#guilty crush

[thebeautycove]

THoO - GUILTY CRUSH - CRAZY Collection - Eau de Parfum - Novità 2024 -

When reality is way more vivid than fantasy. A lipstick flavor on your skin. So sinfully delicious. This crush is madly real.

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Nel rondò del piacere, sfrenatamente libera di essere, amare, trasgredire, condurre la complessa, intrigante danza della seduzione. Con un rossetto. Per vanità, passione, autodeterminazione, ribellione. 

Racconto di identità, indipendenza, libertà, sfida. Per alcuni solo maquillage per altri un simbolo, storia di bellezza ed emblema di un’evoluzione culturale, dal medioevo ad oggi.

Colora le labbra e vai all’attacco, senza indugi, lipstick on! è una presa di posizione immediata, rivendicazione di femminilità, siamo forti, decise e impunemente sensazionali.

Il lipstick e il suo profumo, proiezione di ricordi, desideri mai svelati, fascino d’altri tempi, emozioni intatte di grandi sorrisi materni.

Ondeggia nel liquido caldo della nostalgia la nuova creazione Guilty Crush di THoO, quarto capitolo olfattivo della collezione Crazy, splendida narrazione con accenti fiabeschi e sorprendenti accostamenti aroma-artistici, mirabilmente interpretati dal Naso Cristian Calabrò e dalla forbita creatività di Cristina Mercaldo.

Guilty Crush svela nell’impatto iniziale una straordinaria voglia di vivere, brillante, spumeggiante la nota champagne frizza in un cocktail con amarena e fragoline selvatiche, poi emerge la gioiosa follia floreale di rosa e gelsomino resa pastosa nella texture da un accordo rossetto, un tono fuchsia da far scorrere con diletto su pelle. 

Morbida e sognante l’evoluzione, lucente di vaniglia e muschi, calda e tenace nella suadente atmosfera boisé resinosa con legno di cedro e benzoino.

THoO ha creato, in occasione del lancio della fragranza, il lipstick esclusivo con la stessa profumazione. In perfetta armonia sensoriale questo profumo è da guardare, toccare, annusare, gustare, sentire.

You are a star. Dream gorgeous.

Molto raffinato il nuovo pack con box telata in una sottile nuance verde salvia.

Design Cristina Mercaldo, direttore creativo.

Creata da Cristian Calabrò.

Eau de Parfum 75 ml.   Online qui

©thebeautycove   @igbeautycove

[seamistgale]

Bernard was being haunted.

His sus-o-meter isn't up to 100%, but if he's being real, it never is. The downside of being into conspiracy theories was that you were only partially sure which one was more skewed than the other. One day he could be convinced Batman is more cryptid than man, and then he'd stumble on some fascinating witness accounts that make him rethink the Vampire hypothesis.

This time, however, he's fairly sure this sort of freaky shit only happens to people in those cookie-cutter horror movies.

… Except this particular ghost might be of midwestern decent, or something, because they sucked at properly haunting.

Example number one:

It was rare that Bernard had dishes piled up. He lived alone, and occasionally Tim would come to his apartment; with a couple of games, some takeout boxes, and a movie later, there would be way more things to clean up than a whole weekend on his own.

The last time Tim came over, Bernard didn't bother cleaning up for the night, and then the trash just…. Disappeared.

Not like 'a burglar broke in for some weird fetish reason, and my trash is now gone' gone, but more 'the trash is in bags, the dishes are clean, and I swear the air smells fresher' gone.

That was strike one.

He brushed it off because Tim had been there. It was unlikely he just went on a stress cleaning spree at Bernard's place but… Well, Bernard's caught him doing way weirder shit. It's fine.

(it's not fine. You just didn't move things around on someone else's turf.

"…Clean up?" Tim echoed back from the phone, sounding as confused as Bernard felt the following morning. "I-- no, of course not!" and then hurriedly continued to reassure Bernard he'd never do that. Because Tim was nice like that, even after Bernard low-key accused him of giving him the Gotham equivalent of pissing in someone else's yard.

So, that was strike one in the back of his hindbrain that something was up.)

Strike two and three came together.

See, in Gotham's economy, sometimes your employer doesn't have your paycheck the week it should be. Who cares if you need to pay rent through or your landlord will double your rent? Neither your boss nor the landlord in question, obviously. So what he usually did was have a nest egg the size of his rent just in case.

But this month Bernard had splurged a little too much, so he was short. It was nothing big, he was just five bucks short.

The issue was, that his landlord was paranoid and was already breathing down his neck for not paying the next month's rent the day before the new month started. Like clockwork, his landlord put a warning under his door, ready to evict him the same day the month started if Bernard didn't have the rent in cash the next morning.

He knew the eviction notice was at the door, but chose to ignore it because it didn't matter, he'd get those five one way or another by the end of the day.

By the time he came back, two things were out of place. The first was the eviction notice on his table. Again, no one moved someone else's shit around.

Strike three happened while counting his nest egg, and would you look at that! He had more money than he'd counted. Nothing ridiculous, just��� He had those five bucks now.

All these little things were easy to miss, or misremember, but Bernard was not most people. But the catch here was… All these things were good things. Sort of.

So not only was this happening when he wasn't around, but they were happening to his… Advantage? He'd even call it good fortune if one was willing to ignore the lack of privacy… And maybe he would have, if this wasn't Gotham. Privacy was a mix between a luxury and a currency. Sometimes a kindness.

In some ways maybe it would have been an effective scare tactic, to mess someone's shit up, but this was not the way he'd personally go about it if he wanted someone to leave the building.

So here Bernard was, staring again at the dishes he had placed as bait, because he wasn't an idiot and tempting a ghost into anything remotely violent was stupid. The dishes were cleaned.

He squinted at the ceiling, then at the rest of his apartment, trying to gauge whether trying to make first contact was going to get him more haunted, killed, or turn him into a Saturday morning cartoon.

Finally, he picked up a cup. Not a glass cup, because why would he give the ghost any ammunition, but a couple of fairly clear plastic cups, a marker, two sticky notes, and filled both cups with tap water decently enough so a mild tremble would be noticeable.

The first sticky note said "Yes", and the second, predictably, said "No."

"So." Bernard sat in front of the cups, feeling halfway like a dumbass for doing this in the first place, and halfway like he's about to do the worst decision of his life because it might just work. "You from out of town, or are you just really shitty at this?"

[buwheal]

OH!!!!! HAVE YOU CHECKED THE CYBER CAFÉ DUMPSTER by any chance? there HAS to be some leftover cake there!!!! i heard there was an event recently!!

[da-janela-lateral]

Guilt.

[imliterallysnakejaguar]

thinking ab zane and kai's friendship fr fr,

how zane admires kai's strengths (and knowledge about people) and expresses it explicitly (straight up asking what certain things mean or why people are doing what they're doing) and he's completely genuine about it. like theres no pity or condescending nature towards it, zane just believes that the others on the team know more about life and people than he does. but kai would take that to heart more than the others.

his parents left without telling him why, he wasn't a very good blacksmith leaving nya's heavy lifting to provide for the both of them, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't become the green ninja. he was even the last of the core four to discover his true potential. kai has never been used to genuine praise. kai probably never truly thought that he was the best at something, or better than someone else. but when zane (a literal prodigal nindroid with a heart of gold) asks him for help and holds him at such a high regard? that hits HARD.

and zane, this assumedly perfect nindroid, never seeming to understand how to get people to like him, or how to understand the meaning behind peoples' words, and kai just understands all of that so effortlessly. and instead of being jealous, he just genuinely thinks 'wow, this guy's so smart!' ???

also the underlying idea of them both feeling responsible for everyone and judging themselves bc they feel like they should have prevented something bad from happening or at least taken the brunt of the attack to protect everyone else,, like ouch. the heavy-hitting guilt and grief, the fear of being the only one left in their family, THEY'RE SO AUGHHHH

[respectthepetty]

Elyes/Elias gave Pat head, so I forgive him for all his rich boy antics.

Elyes is a giver . . . of forehead kisses, blowjobs, and problems. He is multi-talented.

He is also light. Even though he is still grumpy, he is the lightest he has been after having sex with Pat.

So, of course, this Black Brooder has to ruin it by being mean and distant to his Happy Human secretary since he cannot sort out his feelings.

He demands to see Kim and puts back on the black like its armor, yet he takes it off and hands it to Kim once it's clear Kim is there for sex.

And he shows up to grab his drunk Happy Human who, just like Elyes, has shed his jacket and color throughout the night.

Both of them are lost in whatever is happening between them. Pat is grey. Elyes is light.

And the mood is just right for head . . . kisses? Kisses on the head! And tears.

Nothing happens, and Pat wakes up in a different grey shirt because not having sex only makes everything murkier.

But just like before when Elyes stayed the night, he remains light.

Well, at least until he gets back to work.

He is upset that Pat didn't stay home, and that Pat is interviewing a person who will probably become his replacement.

Because no matter how light these other boys are, none of them can replace Pat.

And I think that pisses Elyes off; therefore, he must brood.

Pat has always been the balance Elyes needs, but now that the line between them has been crossed, neither one of them knows how to act.

Is this a moment to bite off each other's heads, to give head kisses, or to give head? The Wattpad BL doesn't know and neither do the characters.

So Pat is going to quit in an effort to distance himself from the man who is making his world darker.

And Elyes is going to brood about it.

[kittarts]

What kind of comments do you get that discourages you from drawing Wybie shirtless?

Nsfw comments. People are allowed to find the characters I draw attractive, but I’m not going to encourage that demographic, not since 2018 when I was primarily an nsfw artist who thought it was fun.

Shirtless YB is not something I want to draw at all, nor is it required to show off his tattoos — tattoos are the last thing people would be focusing and commenting on, and that’s the last thing I want to deal with.

Please stop requesting it.

[applesaucesims]

After a while of laying awake with his thoughts, Louis had only just fallen asleep, when he heard the faint melody from "Waltz of the Snowflakes." Of course, he immediately knew whom he was going to find sitting on his desk. He had not dreamt of dancing with his nutcracker in a while, especially since taking real ballet classes, and he was a little confused why he'd appear again now. There was no need for Sammy to teach him anything that he could learn from his teachers anyway.

The mention of his teachers was immediately regretted, when Sammy suddenly disappeared in a shimmering cloud, instead appearing right next to Louis - but looking and sounding just like Miss Lambert. Louis was barely able to stutter a few words, when the figure next to him disappeared again, appearing in front of him as Mr Booth, gently caressing his face.

The thoughts were racing in circles inside Louis's brain. Only when he covered his eyes, letting out a quiet mix between a scream and a groan, could he finally utter some coherent words again. Sammy seemed to think his humiliation was the funniest thing in the world, as he could hardly stop laughing at him. However, he was quick to make up for it, spinning the topic back to the dance he promised to begin with. And dance they did.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Sammy: *humming Waltz of the Snowflakes (from the Nutcracker)*

Louis: *yawns* "Sammy?"

Sammy: "That's me."

Louis: "What are you doing here?"

Sammy: "I'm here to teach you dancing, dummy!"

Louis: "You know I've got teachers for that now, right?"

Sammy: "Is that so? My mistake."

Sammy/Renée: "You'd prefer someone more... authoritative?"

Louis: "Uhm, I-"

Sammy/Albert: "Or perhaps someone... stronger?"

Louis: "M-maybe-"

Louis: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Louis: "Why are you doing this!?"

Sammy: *laughs* "You should see your face! That's true entertainment!"

Louis: "I think it's pronounced 'embarrassment.'"

Sammy: "Ah, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

Louis: "It's not like you can tell anyone."

Sammy: "True, but I can dance!"

Louis: *laughs* "You still want to?"

Sammy: "Of course! That's what I'm here for, isn't it? Just like old times?"

Louis: "Well, almost. I've had some training now!"

Sammy: "Well then? Let's see what you've got!"

[joejoeba]

[bemey]

[nerdyfins]

do you fw alphacest…

who wouldn’t?

[anglerflsh]

can you tell us more about Sophie's lore with her past and also her why she created Adam?

Sure! Under a cut because this got long lol

Sophie (before the start of the dnd campaign this is set in) was the head scientist of the Archives for which Adam was created.

She was assigned the job to make him by the City's Government so they could have their symbol and mascot and personification and diplomat and archivist all in one -- really Adam wasn't her idea at all! She started to work on him for her boss, and only after did she set out to try and make a person instead of just an automated archival unit with an autoresponder.

That jump was made out of her own desire to push the limits of what she could achieve with science. If the city wanted a symbol of their splendour and advancements, Sophie wanted a symbol of her ability as a scientist. She was pulling a Viktor Frankenstein, essentially, with the main difference that she started to see her creation as a person and got emotionally attached. That's her boy! Her pride and joy even! Yes, he is the making of her lifetime and the machine that made her crowning achievement, but he is also a person she made. Her son, technically, but neither her nor Adam say it out loud.

See, she didn't grow up in the City itself, but in the poor outskirts of it, and had to work desperately in order to reach the position she is in now. Her twenties were a long streak of adopting every social norm possible in order to appear respectable and to hold onto the opportunity she was given to work in the City itself, and of trying desperately to prove herself. After the Adam project started, though, Sophie had concrete proof of her worth, so she started to... live a little, let's say. Give in to the mad scientist streak she's had since forever. Be a little more eclectic. Turn into the wine aunt she was always meant to be.

Her relationship with her coworkers is fraught at best, she doesn't have many friends and did not talk to many people aside from Adam himself -- and even then, she had to raise him with the City's unsavory mentality which was... quite painful for her to do. Adam's not a bad person by any means, she's made sure, but it stings sometimes that he is meant to be the personification of a system, of a City, that held many people like her down.

And then dnd campaign lore proper started and Adam got sent to a Grand Tour of sort for him to publicise the City to the order nations, and the government used that chance to fire Sophie because they did not need her anymore to make Adam work. Sad! She's kicking it with a few friends back in the outskirts now making thingamagigs to help them.

[ganondoodle]

i have seen people talk about how hard it is to draw anything if you have aphantasia (which is good to talk about and true and valid and also intersting to read and this post isnt to devalue that, two things can coexist etc etc)

i personally struggle with the opposite; i have incredible imagination, i'd say it's my best and only "inate talent", (this is not a brag ..) all stories i think about are movies, i can stop them, change camera angle and poses, rotate ever object however i want, place lighting sound and voices, even styles, i switch from ghibli to botw to fortiches style, even into the style of a comic i recently read which wasnt even animated, the only thing that only works half the time is music-

and that all might sound fantastic, but its a mess, it goes too fast and too quickly, things never play out one way, theres interruption, involuntarily sudden changes to other subjects, i feel like struggling to keep an angry horse on one path, it makes me waste HOURS each day just reversing and redoing a scene like im a movie director wizard in my head, theres no ONE finished version, it changes everytime yet i go back over and over again to make it better, i forget most of it within a few hours anyway; even IRL when someone tells me about a memory and they are not sure if i was with them during it once they start to explain trying to make me remember it instead i will imagine it, in the end i wont be sure if i actually remembered or if i just imagined it too real, it scares me how much i forget and cant remember only for my mind to make shit up, makign me doubt my own memory (its weird how it works, i have horrible geographical memory, when i drive somwhere i have known my entire life i need to remember the path to it by imagining driving it, i remember significant things but not the path to them or how they connect or in what order, i have to go through it in my head every single time)

by far the worst part though is that extreme disconnect between whats in my mind and what i can do, just because i can imagine things like that doesnt mean i can draw it (god i WISH), nothing i have ever drawn is how it was in my head, the few things you get to see are the ones i won the fight against myself with to keep going and say 'good enough' at some point the speed is a problem too, the things playing in my head, sometimes even multiple at the same time, play like, again, a movie, whatever im trying to draw is rarely ONE thing, its a whole scene that plays over and over, i want to draw it all but it wont work bc my mind is too fast and i am too slow, it makes me try to skip ahead and get things done as fast as possible, it NEVER works (also too much, theres so many things in my head, i have almost the entirety of the totk rewrite in my head already, novels worth of lore and story for my other projects, its overwhelming how much is in there that i cannot get out and on paper)

its why comics take me so long to make, why detailed paintings are so rare, its the rare times i can force myself to try and tune out my mind and just work on what is in front of me, usually works for a few hours .. if i can manage to reach that sort of focus at all, its why basic sketches of characters are so much easier to do bc i dont have to fight as hard to just draw a character doing nothing- as soon as i want to make it a sketch page of things and scenes the movies are back and are there to haunt me until i cry and give up after hours of trying to keep up with my mind that i will never be able to catch up to (and this is only about drawing .. )

i know skill and speed increase over time, but i wont ever get to where my mind is, its always ahead and trying to skip and jump towards it only makes me stumble and fall flat on my face- maybe its ADHD, maybe its the autism, maybe its the depression, maybe its just me, maybe its just all of that

what im trying to say is, head full, too much thought, too fast, never able to translate it into viewable things in the way and speed as my head works, i explode

[trashrattt]

Idk how to explain this tbh (gore tw)

[technovillain]

well if it isn't the old consequences of my actions.

don't mind me i'm just writing frazie and norma into a trope i like. frazie really resents norma for what she did to razputin. she can't stand to see him cry, especially at the hands of some older kid. so she decides to lash out and be really underhanded towards norma by pretending to be her friend and trying to get her into more trouble by being a bad influence on her on purpose. unfortunately, norma quickly develops a crush on her from the attention and actually starts to lose her strict rule-following personality a bit for the sake of impressing frazie. this starts to frustrate frazie because the "plan" is no longer working. frazie starts to realize that she is actually starting to enjoy spending time with norma and realizing that the two have accidentally actually become genuine friends. norma opens up about being glad that frazie gave her another chance and acted genuine towards her, especially considering what happened between her and raz, because she is looking for a really good way to actually make it up to him. and frazie feels incredibly guilty for being a big ole petty meanie when it turns out norma was trying to better herself this whole time and their whole friendship was based on a lie T_T

[wreckrinho]

OMG I JUST REMEMBERED THE BULLY WHO MOCKED TYLOR MADE A FANFIC IN EP 9 AND I JUST READ IT....

ITS SO GOOD WTF MAN!!!!! I WANT MORREEEEE WHAAAA... AND HE DRAWS SO.FUNNY I LOVE.IT...!!!! "Monsterious planet" is a great fanfic name btw

PLEASE LETS BE MOOTS, STUPID BULLY/J