm in the silent room. Everyone had gone quiet after Mr Aizawa had come in. Even Bakugou had gone quiet, a strip of capture weapon over his mouth and burning red eyes full of fury and alarm looking back at her.

Everyone had gone quiet except, it seemed, Izumi herself.

She had never been able to stop herself from talking. From screaming this time of the ache in her throat was anything to go by.

Everyone’s eyes were on her wide with shock and horror. Not on her face, but on her leg where the edge of the burn was just barely visible under the hem of her skirt.

Shit.

[arikasugar]

beauty on a budget for someone new to the lifestyle?

since you’re only starting out, you’ll probably want to focus on affordable products and diy and at home beauty treatments.

you can get affordable skin care products from brands like cerave, cetaphil, and the ordinary. you’ll find all your essential cleansers, serums, exfoliators and moisturizers. you can order facial sheet masks in bulk cheap from amazon. you can also use aztec secret healing clay as a clay masque. skip the guasha altogether and follow a youtube tutorial for face sculpting massages instead.

good quality affordable makeup brands I used when I was nearly broke included e.l.f., nyx, wet n’ wild, maybelline, and makeup revolution. look into some other drug store brands within your budget and check reviews before you buy anything so you don’t waste your money. get generic beauty blenders and powder puffs, you’ll be replacing them often anyway so it’s best to get them cheap. you can buy cheap big makeup brush sets on amazon that’ll last a long time if you clean them regularly and take care of them.

press on nails and home manicures / pedicures will save you a ton of money and time. find a good manicure kit and pumice stone. buy a dollar store basin and some epsom salts to soak your feet. for press on nails I usually get mine from temu or brands like kiss and impress. if you just want to paint your natural nails, get a gel polish like l.a. colors color craze gel or sally hansen miracle gel. if you want to go the extra mile, invest in the supplies and learn how to do your own acrylics or gel manicures.

learn how to wax, shape, and tint your own eyebrows. you can buy an affordable diy wax kit like this one and use youtube tutorials on how to find the most flattering brow shape. (as a bonus, the hard waxing kit can also be used to remove unwanted hair on the rest of your body.) you can also find cheap brow tinting kits that usually last up to five uses at sally’s beauty supply and various other stores online.

if you want your lashes done, you can either get really, really good at applying a strip lash – my go to affordable brands are ardell and kiss – or you can invest in some bulk lash clusters and the falscara diy eyelash extension kit. figure out what lash placement will best compliment your features, then watch lots and lots of youtube tutorials on how to use it and practice, practice, practice. they take some getting used to.

when it comes to hair care, the very first thing you want to do is figure out your hair type with a quiz like this one and find what it needs to look and feel healthy. I have 2A hair, so I would pretty much always spring for nexxus for something moisturizing and lightweight, but I’ve heard great things about ogx, shea moisture, not your mother’s, maui moisture, l’oreal elvive, and garnier whole blends which are great for other hair types, densities, and textures. all these brands carry a wide variety of products from shampoo, to leave in treatments, to hair masques, to curl cream — you get it. again, read reviews. you can also use a cotton t-shirt to dry and plop your hair instead of spending money on a microfiber towel, and a satin scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair while sleeping instead of a silk bonnet and pillow case.

if you’re into styling your hair, two of my favorite methods are heatless styling and blowouts. for heatless styling, you may not even need to purchase any new styling tools. I started out using this heatless robe curl method and eventually started doing other heatless styling methods like the ones on this playlist once I started buying more tools, and did styles like these when I didn’t feel like setting my hair at all. for styles that require heat, a highly suggest investing in a dyson airwrap – which can do pretty much everything – so you don’t end up spending even more on an arsenal of hot styling tools.

good luck, sugar

xoxo

[kiraixi]

modern au or smth where Billy pilfers makeup from the store or dates and uses it to cover his bruises from Neil following tutorials online. Him and Steve are going steady for a fews months and Billy becomes a bit ansty when Steve tries to rough kiss him. He’s sporting a bruise under his eye but is perfectly hidden with concealer.

Cue Steve backing off when he picks up on Billy’s uncomfy tells (clenching fists when Steve nears his face and huffing when he tries initiate)

Later on Billy walks out the shower forgetting his injury is uncovered now and Steve lets out a big WOAH while lounging on the bed.

He’s never seen Billy with any wound on his face, only ever sore knuckles which he’d always assume came from his bf looking around for a release before they started dating.

Steve questions Billy relentlessly while the other keeps trying to swerve around the topic until finally his smile turns bitter and relents, first joking that his technique must be so good for Steve to not have noticed at all especially these last few months.

The rest of the evening is spent huddled together whispering back and forth in bed. Billy racks his brains for the most tame arguments and run-ins he’s had with his old man lest Steve dump him for having “too much baggage”.

The clock is hitting 2AM when Steve asks “How did you cover your face so well?”

He laughs, of course Steve would get stuck on something so arbitrary.

“Saw some vid of a girl swatching the best concealers on her skin after she got in a car crash, snatched the same $20 dollar cream from some rich chicks vanity and hey presto..”

Steve sets his mouth in a firm line and wraps his arms around Billy, hand behind grasping his curls tight.

“Baby, I promise you’ll never have to hide anything on your face again because of that man.”

Billy giggles, Steve’s delusional but sure, it’s the thought that counts. “I’m sure you will pretty boy…”

[girlboypersonthingy]

Can I request Matt with a cosplayer s/o? I can totally see them doing cosplay couples such as Link and Zelda, David and Lucy, Zhongli and Tartaglia, Jean and Lisa... And please could It be fluff (and maybe something spicy If you want)? Thank you!! 🩷

PLZ IM SO WEAK FOR THIS REQUEST OML !!! Thank you for this 🙏🏻 also sorrrryyyyy this took me literally forever to get to. ENJOY~

Note: FUCK IT!!!! TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY IDCCCC

Cosplay Couple 🧡

This dweeb would for sure be the one to bring all the ideas to you. I could see him running up to you, practically shaking from excitement as he takes a deep breath then tells you his thoughts.

“Link and Zelda, hm? That sounds fun but Link is canonically shorter than Zelda sooo…”

If you’re shorter than him, he’s immediately like “HELL YEAH!!! ILL BE THE PRINCESS. IM GONNA WEAR A DRESS!”

If you’re taller than him, he immediately gets flirty. “Oooh~ I can’t wait to see you dressed up like a princess. You’re gonna be so freaking adorbs.”

Honestly he gives zero fucks about gender roles and stuff like that. If he wants to dress as a female character, he will. And he won’t do some gender bent version of it, he’s going full out girly girl.

But he likes dressing as male and other gendered characters too. He just likes to cosplay his fav characters and sometimes his favs are girls. 🤷🏻 whatevs

Will absolutely take you to comicon or any other fun convention. He’d be running around like a kid in a candy store with $100.

Might even get too excited. Like running into people, tripping and falling type excited. You may have to hold his hand or put him on one of those money backpack leash things for kids lmao

Will also beg you like a million times to take pics of him with any cosplayers that he thinks are really cool and well done.

Fucking cutie dork is like ✌🏻😃 in every pic

Also asks several different people at different times throughout the day to take pics of you two together and when he looks back at the photos, he smiles all big.

At some point, he’ll drag you off to a private corner or to a single stall bathroom or even back to the car to dishevel your costume a bit with gentle groping and touches as you guys sloppily make out.

Probably messes up your hair, wig, makeup. Maybe all three. You might have to tell him to chill out cuz he’ll totally try to take you back home for some quality time together right now.

If yall are more into the ‘cosplay for a video and post it online but don’t leave the house’ thing, he’s totally fine with that too.

He wouldn’t care if no one even saw your cosplays but each other bc either way, it’s a lot of fun and he loves the quality time spent with you.

Always asks you to help with the makeup part of any cosplay. I couldn’t see him being very good with makeup so he’s gonna rely on you.

Also he sucks bc you’ll take hours to get into your cosplay, trying to perfect your look and Matt will ruin it all with his big, grabby hands and his soft, slobbery lips within minutes.

But god forbid you wreck his cosplay from being all handsy and kissy, he’ll pout about it for the rest of the day.

“Aawwww, (Y/N)!!! No! Why?! I looked so goooddddd, ugh!”

Back to the ‘fuck gender roles’ thing…Matt would find you so fucking hot cute in any cosplay, regardless of your gender or the characters’ gender.

If you are a fem who wants to dress as a masc character, he’s like 😍🥵

If you are a masc who wants to dress as a fem character, he’s like 😳🥰

If you’re anything in between or non binary or whatever, he doesn’t care. He vibes with you soooo heavy so your looks or your sexuality or your gender identity don’t bother him. If anything, your unique sense of yourself makes him adore you even more.

ALSO ALSO same goes with height, weight, skin color. If you wanna cosplay a character that actually looks nothing like you, is way taller than you or way thinner than you, he’s there to help you get it as accurate as you can

Tells you at least 100 times that it’s just dress up and doesn’t have to be perfect

But also tells you you’re always perfect in the same breath

He’ll support you in any way no matter what.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #5: A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

A/N: I don’t know what the fuck this is anymore. Enjoy the inside jokes if you catch them though.

Warnings: smut.

Matty forced a loud sigh of exasperation out of his lips, adjusting the pillow that he had sandwiched between his arm and his head. This felt like the hundredth time that he’d adjusted it. He resented it for moving. Blamed it for the fact that he couldn’t find a comfortable position to lay in, for the hundredth time, he slammed his head into the pillow with a dramatic thud against the mattress as he laid back down. Maybe going to bed early wasn’t such a great idea. 

But he hated being awake lately. And loved being in bed. All day long, George’s chiding words echoed in his mind, no matter how much he denied them. He couldn’t escape the lingering thoughts, or the feeling of guilt. He had nothing to feel guilty about. He’d done nothing wrong. So why does it feel like he has? She was the one to bring up experimenting with him. For practice. And all that shit George had brought up about years ago, none of it mattered. It’s been close to a decade. If she had any interest in him at all back then, she would’ve said something. He’s not going to ruin their friendship over this. Those were the thoughts that haunted him during the day. 

At night, though, his thoughts were different. As he laid there, in his cold bed, tossing and turning all night long, he couldn’t help but think about Amelia. Her eyes looking up at him as he hovered over her body protectively. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as he hit her with the crop. Her lips, puffy and red, primed for kissing and biting. The way she felt, clenching around him as he thrusted into her. Her arms, pulling against the restraints, begging him to let her touch him. Matty’s memories left him breathless, his chest rising and falling, he slid his hand down his body, into the waistband of his boxers, and tugged at the base of his hardening cock. His hand, making jerking motions, and his imagination were quick to bring him to the edge, soon, his hips bucked upwards as he fucked into his own hand, “ohhh fuck!’ 

——

Amelia’s steps faltered as soon as she was certain she was out of her date’s eye-shot. she finally let go of the breath she’d been holding, pushing the restaurant’s bathroom door open and rushing inside. She looked down at her shaky hands and felt tears well up in her eyes. Was it the self-disappointment or was it the fear that hurt more? She should’ve trusted her gut. Never should’ve let this date go on as long as it has. This man was aggressive from the second that she sat down at the table. Her skin crawled as she recalled their conversation, and his relentless demands that she let him go home with her, despite her consistent, unambiguous  declining. He repeated “you should just let me,” and “I’d make it worth your time.” The look in his eyes, which she couldn’t interpret, terrified her. Right now, the worst part to her was what she had done in response. Standing up, calling him a “perv” and a “creep” while stomping her foot and advising him to “take the hint, you fuckwit, a no is a no,” might have felt like the feminist, empowering move in the moment, but he’d probably fall off his chair laughing if he could see her now, moments later, hiding in the ladies’ room, shaking and crying. She didn’t want to leave the restaurant immediately, in case he followed her home, so she hovered over the bathroom sink, letting the tears run down her face while waiting it out. So much for casual dating.

She looked at her, now washed, face in the mirror, delicately wiping away makeup and tear stains with a paper towel. Time to be an adult now. she sniffled, fixing her posture and adjusting the strap of her purse before walking out of the women’s restroom. This night doesn’t have to be a total shitshow. She could stop at the store on her way home, get some snacks, go home and take a nice bath, get into some comfortable pajamas, and eat her snacks in bed. She was determined to turn this night around because why should one asshole’s inability to hear the word “no” make her feel like shit? She stopped dead in her tracks. The answer to her rhetorical question stared her in the face. That creep was still sitting right where she left him. No doubt, waiting for her.

Without a second thought, she turned around and rushed back into the restroom. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” Now he went from a douche who would pressure her into having sex with him after their shitty date if it means he’d get laid, to a legitimately scary, potential stalker. Amelia pulled out her phone, humiliated, and scrolled through her call log. The one time that she tries to stand up for herself ends with her hiding out and calling for help. Her finger hovered over Adam’s contact information while she wondered if it was worth pulling him away from his child, or if she could just make a run for it and hope for the best.

—

Matty looked down at his softening dick, ropes of cum clinging to the skin of his taut stomach. The momentary pleasure of his orgasm was already fading away, giving way to deep self-loathing. He walked into the bathroom to clean up and thought about how he can’t keep doing this. He’s better than this. Or so he’d hoped. But at the end of every draining day this week, he’d found himself laying in bed, in the exact same position. He turned the faucet on to drown out the sound of his own mind.

His problem was the isolation, Matty reasoned. Of course his mind is going to wander if all he did was sit at home, alone, overthinking and going to bed early. He needed to stay busy. He reached for his phone off the nightstand as he laid back down into bed, finding the instagram app, and scrolling mindlessly for a while. Until he stumbled upon a post that caught his eye, “Daisy Honey,” had posted a picture of herself in a bikini, with the caption “Beautiful ibiza” with a number of emojis that Matty struggled to decipher the relevance of. He clicked on her profile to learn that Daisy was 24 years old, new to LA, and her most recent YouTube video is titled “Why I’m Quitting Fast Fashion,” which, she informed her followers, is finally up, despite hotel wifi being slow, and they could all watch it by clicking the link in her bio. He clicked on the circle around her profile picture to view her stories. A photo of her, surrounded by a group of equally skinny, tall, beautiful women with the caption “my face says 73 but i finally made it to 24.”  It brought a smile to Matty’s face. He swiped up to message her. “hbd” he sent first, then he decided he should probably say more for good measure. “face looks not a day over 72,” then he sent “how is ibiza?” before he could say any more, his phone slipped out of his hands and fell, hitting his right collarbone. “fuck- christ!” he groaned. when he picked up his phone again, he had an incoming call.

“Amelia, hey- what?” He sat up, pressing the phone harder into his ear, his brows furrowing. “slow down, slow down, I can’t understand you.” He sprung to his feet, grabbing random clothing items out of his dresser. “And where was this? wait- you’re there now? stay in that bathroom. Don’t move! I’m on my way.”

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Amelia jumped when she heard the knock on the bathroom door. She rushed to open the door, but as her hand wrapped around the doorknob, she worried that it might not be Matty. with trembling, cold fingers, she unlocked the bathroom door and slowly opened the door, mere inches at first, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of the leather jacket and dress shoes, she knew without a doubt that it was Matty. Relief filled them both as their eyes met. Matty pulled Amelia in for a hug, and she let herself get lost in his arms, clinging to his jacket for dear life. the faint scent of cigarettes and cologne, probably from a past outing, filled her lungs. She wished she could find comfort in that smell, but it gave her a keen feeling of failure instead. A failure to protect herself like a grown woman, a failure to separate herself from her amorphous relationship with Matty. In her efforts to subvert the damsel in distress narrative, she wound up right in the middle of it.

“You alright?” Matty whispered into her ear as he held her.

“Y-yeah, thanks for coming.” she reluctantly pulled away from him, keeping her gaze downward.

Matty wrapped a protective arm around her, pulling her to him. “let’s get you home, then. Shall we?”

Her heart beat pounded in her chest as the made their way through the restaurant, hoping the man she’d been hiding from wouldn’t look too closely as they approached his table, and get thrown off by Matty’s presence.

“Hold on a second.” Matty’s eyes scanned the room full of busy tables. “which one is he?”

There goes her surreptitious exit. “Matty, don’t. Please-‘

“Either you tell me which one this brainless animal is, or im going to go up to every single man sitting alone in here. As you can see, it’s quite a busy night. lots of tables. It’d take me a while, but I will do it.“

“fine, fine.” she tugged on his jacket to shut him up, standing on her tiptoes, she whispered into his ear. “man in the green shirt.”

Without a second thought, Matty grabbed a hold of her hand and marched them over to the table where this disastrous date had started. Her ‘date’ looked up, confused at the sight of her clinging to another man, but before he could speak, Matty did.

“Good evening, mate. My name’s Matty Healy, but you can just call me- actually, you know what? don’t address me at all. That’d be a waist of my time.” 

Amelia brought her free hand to wrap around Matty’s upper arm, glance at him as he spoke. She swore he looked crazed.

she felt his hand move in hers as he bent down to the man’s level and whispered something in his ear. Before she know it, Matty cupped the stunned man’s jaw, squeezing his cheeks together with his thumb and index finger and hissing an “are we fuckin clear?” at him.

A waitress suddenly appeared behind them addressing Matty with a quivering voice. “S-sir? excuse me, sir?’ but he gave no indication of being aware of her. 

“I asked you a question, bro. Don’t make me ask again, cuz you won’t like how I do it.” Matty tilted the man’s squished face upwards, staring directly into his eyes. He received an incoherent mumble in return. 

“Sir, i’m going to have to call the police now” the waitress seemingly finding her voice.

Matty’s hand slowly let go, adjusting his jacket and taking a deep breath as he finally turned to face the waitress. “No need. As soon as my new friend here apologizes to Amelia, we’ll be on our merry way.” He looked at Amelia, his entire demeanor instantly changing, his face softening, his eyes even seemed calm. With an even, relaxed tone, he asked, “what did you say this motherfucker’s name is?”

“Arthur, but, listen, Matty, I don’t need an apology, we should just-“

“‘course you don’t. Who’s he for you to need anything from him? He’s the one who needs it. Right, Arthur?” Matty, was, of course, no longer looking at Amelia.

She nodded as Arthur spat out an obligatory apology, and watch Matty reach into the pocket of his jacket and pull out his wallet. He threw a handful of bills onto the table. “dinner’s on me.” He smiled, menacingly. Turning to the waitress, he produced more cash out of his wallet and handed them to her. “for the…trouble. Goodnight.” 

—

in the car, Matty emptied his pockets into the cup holder next to him as he dug around for a lighter. He tossed his phone into it first, then his cigarettes, then a keychain stacked with keys. “the fuck is it?” he mumbled to himself. “oh shit! I don’t think I brought one. left in a hurry, and-“ he sighed. “Do me a favor, babe, pop the glove box open, there’s probably a lighter in there.”

Amelia’s lips twitched, threatening a smile, at him calling her “babe.”

“Thanks.” Matty took the lighter and picked up his almost-empty, blue  “Camel,” cigarette packet. “Wan’ on?” he mumbled with a cig dangling from the corner of his mouth. Amelia shook her head and he shrugged, turning the engine on, and reaching for the music player. “any requests?”

“N-no, you’re the captain of this ship. you make the choice.” 

“fuck yeah, I am.” he clicked a few buttons, turned a few dials, and The Chicks’ “Wide Open Spaces” filled the car, with Matty humming along and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Wanna talk about it?” Matty lowered the volume once they’d gotten to a main road.

“The- date? oh, no, thanks. Rather not.”

He nodded slowly, watching with disappointment as the traffic light turned red before he could get to it.

“Actually, there is one thing I do wanna talk about.” For the first time tonight, Amelia sounded vaguely like her normal, cheery self which made Matty smile. “I wanna know what you said to Arthur. He looked like he was seeing a ghost.” 

“Oh, right.” Matty turned to look at her, a self-satisfied grin gracing his face. “Nothing massive. Just listed the qualifications that make me capable of breaking every bone of his body if ever attempted to contact you via text, dating app, phone, or even letter, carrier pigeon, or smoke signal. Then, I described in vivid detail the creative ways in which I’d go about breaking every bone in his body….that’s all.”

He watched her smile for an instant before correcting herself and putting on an unamused face. “so, pure caveman violence. Men.”

He giggled and she felt proud of herself for eliciting that reaction out of him. She also found herself wondering why his laugh turned her on so much. she glanced to the side, to avoid staring into his beautiful eyes for too long and noticed his phone light up, the vibration making a noise against the edges of the cup holder.

It was an instagram notification from a “Daisy something” thanking him for some reason and saying that it “means a lot coming from a good looking man like him.”

Amelia felt a lump in her throat, she attempted to swallow, but her mouth felt dry. Matty looked down at his phone then back up at Amelia. A car honked behind them, alerting Matty to the traffic light turning green. He hit the gas pedal and adjusted his hold of the steering wheel. She turned away from him, sitting back and turning to watch the city whizz past the passengers window.

—

Amelia unbuckled her seatbelt and watched the door opened, Matty lending her a hand to help steady her as she stepped out of his car in her heels. He reached for her purse, grabbing it before locking the doors.

“You don’t have to-“

“okay.” Matty walked past her and pulled the building door open.

“Thanks, for, umm- tonight. And sorry I interrupted your night.”

They both spoke at once. Matty, eager to let her know that it was no problem at all, had started to speak over her when she said “I didn’t wanna call you.” He frowned, but kept his eyes straight ahead as they climbed the stairs. “I called Adam first. He didn’t answer. so, umm, then I called Ross, but i think his phone must be dead or something. George’s out of town, I know, so.’ she swallowed, her voice shaky. “Had to call you.”

Matty took a moment to absorb the sting that her words caused him, then, when he was certain his voice wouldn’t betray him, he spoke again. “Adam and Carly went to see a film tonight. Probably has his phone on silent, cinema etiquette and all that.”

He handed her her purse back and she reached into it to fish out her keys.

“Wanna come inside?” Her tone wasn’t exactly warm and hospitable. Matty sensed that he should decline.

“I don’t want to intrude….unless you want me to? I mean if- you’d rather not be alone after tonight-“

“What?  I’m totally fine, it was just a weird date, but men are gross all the time, I’ve learned to just ignore it.”

Matty looked down at his feet, summoning all of his energy to keep a smile on his face. “right. I’m off, then. Goodnight.”

***

A few minutes, and several traffic violations later, Matty found himself, drink in hand, back online.

reading back the conversation he’d just had with Daisy, he decided to act on it and get himself a seat on the next flight to LA. He needs to get out of town anyway. Get a change of scenery, break up the routine. Maybe even get some work done or see some friends.

***

Amelia tapped the screen of her phone to check the time for the third time in the last 40 minutes. She hated this feelingThe  self-imposed pressure she put on herself every weekend. To use her weekends like ‘normal people would.’ It’s not that she wanted to. Not that she wished she went out more. To the contrary, she’d much rather fold laundry, make soup, and binge-watch the same television show that she’d been obsessed with for the past three months. But she knew that it wasn’t cool or superior to stay in every weekend. In fact, on the days where she’s clear and honest enough with herself, she can admit that her hermetic lifestyle is probably hurting her friendships.She should be calling people up and making plans. The problem was that she felt no inclination to do so. The main activities of people her age were geared towards  hooking up or finding a relationship. Neither of which came naturally to her. If, again, she were honest with herself she would admit that her instinct to stay at home all the time might have something to do with the fact that she’d feel weird and out of place if she did go out. Why should she force herself to be someone she’s not? caught up in a moment of self-affirmation, she picked up her phone and deleted her online dating apps. “No more creeps.”

Moments after setting her phone down, her screen lit up. It was a call, from Matty. She picked the phone back up and almost answered it . She didn’t want to appear too eager, though, so she let it ring one beat, two beats, then reminded herself again that she ought not to force herself to behave unnaturally and answered the call with an excited greeting.

“Heyyyy, Mia. how do you do?”

She frowned, “‘how do you do?’ Matty, are you drunk?”

“N-no! Not really, anyway….just a bit tipsy.” he chuckled.

“At this time of the day? are you insane?” she moved her phone away from her ear to double-check the time.

“Oh, no. I’m in LA, Mia. Guess I forgot to say that.”

“oh.” an unidentifiable feeling of discomfort rushed through her blood upon learning that Matty was thousands of miles away. “business or pleasure?”

“You know me, darlin.’ Business IS pleasure to me.” Matty, cracked unable to say that with a serious tone, he giggled to himself.

“Never say that again. like…ever.”

“Fair enough. nah, for real though. Just here to see some people. might get some work done though. Saw Phoebe, and, some people tonight.”

“Bridgers? Oh, how is she?” Amelia always got excited to hear about Matty’s adventures on the other side of the world, especially if any of them involved Phoebe Bridgers.

“She’s alright. It was a bunch of us actually. some people from her band, and a couple of guys from our offices and stuff. so I haven’t got anything juicy for you. just a night out.”

Matty entertained Amelia’s extremely specific and completely random questions about what it’s like to be out with Phoebe Bridgers. Nothing he hasn’t answered before, but it always seemed to make her happy, and he found the fangirl within her quite endearing.

“So, where are you right now? Where are you calling me from?” Amelia asked after a lull in the conversation.

“Hotel room. bed, specifically.” he laughed as he added, “I’m not at Phoebe’s home or anything.”

“I suppose it’s late where you are now, yes?”

“mhm.” Matty switched his phone to the other ear, to give is right side a rest, “You know what I was thinking, though? We haven’t taught you any new bedroom tricks in a while. Does that make me a bad teacher?”

“You’re always traveling, so, yeah. You think students learn anything while their teacher’s on holiday?”

“Oh, my sweet, innocent, Mia.” His voice suddenly changed, sounding deeper, darker. “You really do need this education, don’t you?” 

“I- what’s- what?”

“Don’t have to be in the same room together to have sex.” Matty pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and undoing his jeans. “We don’t even have to be in the same time zone.”

“oh?” It took her scrambled mind a moment to take in his suggestion. “Oh, you- you mean…phone sex?”

***

Amelia couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to this. But stepping out of her comfort zone is the whole point of their arrangement. Besides, she’d missed him. Missed having sex with him. Missed his delicate touch, coupled with his firm decisive voice, always seeming to know exactly what to say to put her at ease and cut the tension. Always knowing what to do to ensure her safety and pleasure. She was never gonna find that on a dating app.

“Yeah, i’m ready, I just- don’t know wh-“

“You let me worry about the logistics, just need you to relax, okay, darlin’?” She could hear the smile in his voice, and she’d see it enough times to be able to picture his face perfectly. At this rate, it really won’t take much. Maybe this whole thing is easier than she’d imagined.

“I know it feels odd, yeah?” Matty’s voice invaded her senses. She closed her eyes, resting her naked back against the mattress. She wanted to feel him everywhere. “I get it.’ He continued, “the whole point of sex is that it’s about being there. feeling everything. my skin against yours. My lips on your neck, your arms wrapped around my back, nails digging into my skin, pulling me closer and closer as I move inside you, until we’re chest to chest. no room for even air, between us.”

Amelia felt the urge to clench her legs as Matty went on. “your fingers, running through my hair,” Amelia’s hands reached below her waist, towards the wetness between her legs. “im so on top of you that my lips are by your ear. you can hear, feel, see, and touch me. It’s overwhelming to have so much of your mind and body stimulated. That’s why orgasms feel so intense” Matty was breathless, He took a moment to collect himself. “But when you do it on the phone….it’s weird. we’re not together. There’s a machine between us. But, I think if you close your eyes.” Matty swore he heard her moan, but he wasn’t going to interrupt her to ask, “Remember what I taught you about touching yourself.” The reminder was meant to be for her, but it helped that images of her with her hands between her legs, doing what he told her to do came flooding through the front of his mind, too. “Do you remember all that?” His own hand dipped underneath the duvet.

“mhm” she whined, desperate.

“No, Amelia. Use your words.” He was stern, but he swallowed his own moan to maintain that tone.

“I- ah- I remember. I promise.” She yelled out, impatient.

“Good. then all you have to do is make yourself feel good. And picture me, on top of you, kissing down your body, your breasts, your stomach. worshipping every inch of your skin the way that it deserves to be worshipped. especially the insides of your thighs. fuck-i can’t wait to have my lips on your cunt again, soon.”

Her hips swayed as she shook, moving her fingers faster and faster as Matty’s voice filled her head. “Matty, please, umm- i’m close- I”

“Together, then, alright? cum for me, baby.”

“Fuck!!” she heard the phone slide off the bed and fall to the floor as she convulsed from head to toe.

****

It was hours later, the sun already coming up outside of Matty’s hotel window, when they finally ended their call. Sleep had overtaken him completely. With squinting, watery eyes, he sent her a final message, before plugging his phone in to charge, and falling asleep.

In her own bed, Amelia stared at the text with a smile on her face.

“Good girl xx  [this is me kissing you like I usually do before leaving] goodnight.”

butterflies in her stomach and echoes of Matty’s voice in her mind were distracting her from her usual quotidian activities. She scrolled through her phone, to find something else to think about and redirect her thoughts. And the internet, as always, never disappoints.

News had now traveled across the pond and headlines began to circulate everywhere.

Matty Healy stumbles, looking intoxicated out of mystery apartment. featuring a photo of Matty, on the streets of LA blinded by the flashing lights.

Amelia hated that her first thought was “his eyes! that must have given him a headache.”

another headline read,

Matt Healy, lead singer of British Rock band seen in LA with Phoebe Bridgers and friends.above a picture of Matty, with a group of people, some of whom she recognized, but a couple of whom she didn’t. including the brunette on Matty’s arm.

Phoebe Bridgers x 1975 collab? Lead Singer of Indie Band Matty Healey and 'Punisher' Singer On Double Date in LA

Amelia set her phone down, clutching her waist as she felt an impossibly tight knot twist in her stomach. It felt like her heart had been physically stabbed.

[101emo]

Emo FAQs What you might be wondering or thinking. Save some time asking questions and have a peek below.

FAQ: I can't dye my hair what do I do?/Can I be emo without black hair? Duh! Not all emos have that pitch black hair. Though it is more seen and traditional to have raven black hair- some have crimson red, electric blue, blonde, dark brown- I've had my fair share of colour crazes growing up emo. As long as it's in that stereotypical emo styled cut; I'm sure you can get away with it. Hair: 101- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

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FAQ: Can I still wear makeup and paint my nails as a guy? Uhm, obvi. I'm a guy with heavy eyeliner, full face of foundation and black painted nails. It's part of the culture! Take a look at the male band members, you think they look like that naturally? Makeup: 101, Nails: 101- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

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FAQ: I don't have the money for new clothing or accessories- help? Hit your local thrift store! A lot of my cool finds and even my brand name shoes tend to be second hand. DIY old black shirts into something cool! Weave a cool bracelet or get your hands on some kandi/pony beads. You don't have to spend hundreds on a new wardrobe to be a part of the emo subculture. Apparel: 101 Kandi: 101 & DIYs- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

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FAQ: Do I have to be white to be emo? Uhm, no??? Though emos are pale, yes. It's not a culture that is racially motivated, in fact- it can be very diverse. If you're feeling left out, do a quick google image search and I'm sure you can see what I mean by diverse. Just because you have a different skin colour doesn't mean you can't have fun and enjoy the scene <3 Skin: 101- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

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FAQ: Should I get piercings?/What piercings to get?/I'm too young for piercings- help? Piercings are something that's very prominent in emos if you look at their accessories. Piercings aren't required to fit in, nor do they define if you're emo or not, don't be silly. I currently have about 4 :)

If you can't/don't want to commit to getting pierced- there's a few options;

Look online for clip on ear piercings, they're cheap and without the pain of a needle. You can also find stick on ones for facial piercings (which I use for snake bites). I prefer slide on rather than magnetic septums for long wear. I try to avoid magnetic piercings at all cost since they can seriously damage tissue/cartilage after prolonged use.

Where should you start if you have no piercings? Loab. Start with your earlobes and see how they go for you!

What's common? Any kind of lip piercings are common in the scene, as well as septum piercings. Normally ears are hidden behind straight black hair- but you can deck them out if you really want. Piercings: 101- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

TLDR PLZ?... You don't need piercings, silly. It's personal preference. I would go for septum, snakes and loab piercings if you're looking to get pierced. If you don't want to or are too young too, look online for clip on piercings- avoid magnetic!

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FAQ: Emo, Scene? What's the difference? While emo culture was born in the 1980s and became increasingly popular around the 2000s, scene was born in the 2000s.

Although both styles have similar roots, there are some notable differences between emo and scene;

Emo generally involves a specific style of black clothing, punk, metal or rock music, and ideology that expresses deep and intense emotions, often related to emotional suffering and addiction, SH or suicidal struggles. Apparel: 101- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

Scene on the other hand is characterized by bright eye-catching colours, bright patterns, EDM or rave music, lots of accessories and a more playful attitude. Scenesters tend to be more extroverted than emos.

Both are normally thin, wear heavy eyeliner and have teased hair to all living hell- but really, they're very different from face value.

TLDR PLZ?... Scene is colourful, bright, colour vomit central. They're outgoing, party and listen to different music.

Emo is dark, emotional, maybe a colour here and there. Punk, metal or rock music. But there are crossovers so it's easy to confuse.

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FAQ: Is emo fashion alternative/alt? I personally don't consider emo fashion to be alt, no; Alternative fashion or alt fashion is a style that deviates from mainstream apparel. Its often seen as a style which doesn't conform to societies brand of 'normal'- it's also often used as an umbrella term for specific subcultures (such as emo, goth, scene, punk). A lot of people tend to confuse emo fashion with alternative fashion. Though the emo music genre is classified as a genre of alternative/punk rock. Technically it is alternative, yes.

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This section may be triggering to some. TW: EDs, SH, Suicide

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FAQ: Do I have to be thin/anorexic to be emo? No. Though being thin is a part of the culture, you don't have to be a stick to dress the part, listen to music and style your hair silly.

The subculture did thrive in popularity throughout the pro-anorexia period, so the heroine-chic was in. The thinner the better. A lot of emos tend do be thin due to the correlation around disordered eating and the pressure to drop weight inside of the culture. Don't starve yourself. Follow a diet and exercise regularly if you want to drop weight. Weight loss: 101- coming soon ;) Follow the blog x

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FAQ: Do I have to cut/self harm to be an emo? No. 100% not. Please don't go down that route.

A correlation between the emo subculture and self-harm struggle is very prominent in the media. Whether it be the stereotype, song lyrics, poetry- you name it. But you definitely do not need to self-harm to be emo.

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FAQ: Do I have to be depressed/suicidal? Again, hell no.

Never put yourself in mental anguish just to 'fit in' with the scene. Please, try to talk to someone if you're struggling.

Being a little angsty and hating the world we live in is enough.

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Please, if you're struggling- reach out. Don't suffer alone x

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How would Wanda react to dove in Sephora? like I can just imagine that dove is like those 10 year old girls (obv not as bratty) and fills her basket to the brim with drunk elephant and perfumes. And she’s all like “mommy, can I get this?”

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda has to drag natasha inside, she’s far too proud to willingly enter a makeup store, but wanda and dove need new eyeliner and its especially fun to see the always composed natasha romanoff outside of her element. dove practically leads the way, she’s skipping between aisles, throwing things into the basket natasha’s holding, asking wanda which palette compliments her undertones better. wanda’s loving every minute of it. she loves being an avenger and she adores the dirty parts of her job that make her feel capable and resilient, but there’s something so healing about leaving all of that behind and just being a woman and embracing femininity with her girlfriends. when they get to the skincare section though, natasha’s even more confused then she was before. it’s not to say she doesn’t take care of her skin, because she does, but it’s wanda’s things that she uses and seeing an entire wall of different brands and creams and serums… her head hurts just trying to understand what dove is throwing into the basket. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ “why do you need three different… liquids?” natasha furrows her brows, picking up one of the bottles to further analyze it. she doesn’t think half the ingredients on the back are even remotely safe to put on such sensitive skin, but wanda had no objections to it and her little dove looks as happy as a clam. “natty, they’re serums. this one helps with age lines… maybe you should try it.” dove cheekily pats her girlfriends cheek, clearly falling under the woman’s dominating spell as green eyes pierce hers. her belly flutters as they stare into each others eyes, and shyly dove dips her head down to the floor. “yeah, natty. maybe you should try it.” wanda teases, slapping the redheads ass without any care about who could be watching. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ when they finally make it to checkout, wanda insisting that she pays for everything despite doves whines and protests, natasha goes numb at the total. she wears makeup, she takes care of her skin, but she’s seriously underestimated how much wanda spends every couple of months when she runs out to the store or places an order online. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ it’s safe to say that natasha never goes with dove and wanda again. she’s more then happy to let her two girlfriends have their own bonding moment without her. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚