#bronze eyeshadow

[theautismzone]

𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 "𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾" 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍

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[snowdin-stims]

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[dreveel]

Metal Swatching; {Credit}

[gmanmedias]

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[meatsound]

thank god i dont wear makeup this shit looks like a nightmare

[born-to-lose]

What do I do with my hair for the H.E.A.T concert

[dazombi3fari3]

Natasha Denona Birthday Gift

Hey doll hey! How’s your day/night going? Great I hope. I’m still trying to get through this latest fibro flare… and the pending hurricane isn’t helping much with that. I received a birthday gift in the mail yesterday and wanted to haul it before I use the items I received. I received 5 new Natasha Denona midi palettes. 1 is the newest palette released and 4 are palettes that have been out for…

[natashadenona1]

The Ultimate ROSE Lip Set - Daphne - Natasha Denona

Beginning at the top corner of your upper lip, line lips with I NEED A ROSE LIP CRAYON or slightly overline for a fuller, more dramatic look. Maintain the lip crayon's vibrant color and creamy texture by tightly securing the cap after use. To extend the wear of your lipstick, fill in lips with the lip pencil before applying I NEED A ROSE LIPSTICK for a fuller, flawless, long lasting look. https://natashadenona.com/collections/lips/products/the-ultimate-rose-lip-set-daphne

[johnypage95]

Gorgeous Lady Cosmetics:-

Makeup is extremely important because it enables people to express themselves artistically, improving their self-esteem and self-confidence. It enables people to feel more at ease and show themselves to society in a way that is consistent with their particular style by empowering them to emphasize their distinctive characteristics, conceal flaws, and modify their looks. If you want to know more information, visit: https://www.gorgeousgirlmakeup.in/

[beauteandhoot]

Mixed shimmers and mattes, bronzer, blush and highlighter all-in-one palette. Add this palette to your fancy jet-setting lifestyle now.

Oh you fancy huh? Order your palette today!

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[paradoxlemonade]

Also why can't I buy eyeshadow in bulk. I don't want a palette with 70 different tiny colors I want a large amount of ten different colors. I will buy my large amount of colors individually I do not care. Why can't I do this.

I only know how to do stage makeup why is street makeup hard

[seriallover]

Makeup for Solar women💛

Radiant skin with light foundation coverage, soft contouring on the cheeks, and natural eyebrows. Glowing, golden-highlighted cheeks paired with bronze and copper shimmer eyeshadow, subtle lashes, and finished with glossy, oil-sheen lips.

[kittysdiary]

The Pornstar/Stripper Look

My current favorite aesthetic filled with girly seductiveness and details consisting of mini skirts, glitter smokey eyes, form fitting clothing, bombshell curls, diamonds, big lips, furs, cheetah print, bleached blonde blowouts + flirty colors. An overall bimbo look!

Signatures 🎀:

“Forever obsessed with early 00s pornstar signature staples like platinum blonde hair, french tips, glossed plump lips, a perfect tan, bedazzled details, skimpy clothing + fragrance notes of a perfect balance of sugar and spice!”

mini skirts

light denim

silk and lace fabrics

ruffles

lingerie worn as everyday clothing

diamonds + rhinestones

crop tops

low rise jeans

pink and black plaid

furs

feathers

push up bras

thongs

leather bottoms

corsets

knee high stockings

halter tops

tight shorts

pumps + pleasers

Color Palette and Patterns 🎀:

PINK + more pink! Play with different animal patterns and pattern sizes. Camo patterns and plaids are used a lot. Neutrals are your best friend. Look for light wash denims, dark leathers + fabrics with shimmer especially silver!

Beauty 🎀:

Makeup:

smokey eyes

tan skin

baby pink frosted lips

thin eyebrows

hot pink lips

highlighted brow bone

heavy black eyeliner

fluffy lashes

beauty marks

black, brown, hot pink, baby blue or sliver eyeshadow

“no makeup” makeup look

light blush

bronzed

Hair:

platinum blonde, black or brown

bombshell curls

blow outs

fluffed bangs

short bobs

high ponytails or buns

Nails:

long or short french tips

square shaped

matching toes

Fragrance:

gourmand + spice notes

tease - victoria’s secret

love don’t be shy - kilian

good girl - carolina herrera

fantasy - britney spears

sweet like candy - ariana grande

viva la juicy - juicy couture

angel muse - thierry mugler

pink sugar - aquolina

Accessories + Details 🎀:

Essentials:

diamonds

chokers

baseball caps 

chunky belts

rhinestone details

tramp stamps

belly piercing

dermals

waist + belly chains

marilyn piercing 

playboy bunny symbol

large jewelry charms

heart, star + cherry shapes

large framed sunglasses

[a-major-love]

Night Fever

Pairing - Michael Jackson x Fem!Reader

Summary - Of all people you could have met that fateful night, it had to be him.

Word Count - 1k+

Warnings - MDNI, fem pronouns, mentions of smoking & alcohol, no use of y/n

A/N - I always imagined dancing with Michael was incredibly fun but also probably intimidating. Enjoy!

1977

Spotlights pierced through the haze of smoke filtering the air, beaming down on the partygoers. Sweat rolled off their skin, mingling with the overpowering stench of perfume and cigarettes. The men and women’s eyes twinkled at you, sparkling from pressed glitter. Their bright, painted lips mouthed along to the stream of ABBA lyrics filling the crowded space. The music pouring from the speakers vibrated under your feet. Studio 54 was lively, and terrifying all at once. 

“Friday nights are always the busiest,” your friend – Alicia –  mentioned from beside you. Her stark black hair was pulled into a tight bun, revealing her teal colored eyeshadow. The sequined dress she wore hung off her bronzed shoulders, flecks of glitter dotted her skin. 

You glanced down at the denim jumpsuit you wore, with a thick belt secured around the waist. Somehow, despite the pumps digging into the soles of your feet, you felt mildly underdressed. You scanned the crowd, biting your lip as your eyes swept over the other dancers. 

“Let’s go, birthday girl,” Alicia said, nudging you towards the center of the room. 

You giggled. “I’m just trying to appreciate the atmosphere.” 

“Well, you can go appreciate it out on the dancefloor.” 

She grasped onto your forearm, pushing through the cluster of hot bodies that brushed against you two. You could feel the men’s gazes pass over you, their heavy eyes glancing over your form before looking away. Glasses with golden liquid, and pierced olives swung around you as the people got lost in the music. 

You finally approached the middle of the dance floor, where a bright, glowing disco ball hung above your heads. Alicia broke out into a grin, her pearly white teeth pointed to the ceiling. Her dangled hearings whipped around her face as she began swaying to the music.  

It was initially her idea, at first, to celebrate your birthday at Studio 54. All you knew about the nightclub was that the entrance fee was too expensive, and the line never seemed to ease up. As much as you adored Alicia, you couldn’t find a good reason to stand outside all night – in New York during the spring – hoping to make it inside before the place closed. If there’s one thing you understood about spring in New York, it was how cold the nights could be. 

So, how in the hell she pulled this off, you were sure she would take to her grave. 

You laughed, watching her bounce around, throwing her head back. Acting as if a plethora of eyes weren’t on her. You swayed your hips, letting your eyes close as the sweet sounding harmonies of the Bee Gees washed over you. It felt as if everybody on the dance floor was in sync, breathing and moving in time with each other. 

Sharing one heart, one pulse to the music. 

Your body moved and rocked, becoming bewitched by the entrancing tune. 

“Excuse me-

You suddenly bumped into someone, startling both you and the stranger. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said, whipping around to face them. A pair of oak, brown eyes crinkled at you as the strange man chuckled to himself. 

“It’s alright,” he assured, adjusting his blazer. “You’re not a bad dancer, you know.” 

You playfully grinned at him, “Have you been watching me dance?”

“I – uh didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered.

You scanned the man, taking in his wide doe eyes and large afro currently dusted with glossy confetti. A gold pendant rested between the dip of his chest, a sliver of deep brown skin peaking through the few undone buttons.

Somewhere, in the back corners of your mind, familiarity tugged at your brain. 

“Have we met before?” you inquired, furrowing your brows. 

“No, we haven’t,” he answered, perhaps a little too quickly. 

You opened your mouth to reply, when he stuck his hand out. 

“Is it alright if we danced together?” he asked.

Heat creeped up your face, as you took his inviting hand – his skin was silky smooth and warm in your grasp. He softly smiled at you, as he tugged your form closer to him. Swiftly, he twirled you around, giggling at your reaction as you nearly stumbled from the sudden movement. You caught yourself in time, taking both his hands as you grooved to the deep bass coming from the speakers. 

His eyes remained trained on you, as if analyzing every motion and gesture you made. The music enveloped you two, as the dance floor fell away, along with the people surrounding it. The club was nothing but a blur of color, as the hot white lights radiated down on you two. The music pulsed through your skin, reverberating against your ribcage. The sweet, lingering scent of nicotine floated through the air. It was as if the dancefloor came alive from under your feet suddenly, a pulsating heartbeat belonging to the untamable beast known as music. His hands never left yours, as he pulled you into his side, before going into a spin. 

You watched, in fascination. “You’re not a bad dancer yourself.”

He bashfully smiled. “Well, I’ve been dancing for most of my life.”

“Do you do it for a career, or something?” “...You could say that.”

He twirled you again, interrupting whatever train of thought you were processing. 

The night went on endlessly it seemed, as if time had temporarily stopped. Yet, the crowd of Studio 54 never broke off. A stream of guests revolved in and out of the space, some dressed in dripping jewels that outshined the hanging disco ball or extravagant outfits that felt expensive to even look at. It felt as if you were in a lion's mouth, a wet, breathing cage waiting to clamp down on you. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your frame.

“Let’s get going, my feet are killing me,” Alicia groaned, already tugging you away. 

“Wait!” The man called out, feeling your hand loosen in his grip. Alicia squinted at him, trying to make out his features through the alcohol induced brain fog. 

“You look a little familiar...” she muttered.

“I’ll meet you outside,” you explained, nudging your friend back. Alicia glanced over at you, glossy lips pouting at your urgency. She finally caved, rolling her eyes as she knowingly nodded and began to maneuver her way through the crowd. 

You turned to face him. “I had a really great time, uh-

“Michael,” he introduced, squeezing your hand. 

Had he been holding it the entire time?

“Well, it was really fun dancing with you, Michael.”

His eyes flickered between yours, as if weighing something in his mind. Michael eventually sighed, reluctantly loosening his grip and letting your hand fall to your side. 

“I hope we get to do it again, sometime,” he said. With wistful smile growing on his lips. 

You returned the smile, clenching your hand from the sudden loss of warmth. Without another word, you turned and made your way to the exit. 

The bumping music followed you out the double doors and onto the bustling street of New York City’s nightlife. A breeze brushed against your bare arms, biting at your skin. Alicia was leaning against a car, impatiently tapping her foot. Her eyes finally landed on you, wearing a strange expression you couldn’t quite place. 

“Girl, I have several questions,” she started, opening the car door for you. 

You snorted. “Ask me when it’s not past midnight.” 

She sidled into the passenger seat, as you started up the engine. The bright, white lights of Studio 54 reflected off the hood of your car. 

You could still feel his presence, even during the drive home. 

[purpleenma]

Listen.

✨The Spirk eyeshadow palette✨

A double palette set of 4 colours each where Kirk's is one palette and Spock's is the other. You can use them separate or you can put them together and you have the 8 colour ✨Spirk✨ palette.

You can also get an even bigger palette by combining the ✨Spirk✨ one with McCoy's palette and make a ✨ Mcspirk✨ one. You could really make all the combinations for your triumvirate ships!

So for Spock's palette we would have his signature indigo, a nice purple with blue shimmer for formal wear, a dark bronze with a touch of shimmer to do some fierce cat eyes and a deep black with black glitter for his dramatic goth ass.

For Kirk's palette we would have a warm tan for the daily, a beautiful soft orange with gold shimmer to wear at important events, wrap-around green with coppery shimmer for dating Spock and intense yellow with gold glitter for the diva inside.

And for McCoy's palette we would have his modest blue, baby blue with silver shimmer for being fancy, a cold grey to frame the judgy eyes and champagne with baby blue glitter when feeling bold.

So...

Paramount hire me when.

I could revolutionise their merchandising department if they let me.

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (Interlude): Happy Birthday, Flyboy

@gloryofroses19 reminded me over the weekend that it was John's birthday so I had to write a little interlude. this takes place circa 1951 while the Egan's are living in Japan. I hope you all enjoy it, it is nothing but fluff fluff fluff with maybe a little bit of sexy flirting sprinkled in. love you xoxo

Cass craned her neck in the mirror to make sure she had gotten the hair at the back of her head into her curlers. She had tried to pack her entire vanity into her suitcase but hadn’t been completely successful. And she could tell exactly what was out of place in front of her as she sat in front of the mirror. She was missing her eye shadow brush that was tapered at her preferred narrow angle. The other three laid out in front of her just weren’t the same. Same for the two blush brushes that were different than the one she knew must have been left at home and the pan of eyeshadow that wasn’t the shade of pink that she had thought she’d packed. She sighed, knowing it was probably smeared over Penelope’s face by now. 

When it came to biding her time, the toddler was most certainly taking after her mother. She knew how to be patient. How to observe for a weakness. How to act innocently for forgiveness. It worked on John like a charm. Their daughter knew how to play him like a maestro on violin and he fell for it happily every time. 

“I thought you were going to take a bath with me before dinner?” John bent down to kiss the top of her head but paused when he couldn’t find an opening in the curlers. His hand wrapped under her chin and tilted her head back. “I don’t like when things get in the way of kissing you.” His thumb stroked over her throat as their lips connected.

“I said I would take a bath with you after dinner. We would never make it to dinner if I took one with you before.” They were spending John’s birthday weekend in a villa with a stunning view of Mount Fuji. The morning had been spent in the natural hot springs and the evening promised a beautiful dinner by candlelight. The relaxation they needed with only a few months left before Imogene’s first birthday brought a new wave of activity into their home. “And don’t distract me from trying to get ready! I haven’t gotten dolled up in a while and I’ve been looking forward to it.” She turned back towards the mirror and the various creams and serums and powders with a huff. 

“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” Cass blushed. After four kids and six years of marriage, she would never tire of her sweet man. 

“It’s been a couple of hours I think…” she mused as she tried to focus on curving the bronze tone around her eye just right. 

“I guess I should fix that then.” She giggled as he dropped to his knees before her and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her robe-clad figure to his lips. His nose nudged open the fabric and kissed at the skin of her stomach that was bare, smiling as she squirmed slightly from the tickling. “I love you so much. You’ve given me the four most beautiful babies in the entire world. You’ve allowed me the honor of being your husband. You moved across the world so we’d never have to be without each other’s touch. Telling you I love you can’t even begin to capture the extent of what I feel for you.” She held his face in her hands.

“It’s your birthday. I’m the one who should be making such wonderful speeches about you.” John shook his head and pressed forward to kiss her.

“You’re the only reason I’m even here to celebrate my birthday, Spook. The only reason I even have it in me to be happy.” It wasn’t lost on him that he could have been alone for this birthday. That he could have been spending it at the dining hall on base with his men trying to cheer him up, rereading the letters from Cass and the kids until his sorrow allowed him to find a restless sleep. 

Instead, three months after the birth of Imogene, Cass had packed up their family and their home and moved to Tokyo. She was Chief of Operations at Tokyo Station. John had been promoted to Colonel. They were busy and they were exhausted but they were happy. They were in love. And most importantly, they were together. 

“I love you.” It was her simple attempt at trying to capture everything swirling in her heart. There would never be the words for the feelings. They hadn’t been invented because a love like theirs had never occurred. 

“I love you, too, baby. I love you so much.” She puckered her lips and he pecked a kiss against her gently. 

“Now if you don’t mind…”

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave you to your potions.” He rose with a grunt, Cass biting back her remark about him becoming an old man but holding back her ogling when his fingers scratched at the hair that disappeared into his boxers. “I offered a bath, Cassandra Ann Egan. You don’t get to say no then look at me like that.”

“My full name?” she gasped. “As if I could say I changed my mind and you wouldn’t be on me in a second.” She pointed a makeup brush at him for effect. His head poked back into the bathroom instantly. 

“Have you changed your mind?”

----

Every nerve in her body felt on fire as their fingers danced together in the middle of the dinner table. Their last course was being cleared before dessert but her husband looked more appetizing than anything they could put in front of her. 

He hadn’t let go of her hand once the entire meal. Had stroked his thumb over the top of her hand. Traced a heart onto her palm. Twisted their fingers together in a waltz that had her breath stolen and heart skipping. She loved the way their fingers slotted together like they were carved from the same rock at the center of the earth. Like he was made just for her to love. 

“You look very handsome tonight,” she hummed.

“It’s a wonder I even have the sanity to sit at this table, Cass, with how beautiful you look tonight.” The champagne urged a giggle from her lips and he smiled triumphantly. “How’s it possible to love you more everyday?” His question was sincere. His eyes soft and curious as he regarded her like the eighth wonder of the world. 

“I wish I had the answer. But I love waking up every morning and learning that it remains to be true.” Cass brought his hand to her lips and kissed each knuckle before bringing it to her cheek. “Happy birthday, Johnny.” 

“Thank you, baby.” He leaned across the table to kiss her and was about to ask her to ditch dessert and head back to their villa when the manager appeared next to their table. 

“Colonel Egan, Mrs. Egan, I apologize. We have your children on the phone at the front desk.”

“What?” Cass pushed back from the table with a preternatural speed. “Is everything okay? Oh my God!” John jogged after her as she made a beeline for the front desk. 

“Mommy?”

“Penny? What’s wrong, my love? Where’s Joan?” 

“I want to talk to Daddy.” Cass handed the phone to her husband, pressing her chin into her chest so she could listen. 

“Hi, Princess.”

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” John smiled and the tension eased from Cass’ muscles. “Gale and Lillian and Immy are asleep but they say happy birthday too.” Penelope knew it was tomorrow but was resolved to be the first of her siblings to say it to her father.

“Thank you, my love. And why aren’t you asleep?” 

“Too hard. I miss you and mommy.” 

“We’ll be home tomorrow and I want so many hugs and cuddles from you as my birthday present.”

“Tea party?” He chuckled and hugged Cass closer to his chest. 

“A really big tea party.” Penelope squeaked with delight on the other end of the phone…Before she was quieted by the muffled sounds of the nanny discovering her in the kitchen. 

“Bye Daddy. Love you.” The line was clicked off before he could even respond. 

“Well, Penny knows how to use the phone,” he mused. He apologized as he handed the phone back to the front desk. 

“She’s going to be a menace as a teenager.” John kissed the top of his wife’s head as he pushed her chair in for her, back at their table after the momentary distraction. 

“That’s why we have Gale to balance her out. Maybe the two of them can meet in the middle some day.” Where Penelope was fire and brimstone and spinning on every axel, Gale was quiet and patient and observant and measured in his approach to everything. 

“But they're both so full of love. All of our babies are.” Cass’ voice was dreamy as she thought of the precious little Egans that were at home. “I miss them.” Immy in particular was still so little. A tiny baby that clung to her parents and was just happy to tug on Butter’s ears all day.

“I miss them, too. But we’ll have them back in our arms tomorrow. And you deserved a couple nights to focus on yourself. You put them first and are the most wonderful mother in the world, Cass. It’s okay to give yourself a full night’s sleep once in a while.”

“I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to balance it all, as hard as I try. But I love this life so much, John. The life we’ve built together.”

“You thrive in the chaos, baby,” John teased with delight in his eyes. “Actually-” Cass clapped as he was interrupted by the appearance of a chocolate cake with a litany of candles. 

“Happy birthday, Flyboy!” It was simply sinful coming out of her mouth. Made his cheeks burn hotter than the flames dancing on the cake. Made him shift his hips to try and quell his growing desire for his wife. “I could sing for you…” He hummed as the cake settled in front of him.

“The song of a siren. You can sing for me in the bath.” She rolled her eyes.

“You and that bath.” He merely winked, closing his eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candles. “I love you.” Cass leaned across the table to meet him halfway in a kiss as the cake was taken away to be plated for them. 

“Are you going to let me feed you cake like it’s our wedding day?” 

“Is that what you wished for?”

“We can have another wedding if you want, Spook.” He’d marry her every single day. Every version more opulent than the last if that is what she wanted. 

“Maybe in a few years. I want to just relax and enjoy Immy as a baby. Enjoy all our kids exactly in the stage of life they are now.” They thanked the waitress who returned with cake and John tugged Cass’ plate away from her. His fork cut through the sponge and extended towards her lips and she made sure her desires for what she truly wanted between her lips were known through her eyes.

“Just like that,” he whispered in a daze as he didn’t even try to control the lust coating his gaze. He was a selfish man, wanting this angel all to himself. But he had no interest in ever sharing. The world had already taken so much of her. The pieces that remained were his to cherish. His to protect. He wouldn’t fail her again. He couldn’t fail her again.

And it was that thought that woke him violently from his sleep only a few hours later. A cool sheen of sweat across his skin. His chest heaving with the struggle to bring in oxygen. 

“Baby?” Cass pinched her face together where it rested on his bare chest as his turmoil woke her from her slumber. “What’s the matter?” she slurred.

“Nothing…Just…” Germany. Wisconsin. Flashing through his mind at a dizzying speed. The level of anger he had held for her. The near hatred that had watered in his mouth when he saw her in that camp. How the word divorce had fallen from his lips that night in his childhood bedroom. How his actions could have led down a path that didn’t end here. 

“Bad dreams?” 

“Memories.” He didn’t ever want to forget the horrors they had been through together. Ever let the ache in his chest at putting her through what he did escape him. He needed to remember so he could be sure to cherish the moments they had now. Cherish the gift heaven had given him by keeping her in his universe. 

“And they’re just that. In the past.” Cass kissed at the patch of hair over his heart and rested her chin on her hand, gazing up at him. 

“I’m sorry. For how I treated you in Germany. For everything I said to you that night in Wisconsin.” She sighed and shifted so her elbow was resting on the pillow next to him. The nightmares of the war plagued both of them. Woke them from sleep less frequently than they had before but often enough they’d had this conversation many times. 

“You’ve made up for it four times over with our babies.” Her fingers wrapped with his as she pressed kisses to each of his knuckles. “You’re loved, John. You’re endlessly loved.” She had forgiven him years ago. Received his forgiveness in kind. But she would remind him of that every night if he needed. Anything to bring him the peace he had earned.

John leaned forward and pressed kisses to her bare shoulder, collarbone, up her neck and to her lips. “If I give you another baby, am I forgiven five times over?” Her leg was over his hip with a breathless laugh, his hands steadying her at the waist. 

“When Immy is older, we can talk about it.” Considering John’s apathy for condoms, it might happen sooner. 

She guided him into her with ease, sighing at the feeling of him stretching her out. John needed this. The physical reminder that she was his and here and not leaving. The reminder that they worked together better than they ever had. “I need you, always.”

“You have me, always.” Her blue sky. His north star. A compass he’d follow anywhere knowing it would lead him home. It wasn’t a place, it was a person. His wife. His own corner of the universe that was his to seek solace in. 

No one could take this from them. 

It was theirs. And they'd protect it with all they had. 

No matter what it may cost them.