#beauty 101

[colinfirth]

GREEN IS FOR VILLAINY Snow White (1937) Cinderella (1950) Sleeping Beauty (1959) One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961) The Little Mermaid (1989) The Lion King (1994) The Princess and the Frog (2009)

[masterhallmark]

Rant incoming

I feel like the problem with a lot of Disney's live action remakes (and arguably Wish) is they're trying to appeal to a crowd that no longer exists, namely the people who used to claim that the Disney Princesses were sexist.

All the interviews tend to include, "Well she's not chasing a MAN anymore" which...almost no one sees the princesses like that, anymore. Virtually NO ONE still believes the princesses are man-chasing sexist caricatures of women.

Cinderella is now hailed as an abuse victim who stayed strong long enough to get help to get out of her situation. Anyone who says she should have saved herself is basically regarded as a victim blamer. And it's very clear in the film she wasn't looking to marry the prince, she just wanted a night off. She was the only one who wasn't in line to meet him. She didn't find out she met the prince until he went looking for her!

Snow White is now hailed for her negotiation skills, ability to calm down after extreme stress (she had a moment of panic and had to cry for a bit, but who wouldn't after finding out The Queen hired someone to kill you?), and ability to take charge of a house of adult men. And again, she was an abuse victim, this time trying to escape ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS. While she dreamed of her prince, it was secondary to her main goal of SURVIVAL. There are also entire video essays about how Snow White gave hope to people during The Great Depression.

Everyone acknowledges that Ariel wanted to be human BEFORE meeting Eric. We all know she was a nerd hyperfixating on humans, and also standing up to her prejudiced father.

We understand Sleeping Beauty wasn't the main character, the Three Good Fairies were, AND PHILLIP WOULD NEVER HAVE BEATEN MALEFICENT WITHOUT THEM! He literally depended on them! WOMEN SAVED THE DAY! But even then, is it really such a sin for a girl to fantasize about romance and fall for someone with corny pickup lines?

We all understand Jasmine just wanted someone to treat her LIKE A PERSON. She rejected every Prince before Aladdin because they treated her like a prize. So why did they need her to want to be Sultan? How did that make her more feminist when she already wanted to be treated like an equal and have a say in her future? Is it only empowering if you want a career in politics?

We admire that Belle, despite living in a judgemental village, was kind to everyone (even though she found the village life dull), and her story teaches girls that the guy everyone else loves isn't always a good guy. What's sexist about teaching girls about red flags? And she didn't start being nice to The Beast until he started treating her with respect and kindness.

Do I really NEED to defend Mulan or Tiana? I think they speak for themselves.

Rapunzel was yet another abuse victim who just needed a little help to get out of her bad situation. In this case, she also needed to learn that she was an abuse victim, and that what Mother Gothel did WASN'T normal, much like many victims of gaslighting.

And don't get me started on the non-princess animals.

Perdita had a healthy relationship with Pongo to the point she was open to express her pregnancy fears to him, and was ready to TEAR APART Cruella's goons for daring to touch her puppies as well as adopting the other puppies. Like, she was so ferocious the goons mistook her for a hyena! She's basically that "I AM THAT GIRL'S MOTHER!" scene from SpyXFamily if Yor were a dog. She and her husband were a TEAM.....but they made a Cruella live action to turn her into a girlboss?! The literal animal abuser!? THAT'S the woman you wanted to put on a pedestal when Perdita was RIGHT THERE!?

Duchess kept her kittens calm after they had been catnapped and was classy as heck. Nice to everyone regardless of social class during a time period where that was uncommon.

Lady stood up to Tramp when she believed he had abandoned her and didn't really care about her. She found out he was a heartbreaker and was like, "Nuh uh. No. You are not doing that to me! You put me through enough."

Miss Bianca from The Rescuers was IN CHARGE the whole movie, and was willing to risk life and limb to save an innocent child. THAT TINY MOUSE TOOK ON ALLIGATORS! And she picked Bernard to accompany her because he was the only one who wasn't ogling her. And then in the sequel SHE DID IT ALL AGAIN! I wish I were as brave as her.

Like, the public haven't accused these ladies of being sexist caricatures since 2014 (Actresses and actors don't count, they're out of touch like the rest of Hollywood) yet Disney is operating under the assumption that the public still thinks that way, hence all the "sHe'S nOt AfTeR a MaN iN ThIs VeRsIOn" talk.

The live action remakes are trying to attract an audience that doesn't really exist much, anymore, and back when it did exist, was comprised mainly of people who didn't actually watch the films. The Disney princesses are no longer seen as sexist, and feminine qualities are no longer seen as weak or undesirable.

[meaninginmakeup]

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[diamonddaze01]

tarararara my love! for your drabble game i wanna do prompt no. 6 but with a twist-

Do you like me? Check yes or yes

the ball is in your court now bub!

do you like me?

pairing: wonwoo x reader, law school au | wc: 944 prompt: "Do you like me? check yes or yes" | warnings: none a/n: dedicated to both @svtiddiess and @tusswrites bc the greatest minds think alike

The library was quieter than usual, the usual hum of stressed-out law students replaced by the rhythmic scratching of pens and flipping of pages. You and Jeon Wonwoo had somehow claimed a table near the window—a rare truce in the ongoing cold war of your academic rivalry.

You weren’t entirely sure how it started. Maybe it was the time he answered a question in Contracts class before you could, perfectly articulating the rule of consideration in a way that had the professor beaming. Or maybe it was the time you aced your Civil Procedure exam, and he shot you that unreadable glance as he exited the lecture hall, his graded paper tucked discreetly under his arm. Somewhere along the line, though, it became a thing: Jeon Wonwoo vs. You.

You were loud, unabashed, and utterly relentless in debates. Wonwoo? Quiet, methodical, and terrifyingly sharp. It was as though the universe had handpicked you to be polar opposites, with one mutual goal: finishing top of the class.

It wasn’t just about ego—though you’d never admit how much satisfaction you felt when you won. For you, being at the top meant proving that your voice mattered, that you could command a room even in the cutthroat world of law. For him, you suspected it was different. Wonwoo worked with a quiet precision that seemed to come from something deeper, something you couldn’t quite place. He was impossible to read, and maybe that’s what frustrated you the most.

The rivalry only grew fiercer with time: whispered debates in the hallway after class, stolen glances at each other’s grades, the occasional sarcastic jab when you passed in the library. It had become a fixture of your law school experience.

So why were you here, sitting across from him in the library? That was another story.

It started two weeks ago, when the Professor of Legal Ethics—who clearly took pleasure in student suffering—had paired you two for a moot court assignment. The project was simple: argue a mock case against each other, with grades determined by individual performance.

You’d scoffed at the announcement. “Of course,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

He’d glanced at you, an amused glint in his eyes. “Don’t sound too excited.”

The idea of working with him—of watching him meticulously dismantle your arguments before you even had a chance to deliver them—should have been unbearable. But instead, you’d found yourself suggesting, “We should prep together. You know, scope out the competition.”

Wonwoo had hesitated, his lips twitching in what might have been amusement. “You’re offering to help me beat you?”

“Who said I’m helping you?” you’d shot back, grinning. “I just want to see if you’re as good as everyone says.”

Now here you were, begrudging study partners, buried under stacks of legal texts and sharing a tense but surprisingly comfortable silence. Except you couldn’t focus. Not because of the assignment—your case brief was flawless—but because of him.

Wonwoo, with his quiet determination, his maddening focus, and his infuriating ability to make your heart race with just a glance. You didn’t know when it started—when the rivalry began to feel less like competition and more like curiosity. When his sharp intelligence stopped annoying you and started fascinating you instead.

Maybe it was last week, when he had stayed late after your prep session, walking with you to the parking lot under the glow of the streetlights. The conversation had been light, easy—unexpectedly so. You’d caught him smiling, not his usual smirk but something softer, almost shy. It had lingered with you far longer than it should have.

Or maybe it was the other day, when you’d caught him lost in thought, glasses slipping down his nose as he scribbled something in the margins of his notebook. He had looked up at you then, catching you staring, and raised an eyebrow in question. You had blurted something incoherent about “legal precedents” before burying your face in your notes, your cheeks burning.

You were doomed.

Tonight wasn’t any better. He was scribbling furiously in his textbook, his pen tapping softly against the edge of the page. You should have been working on your counterarguments, but instead, you were folding a piece of notebook paper into an origami crane.

After a few moments, you slid the crane across the table to him. Wonwoo didn’t look up at first, too engrossed in his notes, but when the crane nudged his hand, he paused. His sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you gave him your best innocent smile.

He carefully unfolded the crane. Inside, in your bold handwriting, were the words: “Do you like me? Check yes or yes.” Below, you’d drawn two boxes, both labeled “yes,” along with a winking face for good measure.

Wonwoo blinked at the note, his expression unreadable. But then, his ears turned a shade of red so deep you could practically hear your heart screaming.

You stared, waiting, your pulse thundering in your ears. And then, to your surprise, he smirked.

Pulling out his pen, he checked one of the boxes. Then, with deliberate care, he tore off the bottom half of the paper, scribbled something, and slid it back to you.

You unfolded it, your chest tight with anticipation. Written in his small, neat handwriting was: “Can you quiet down now? I’m trying to focus.” Below it, he’d drawn a tiny, lopsided heart.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you murmured.

Wonwoo didn’t respond, but the pink flush creeping up his neck and the faint twitch of his lips told you everything you needed to know.

Somehow, the rivalry didn’t feel like a competition anymore.

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[hampop]

Currently pirating Disney movies

[honeytonedhottie]

soft skin 101⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✍🏽🗒️

notes from my beauty binder about how i keep my skin soft and hydrated on a day to day basis…💬🎀

EXFOLIATION ;

use exfoliating gloves to wash ur body. they're rly good cuz they scrub ur body and get rid of any dead skin that could make ur skin rough etc. if u can't reach ur back with exfoliating gloves use an african net sponge or an exfoliating loofa that can reach ur back.

LOTION FOR DRY SKIN ;

even if u dont struggle with dry skin, the lotions that companies make for dry skin is super duper thick and moisturizing and it makes you SO SO soft. something that i rly like to use is the jergens ultra healing lotion. use body butters too.

use scrubs but not every day cuz thats not good for you. most of the scrubs that i use are from tree hut and my favorites from there are…💬🎀

♡ tahitian vanilla

♡ sugar cookie shea sugar scrub

♡ cotton candy

omg also mix in oils in ur cremes and body butters for EXTRA moisturization…💬🎀

FOR SOFT FEET AND HANDS ;

i use a salt scrub on my feet because it is a bit rougher which i prefer and it leaves my feet feeling more soft and smooth. then i use a thick moisturizer and cover my feet with socks.

for soft hands just moisturize ur hands periodly with thick hand creams and lotions. also soaking my hands in olive oil every now and then for 5 minutes helps a lot to soften my hands.

[atdawn]

— but the gateway to the world was still outside the reach of him.

[romancemedia]

Disney Couples + Snuggling Together

[mftm1987]

DAVE GAHAN · 101 · NOTHING

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Inspired by (x)

[glossytreasures]

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇ (1950 - 1967)

[hhonbun]

Their first home together.

[diamonddaze01]

Tara! So for the prompt game what about woozi (ofc) and 70. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission”?

I hope that helps you come up with something interesting ☺️

permission not required

pairing: jihoon x reader | wc: 847 prompt: "I didn't realize I needed your permission." a/n: MARENNNNN this was such a cute idea i loved writing it i hope you love it <333

The first thing you notice is the quiet. No alarms, no muffled hum of Jihoon’s phone buzzing from his nightstand. Just the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing beside you and the faint chill of the winter morning outside the cocoon of your shared duvet.

The sunlight filters in through the curtains, casting soft, golden light over the room. You stretch lazily, a small smile tugging at your lips when you feel the comforting weight of Jihoon’s arm slung over your waist. His grip is loose but warm, the kind of touch that speaks of trust even in his sleep.

You turn to face him, heart softening at the sight. Jihoon is still sound asleep, his face tucked slightly into the pillow. His hair is messy, tousled strands falling over his forehead, and the faintest trace of pink colors his cheeks. A black hairtie rests snugly on his wrist, the same one he always keeps there for you. The sight makes you smile—your dependable Jihoon, even when he doesn’t realize it.

It hits you just how long it’s been since you’ve woken up next to him like this. Between your long work hours and his packed schedule of practices, recordings, and meetings, mornings together had turned into fleeting dreams. Most of the time, you were already out the door when he woke, leaving hurried goodbye texts in your wake. On his end, alarms always meant rushing to a practice studio or preparing for an endless day ahead.

But today is different. No schedules. No alarms. Just you and him, here.

You shift closer, the quiet intimacy wrapping around you like a blanket. You can’t help yourself—you press a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to the corner of his mouth. His skin is warm, carrying the faintest scent of his shampoo.

Your lips find his temple next, then the tip of his nose, then the smooth plane of his forehead. Jihoon stirs, his brow furrowing slightly before his eyes flutter open.

“Morning,” you whisper, pressing another kiss to his jaw.

He hums in response, the low, groggy sound vibrating in his chest. His eyelids are heavy as he blinks at you, his expression hazy with sleep.

“What are you doing?” he mutters, his voice rough and muffled.

“Kissing you,” you reply simply, the corners of your lips quirking up.

He groans, his free hand coming up to rub at his face, though it does nothing to hide the blush blooming on his cheeks. “Do you need to be this...enthusiastic?”

“Do you need to be this grumpy?” you tease, leaning down to plant another kiss on the tip of his nose.

Jihoon lets out a soft sigh, turning his head just enough to glance at you through barely-open eyes. “I didn’t realize I needed to give you permission.”

His words make you laugh, a sound soft and light, like the morning itself. “Good,” you murmur against his skin, brushing your lips over his cheek again, “because I don’t need it.”

You catch the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips, though his blush deepens, spreading to the tips of his ears. The hairtie on his wrist catches your eye, and your heart squeezes. Even when you aren’t together, even when you’ve both spent more time apart than you’d like, he’s always thinking of you in these little ways.

“Seriously,” he mutters, voice low and a little flustered, “how many more of those are you planning on giving me?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, your lips hovering over his temple. “I guess until I run out of space.”

Jihoon groans again, but this time there’s no hiding the smile that’s threatening to take over his face. Before you can press another kiss, his arm tightens around your waist, and in one swift motion, he flips you onto your back.

“Hey!” you squeal, laughter spilling from your lips as he hovers over you, his face still tinged with that endearing shyness, but now accompanied by a glimmer of playful mischief.

“My turn,” he says simply, his voice soft and teasing, before leaning down to press kisses across your face.

He’s deliberate—your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, even your chin. Your giggles fill the room, his lips chasing them as if determined to capture each one.

“Jihoon!” you laugh, trying to squirm away, but his weight keeps you in place, warm and grounding.

“Hm?” he hums, brushing his lips over the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission either.”

You’re laughing too hard to reply, your chest light and full as his lips finally find yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulls back, his smile is shy but genuine, his gaze filled with a quiet affection that makes your heart ache in the best way.

“Stay here,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair out of your face with his fingers.

You loop your arms around his neck, tugging him back down against you. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, neither of you do.

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[amortaldivinity]

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ A few of my PERSONAL correspondences when doing glamour magic with simple weekly beauty tasks according to the phases of the moon. ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

[stargazerlillian]

Animations of various Disney villains featured in "Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom."

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