#his eyebrows are so !!!! maybelline

[jrueships]

guppy <33

[babybluebex]

kiss kiss | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: you had seen it all over your pinterest and tiktok, the white buttoned shirts that girls kissed with their favorite lipstick to decorate the shirts with a unique and loving detail for their boyfriends. it looked good, every attempt you had seen looked different and cute, and you couldn’t help yourself when you saw the white buttoned shirt in the back of joe’s closet... pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader tags: fluff fluff fluff, memories of your relationship with joe, a brief mention of sex but no actual smut author’s note: yeah so i had a rough go of it for a while and i may not be BACK back yet, but. have this. mwah

“Hey, babe?” you called, carrying the wire hanger out to the living room. Joe had been working all day, and he had his feet up now, watching Succession all over again to relax from his own work, and he furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the shirt. “Does this fit you anymore?”

“Yeah,” Joe answered. “Why?”

You shrugged. “No reason,” you replied, thinking fast for an excuse. “Going through our closets to see what we can donate. I just haven’t seen you wear it in a while, so I was wondering.”

“Are you gonna donate that?” Joe asked. “What else have you decided to get rid of?”

“Not a lot,” you told him. “The itchy pink jumper my mum got me for Christmas, and those shoes that pinch your toes.”

Joe crossed his arms behind his head and nodded, and he said, “You can get rid of that shirt. The sleeves are weird and pull at my armpits.”

“Good to know,” you nodded, and you went back to the bedroom. You already had your favorite array of lipsticks laid out, pink and red and brown and even a daring purple added to the lineup, and you settled yourself on the carpet. All of the pictures you had seen had used red lipstick, and you debated which lipstick to use for the task.

Maybe the Dior one that Joe had bought you to wear to the premiere of Stranger Things? That night had been fun— it was the first time you had ever gone to an event with Joe, even though you had been together for years, and he had gone all out in order to make sure it was memorable for you. He had rented an expensive Dior dress for you, with chic makeup to match, and he had gifted you the tube of red lipstick with an engraved xx Eddie on the cap as a keepsake. You rarely used it, afraid to damage it or ruin it in any way, and the bullet of the lipstick was still firm and crisp, having been used maybe twice in its whole lifetime. That night, you had partied with the cast, gotten pictures taken with your lover, and lived the high life for the first time ever. It was so much fun, but you definitely could not do it more than once a year.

Or maybe you should use the ancient lipstick that you had bought at Primark the night of your first date with Joe. You had been getting ready to meet the cute guy that you had matched with on Hinge, and you had realized in a panic that you had no lipstick. You rarely wore makeup back then, but you wanted to make an impression on this guy for some reason, so you ran to the nearest store and bought the first lipstick you could find. You were late to dinner and apologized profusely to Joseph, age 25, from South London, but he had smiled and said he didn’t care. “M’just glad you showed up at all,” he said. His chocolate eyes had melted over dinner as he looked at you, and, towards the end of the meal, he said, “You look beautiful, by the way. Like, your pictures on Hinge are nice, but in person, you’re so… You’re stunning.” Of course, you had assumed he was just trying to get in your pants, but he had departed the night with a kiss to your cheek and a wish to see you again, and you knew that he was something special. You couldn’t ever bear to get rid of the, at this point, four year old lipstick, and you kept it buried in the depths of your makeup bag.

Or maybe, just maybe, you should use the Maybelline lipstick that you had been wearing the day that Joe landed his job as Eddie. You had had a job interview that day and had read somewhere that red lipstick conveyed confidence, and you had gone to the interview with little hopes of anything. You were somewhat glad that they didn’t immediately offer you the job, and you knew that waiting for a response was better, but you still felt glum as you slumped back to the flat. You felt unaccomplished and worthless, and you couldn’t even settle fully into the door before Joe had flung his arms around you and spun you around. “Oh, Jesus!” you had cried, and Joe giggled as he kissed you hard, smearing your lipstick all over his own lips. “Joe! What’s happened?”

“I got the job!” he told you, his eyes wild and bright as he held your face. “I just got off the phone with my agent, they want me to be Eddie!”

“They?” you asked. You vaguely remembered a few months ago, how you and Wes had helped Joe prepare for a self-tape for a character named Eddie, but you knew very little about the role or project past that.

“The Duffers,” Joe said. “Stranger Things, Netflix, they want me! They’re offering me a role!”

“Netflix?” you repeated incredulously. “Oh my God! You got it!”

The night had ended with Chinese takeaway, passionate sex, and an email that you had gotten your own job. It was the happiest day you had had in months, and, even though you had no reason to keep that lipstick, you saw it as a good-luck charm.

You couldn’t decide. You wanted to use all of them, because they all represented something different, and you finally uncapped the Dior lipstick. You carefully applied it to your lips, taking care not to make it messy with the lack of mirror, and you collected the white shirt in your hands. Then, you pressed your waxy lips to the white material of the collar, inking in the shape of your lips forever. It looked cute, and you smiled at your work. One kiss mark was downright adorable, but you wanted more, like the ones you had seen, and you kissed right under the lapel of the shirt, pushing hard against your lips to really make sure the lipstick stayed.

At the end, there were probably a dozen kiss marks littering the top of the dress shirt, and you couldn’t control your glee. You just hoped that Joe would like it as much as you did. You got up from the floor and retrieved a makeup wipe, and you wiped up your messy mouth as you padded out to the hallway. “Babe,” you said softly, capturing the wipe in your fist. “Can you come try something on real quick?”

Joe nodded and grunted as he sat up from the couch, and he swiped a quick kiss on your forehead as he passed you to the bedroom. You slipped by him to get there first, and you picked up the shirt and held it out to him. Confusion etched Joe’s face as he looked at the makeup-covered shirt, and he said, “What is this?”

“I saw a Maison Margiela shirt a lot like this,” you explained. “And I thought you’d like it, but I also wanted it to be personal, y’know? Like… I don’t know, I feel dumb now—“

“No, no, don’t do that,” Joe said quickly. “You made this? Is this the shirt you just asked me about a few minutes ago?” You nodded timidly, and Joe smiled softly. “I love it. Will you help me try it on?”

“I mean, you know how it fits,” you started, but Joe wrinkled up his forehead and shook his head.

“I wanna wear it to dinner tonight,” Joe said. “And maybe, like, every other day too. Definitely to an event, so everyone can see how cute and creative you are.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Of course,” Joe said. He shucked his t-shirt over his head, mussing up his messy curls, and you helped him into the buttoned shirt, being careful not to smudge or aggravate the lipstick marks. You dutifully did up the small buttons for him, and you smiled at your handiwork as it laid on Joe’s chest and collarbones.

“Here,” you said, steering him towards the mirror. “How do you like it?”

Joe examined his reflection, his fingers lightly ghosting over the red lips, and he grinned like a child in excitement. “I love it,” he said. “It looks so good.”

“But it fits weird,” you mumbled, tugging at his shirt sleeves. “Does it still pull at your armpits?”

“Yeah,” Joe said. “But I don’t care about that. This is my new favorite shirt.”

“Joe,” you cooed with watery eyes, and you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, kissing his neck gently. “You’re lovely.”

“You’re lovelier,” Joe said. “Making me this? You’re adorable. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said softly. “My sweet boy.”

Joe did, in fact, wear that shirt to dinner that night, and you couldn’t control your smile all night. Your baby was a chronic outfit-repeater anyway, but the shirt became a regular part of his wardrobe, especially when he was traveling and felt particularly homesick. He would call you with tears in his eyes, saying how much he missed you, and the camera always showed that he was wearing that shirt. Finally, it came time for premieres and things, and, even though you declined being on his arm for the Quiet Place premiere, he had a piece of you with him underneath his suit jacket all night, right over his heart.

[pupkashi]

MUA gojo satoru

a/n: just a quick fluffy drabble of reader and satoru doing each others makeup :] tysm for the request and let me know what you think <333

wordcount: 635

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you giggled as gojo’s tongue stuck out slightly, his brows furrowed as he worked on your eyeliner.

“stop laughing! you’re gonna move me and mess up my look” he scowled, you tried to bite back your laughter.

“I’m sorry MUA satoru, won’t happen again” you replied, causing him to smile, finishing up a terrible wing before nodding his head in approval and moving onto your other eye.

“i should quit Jujutsu and move into the make up world, don’t ya think sugar?” he holds up a mirror for you to look into.

a beat of silence, your eyes met gojos, pretty blue ones looking back at you. within seconds the two of you are in shambles on the floor laughing. satoru is wheezing and your stomach hurts from how hard you’re laughing, tears forming in your eyes.

“no! stop laughing” a wheeze, “your mascara is gonna” the sound of your hand hitting his back, “it’s gonna smear!” gojo tries his best to compose himself, biting his bottom lip to stifle his laughter as you sit back up.

somehow between giggles gojo manages to finish up your full face glam look, blush much too red and eyebrows reaching way too far down your face.

“my turn!” you smile, your brows furrowing when gojo starts laughing at you, he hands you the mirror wordlessly as he continues to giggle. “you got lipstick on my teeth!? i didn’t even open my mouth!”

its 30 minutes later when you’re instructing satoru to smile, brushing on the slightest amount of blush to the apple of his cheeks.

“oh satoru you look gorgeous! do you feel bonita? cause you look bonita” you smile, watching as he checks himself out in the small hand mirror, fluttering his eyes and blowing a kiss your way. you pretend to catch it, placing it over your heart.

“i feel bonita” he confirms, pulling his phone out and snapping a couple selfies of the two of you.

“how come you didn’t put mascara on me?” he pouted and you stared at him with a blank face.

“toru, your natural lashes are long enough for models around the world to be envious of, L’Oréal and Maybelline could create the ultimate mascara and it still wouldn’t give someone the beauty of your natural lashes” your statement has satoru puffing his chest a bit, smiling proudly and fluttering his lashes at you.

“just say you love me already” he teases, loving the way you smile and roll your eyes at him.

“hmm, you’re not my type” you tease back, causing him to tackle you to the ground, his lips finding yours. it’s a fun kiss, one where you’re both smiling and giggling into the kiss but never breaking apart, only pulling away when he realizes he’s spilled foundation on the floor.

the once loud music is now softly playing in the background as you finish wiping away the last bit of makeup from your boyfriends face, kissing the tip of his nose before mumbling a small ‘all done.’

he’s chasing after your lips and peppering kisses all over your face, smiling when you burst into giggles. “y’know im gonna keep practicing so that one day i can do your makeup perfectly,” there’s confidence in his voice as the two of you head into the restroom, grabbing your toothbrush and handing him his.

“i believe you, i mean look at these amazing nails!” you boasted, admiring the pretty blue color that matched his eyes, “but you have to buy my stuff when you inevitably use it all up,” gojo nodded immediately doing his best to smile despite the toothbrush in his mouth.

there’s silence as the two of you cuddle in bed, mumbling a ‘goodnight love you’ to each other before your eyes are closed and you’re on the brink of drifting off.

“what should i name my new YouTube channel?”

[betrayedbydaylight]

Just a short drabble that decided to keep me awake…

Steve’s palms are sweaty, and he suddenly questions whether he remembered deodorant or not.

‘Did I?’

“Here Dingus, you stink.”

Oh yeah. Robin had been there to help him get ready. As overbearing as she could be sometimes, he needed her. Even if she was living out her love life vicariously through Steve. Only Eddie was Chrissy Cunningham.

“Thanks Rob.” He said softly under his breath to absolutely no one. One last look in the mirror, going down the checklist. Hair, got it. Bruises from fighting Vecna? Maybelline had that covered. Outfit? Perfect, credit to Robin Buckley. The nerve to go through with this?

The door creaked open and Dustin’s smiling face appeared through the gap. “You ready, man?”

‘He’s way too happy about this. Why aren’t I?’ He’d asked himself that question on more than one occasion. Perhaps it was his lack of an immediate response that prompted Dustin to shuffle into the room, door clicking shut softly behind him. He leaned against the bathroom counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“What?” One word, but it asked so many questions.

Steve snickered and avoided eye contact. “What do you mean what? You can’t just come in and say ‘what?’ and expect an answer that is relevant to whatever the heck you’re asking me.”

Dustin scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t do it.”

“Don’t do what?”

“What you always do.”

“And what exactly do I always do?” Steve was in full ‘mom stance’ complete with hands on the hips and all.

“You sabotage everything good that ever happens to you because you anticipate the worst and never give the best a chance to even exist.”

Wow. That was alarmingly accurate. Even if the kid was right, Steve wasn’t about to admit it. He rolled his eyes instead and ushered Dustin toward the door.

“Stop Sally Jesse-ing me and go okay? I just need a minute.”

Oh he wanted to wipe that smug grin right off Henderson’s face. And maybe he would have if he wasn’t absolutely right. Dustin pushed away from the counter and offered Steve his arm as if he were some sort of old southern gentleman. But Steve found himself looping his arm through, an incredulous smile written all over his face.

“I don’t know why we are friends,” he teased.

“Oh but you do though!” Dustin tugged the door open, taking the option of backing out off the table. “Let’s go.”

Steve took one deep breath, and he was certainly glad he did because the moment he laid eyes on him, the air was knocked right out of him. Standing up there before all their friends and makeshift family was the one person he’d managed to find peace with since the shit hit the fan.

“One foot in front of the other.” Dustin lightly elbowed him in the ribs to remind him to actually walk.

“Right. I got this.”

He crossed the space between rows of chairs until he was passed off to the man he’d promised his heart to. Maybe it wasn’t legal, and he’d compared it to just two boys playing dress up in his head. Of all people, it had been Will that convinced him that this still mattered. It was still a proclamation of love, of intent, a promise to never walk alone again. He raised an eyebrow at Robin who had no qualms about sobbing into a wad of tissues.

“So we are here so these two knuckleheads can tie the knot and get out of what little hair I have left.” Hopper quipped, earning a soft hum of laughter across the small crowd that came together for this magical union.

“Harrington, you’re a pain in my ass. Seriously. But if you have ever done anything right in your life, I think this is it. And you,” He glanced to his right, “you’ve been flying under my radar for years. But, this kid likes you for a reason. So, let’s do this. Steven Anthony Harrington, do you take this guy to be your… wife? Husband? Guys this is all new so..” He gave an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Steve chuckled, putting a hand on Hopper’s shoulder. “Husband.” He knew Hopper was the furthest thing from homophobic and he couldn’t fault him for something he simply didn’t know. “And yes, I do.” Steve’s eyes were only for one man in the room now as he slipped a silver band onto his soon to be husband’s finger.

“And you, Edward ‘I’m not telling you my middle name’ Munson—“

“It’s Garth!” Of course Uncle Wayne shouted his big secret out to Hopper who just gave him a thumbs up.

“So Garth, do you take Steve to be your …” This was way too complicated.

“My everything? You bet I do.” Eddie wasn’t waiting another second. The pair had wasted enough time silently pining for one another. His hand slipped around the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him into a kiss that made the both of them anxious to start their honeymoon. Hopper threw his hands up, giving up on keeping any semblance of order.

[softlimefluff]

[@funnyvalentineswife tumblr just... ate the ask... for Jobin ;w; I tried to save to drafts but alas, the system failed]

Anyway, here's a list of little irl stuff for your f/o, Jobin edition!!

This hair clip set that has green horns

This gold bar hair clip

Blue lip colors-- maybelline liquid lipstick and a pastel blue UV color

A gold link necklace that reminds me of his

Of course, if it's Jobin, we can't forget some beetle themed items--

Handmade beetle plushies

Brass beetle decor for your room

A pokemon Heracross sitting cutie plushie

Even though Rai is the person who grows the fruit, Jobin is a big part of the fruit parlor family business, so I think some little fruit nods would work--

Watermelon shaped purse

Grape earrings

Also as a nod to the parlor's honeydew parfait, here are some Milkita honeydew candies!

For eyebrow slits inspired by Jobin's look, there are tutorials for a makeup/concealer only version and how to actually cut the hair for a slit

We also know Jobin was into roller skating, so here's a pair of "watermelon" skates

This one's kind of a joke one, but since Jobin drives a lambo, there's an official mug you could get xD (shipping is like $20 tho so)

(this one is also expensive and here just for fun, but this heracross beetle backback is amazing)

-As always, I recommend writing your f/o a letter (either in a journal or on @ jojolovenotes--you sent this ask though Berry hehehe), sketching your favorite screenshots, rewatching the episodes your f/o shows up in, and making a playlist inspired by your f/o (including their music namesakes).

Here's Speed King by Deep Purple (Jobin's stand namesake) to get you started:

[see-arcane]

I finished Dracula recently, and Mina says that (the young-looking) Dracula stalking a girl in London has very red lips, which reminds me that Jonathan said that the three vampire women have red lips. Jonathan had never described Dracula having red lips as far as I recall. Does this mean that their lips get red only if they've been feeding often? I guess that'd explain why the child-drinking women were young looking while Dracula was always old in Transylvania (minus the time Jonathan found him with (his?) blood and hit him with a shovel)? Sorry if the answers are obvious

He does have red lips all the way through though! This is what Jonathan puts down about him on the first night at the castle:

His face was a strong—a very strong—aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils; with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.

This could mean he'd had a quick sip of a victim beforehand and maybe his lips paled out later and Jonathan didn't mention it, but I think it suggests that overall Dracula's kind of vampirism brings blood up to the lips for some reason. It's a similar situation when Lucy finally dies, with her normal unhealthy pallor suddenly turning rosy and 'lively' after death. It weirdly de-ghastly's people for some reason.

Alternatively, Dracula has a favorite lip lacquer applied (Artful Artery by Maybelline) and we just never saw that scene because Bramothy had to cut it. I guess we'll never know.

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Always watching part two

As weird as it was to Rae for her stuff to always go missing, as soon as she mentioned it around Billy about a particular item randomly being gone it turned back up a couple days later.

"Billy, it's just fucking weird ok? It's like Jason is back in my life stealing my shit" Rae spoke, throwing her brush on the vanity in her room.

"Besides, if your moms necklace went missing you'd lose your shit" She continued, finishing her braid out and fastening it off.

Billy was propped against her window ledge smoking, of course. Billy gave her a weird look and blew the smoke he was holding in out, before gesturing towards her.

"If someone took my mother's necklace, they'd be dead " he shrugged and continued smoking.

Rae huffed and continued getting herself together. Apparently His stepmother Susan wanted to meet her and while she wasn't thrilled, she still wanted to make a good impression. Examining herself in the mirror to make sure she looked decent, she was satisfied.

She was wearing a simple pair of leggings, her favorite hightops and a nice little matching baby pink shirt. She didn't really want to overdue it, it was just his abusive father and brainless step mother. There wasn't any need to get extremely done up in her opinion.

As she finished, Billy smiled and kissed her forehead.

"You ready, baby?" He asked her and she shrugged.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

~~~

On their drive to 4819 Cherry Lane, Rae started fidgeting around much to Billy's annoyance.

"Why are you moving around so damn much? Were just going to my house. " Billy spoke, the ever present irritation present when he spoke .

"Maybe it's because I'm nervous, maybe it's Maybelline? " she replied snarkly.

With raised eyebrows Billy stared at her, switching his attention between her and the road.

"Is there something we need to have a conversation about?" He replied, turning his attention back to the road.

"No-pe." She replied, added emphasis on the ending.

Billy grew frustrated with Rae and pulled over, throwing the vehicle in park. Before turning his attention towards her he huffed, mumbled under his breath and sighed.

"If you're going to mumble, William, say it loud enough for the entire class" Rae roused. She was getting entertained by his random bousts of anger.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Billy asked, alittle freaked out. Nobody knew his full name, not until he moved here and was forced to sign himself up for school.

Rae grinned, turning her body to face Billy fully.

"Your name, William. What? Why the look on your face babe? Are you scared?" She continued on much to Billy's displeasure.

"Rae! What the fuck is your problem?! What is wrong?" Billy looked at his girlfriend perplexed. What the fuck was her problem?

"The issue, babe, is i know what you've been doing. Stealing my things is one thing. You give them back albeit yes. But stalking me? Seriously?!" She spoke way to calm for his liking.

Instantly Billy was mortified, he never wanted Rae to find out about his little secert.

"You're probably wondering how I figured it out.. which is simple. I've noticed it from the start but you got sloppy Billy, which wasn't good. If you're wondering if I'm mad I'm not. I just wish you were completely and utterly honest with me from the start and we wouldn't have to have gone through all this mess. " she mumbled, leaning her head against the window of his car.

Billy Hargrove for the first time in his life was fucking mortified.

"I never meant for things to turn out like this, Rae. I just meant to do things here and there..but I never meant to get this far. Ill.. ill just drive you home. " He spoke quietly and turned the car back on, getting ready to turn it around back to Rae's house.

"No, don't. I said I'm upset you never were honest with me from the beginning, I never said I wanted us to break up. " She spoke, turning her heard towards Billy. Her face bore a small smile, and Billy felt alittle more at ease.

She was right, she always was. She turned her head back towards the road, watching out as she always did.

~~~~~

Thank you so much for your patience on my release of the second part to this story! I hope everyone enjoys it and please remember, im always open for requests ♡

[weabooweedwitch]

Nah, man, sorry to say that but your mom is straight up blind. That dark lipstick goes super well with your dark hair and light complex. Don’t listen to your mother, and be proud of that fancy and great look you got there! 💅✨

THANK YOU because, ok, there are multiple reasons I'm kind of overly pissed lol. For one, personal opinions aside, it's like critiquing the main core of the idea? It's like, idk, going to a Glass Animals concert and saying "it would have been better without the stoner music" like girl thats the point? Am i phrasing this correctly 🤦‍♀️ its like someone asking how you like their job grooming a dog and you say "oh it would just be better if it wasnt a dog" and adding nothing else

Second, like, this is my first attempt doing a full look all on my own so im already nervous but also all the time and effort? I'm talking cleanser, toner, primer, eyeshadow primer, tinted moisturizer (found one that has like natural medium coverage in my exact shade and I feel like it might be good for my skin vs a foundation? Also just general testing what works for my oily skin), eyeshadow, mascara, a little eyebrow pencil wing for flavor lol, tried and failed at some contour and will have to try that again lol, and the main piece for me at least, the dark lipstick which is transfer proof by the way!! Which is a big win for me because lip products that come off your lips when you do anything are so temporary and just feel, weird? I had to scrub with micelluar water to get this off! (I think it's called Maybelline super stay matte ink lipstick. You have to wait for it to dry but goddamn I literally drank water and hit a bong after putting it on and it stayed soooo well, virtually nothing came off)

But yeah! It's. I think I've mentioned it before but a big part of this is like, I feel like I'm actually legitimately going through a combination quarter life crisis but also a maybe more positive significant shift in how I live my life idk? For the longest time i felt too ugly and heavy and gross and just subhuman to wear makeup and now that I've gotten older and more I guess life experienced and have lost weight I've started getting into it and it's been fun! It's like art you know, and it can be entertaining to find a makeup artists or influencer you like (I like Robert Walsh and his brother James, they're twins, a pro MUA and a dermatologist respectively). They also go from funny to educational so it's just idk, fun to scroll through the sheer mass of content. Also it's kind of just like art and painting when you think about it!

And like I did talk to her and she said I kind of misinterpreted what she said but it's still like, girl, please just lie and say it looks good next time. Like she thought I looked really good but she kept saying "the lipstick is just darker than I was expecting", which, yeah I could have gone more dark red, but I kinda just wanted to try something really dark but not black? I like the look and, ha, my male friend who's approval I've been a little gaga for said it looked good too so ❤️

I hope to make more looks in the future because it was fun, collect all sorts of nice pictures of different colors and styles. This whole deal today that I even put makeup on for was literally just to run errands, like get food and go to a smoke shop, because I don't get out much, but that's also part of the journey is that I hope to get out more and do more activities and wearing makeup during so will be a fun social thing you know? I'm being kind of wordy but you probably get it.

Also! I was inspired by like, this sort of color theory aesthetic video/clip I was seeing where they were showing "dark femininity vs light femininity" so it's like, pronounced brows, sharp/bold/dakr lipstick, bronzer contour, dark or smoky eyes, versus pink blush, lighter colors, glitters and shimmers, highlighted cheeks, you know? So my mom was kind of expecting light femininity when I was doing dark femininity. So her "main complaint" is actually for a look I want to do next 😅 but hey thanks for the support, this is actually so like, fascinating but complicated and nervewracking and also so much is subjective and I'm so unused to seeing myself like this that even though, realistically I looked good, I felt like a painted clown and like, a poser? A loser, idk. But the journey continues on :)

[rabbitcruiser]

National No Makeup Day

National No Makeup Day is observed every year on April 26 by women all over the world. Women are encouraged to go bare-faced for one day to appreciate their natural beauty. The event appears to have begun in 2017, when the hashtag “No Makeup” became popular on social media, though its true origins are unknown.

Celebrities such as Cindy Crawford, Lady Gaga, and Alicia Keys have all endorsed the no-makeup trend, with the latter stating that she “doesn’t want to hide anymore” and has been makeup-free since 2016. Makeup means different things for different people. Some people use it to hide their fears, express themselves, or simply feel more put-together and confident in public.

HISTORY OF NATIONAL NO MAKEUP DAY

Not wearing makeup means different things to different people. Makeup may help us conceal our flaws, express our personalities, or just make us feel more put-together and confident while we’re out and about. These are all excellent reasons to wear makeup, and we applaud them! On National No Makeup Day, all women are encouraged to go bare-faced for 24 hours in order to express and liberate their natural beauty. For many of us, going makeup-free might be intimidating, so we’ve compiled a list of tips and methods to help you feel more at ease in your own skin.

This one-of-a-kind day was discovered on April 25, 2015, and it became a social media sensation in 2017. Over 13 million Instagram posts have used the hashtag #NoMakeup, with many of them coming from influencers and celebrities with thousands of impressionable followers. However, when they use these bare-faced photos as a comparison tool, the flaws in this trend become clear. Despite not wearing makeup, many of these influential figures have micro-bladed eyebrows, eyelash extensions, and fillers in their cheeks, lips, jaw, and other areas.

This creates a social divide because people who can look this amazing without makeup have the time and money to devote to expensive skincare routines and invisible beauty treatments, which are not available to everyone. We could argue that the “no-makeup makeup” trend is equally damaging to our self-esteem as concealing our flaws with cosmetics: neither allows us to enjoy our skin. One of the central ideas behind the No Makeup Day movement is that it demonstrates ‘real’ beauty, though for some people, this is easier to achieve with makeup than without. Embrace the version of yourself that makes you feel the most free, whether or not you’re wearing makeup.

NATIONAL NO MAKEUP DAY TIMELINE

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Beauty Is Pain

The pale, sun-untouched complexion is all the rage among 15th-century women and if a lady isn’t born with a porcelain complexion, she’ll do anything, including use leeches for blood-letting.

1900

First Industrial Deodorants

The first industrial deodorants and Colgate’s tube toothpaste are introduced to the ‌public.

1914

Original Greasepaint Formula

Max Factor, a London-based cosmetics company that still exists today, takes on the original greasepaint formula and creates a semi-liquid version that can be stored in jars.

1917

Mascara From Petroleum Jelly

Cosmetics brand Maybelline makes her first appearance with a petroleum jelly and coal dust mascara created by Thomas Williams for his sister Maybel.

NATIONAL NO MAKEUP DAY FAQS

What is the benefit of No Makeup Day?

A makeup-free day is good for skin health, according to Skin Therapist, since it allows the skin to readjust.

What is the No Makeup movement?

No Makeup Day is a global campaign led by women all over the world to effect positive change in the beauty business.

What is considered No Makeup Day?

It simply implies that you can walk outside without wearing makeup for a whole day.

NATIONAL NO MAKEUP DAY ACTIVITIES

A fun method to show off your personality: People can tell your personality not only by your makeup but also by your no-makeup look! Take a day off from your makeup look and go all-natural to celebrate National No Makeup Day.

Go take a selfie: It's a rare day when you don't wear make-up outside, so show off your confidence by snapping a photo! Make the rest of the world aware of your natural beauty!

Share it on social media: Instagram and YouTube are brimming with instructional videos that offer tips and tricks for improving your beauty routine. Why not share one of your own, tagging No Makeup Day and using the hashtag #NationalNoMakeupDay?

5 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT MAKEUP

Makeup used to be against the law: "Lex Oppia" was Roman legislation that prohibited not only a woman's money but also her displays of luxury, such as expensive cosmetics and scents imported from places like China and Germany.

Neon nail polish is illegal: Because the F.D.A. has not formally certified neon colors, true neon nail paint is illegal in the United States.

Lipsticks were made from crushed jewels: According to legend, semi-precious stones were crushed and used to adorn the lips of ancient Mesopotamian ladies.

Golden skin was unintentional: Coco Chanel, a fashion designer, got a sunburn while visiting the French Riviera; by the time she returned home, the sunburn had faded into a tan.

Red lipstick denoted class: Throughout the Middle Ages, lipstick was used to distinguish social classes in Europe.

WHY WE LOVE NATIONAL NO MAKEUP DAY

Do it for the sake of self-love: The main goal of National No Makeup Day is to show our true selves. On this day, we can celebrate being completely honest and sincere about all aspects of life, beginning with our natural attractiveness.

Save your time: By not wearing makeup for a day or longer, you can add 15 to 45 minutes to your day! After all, No Makeup Day is a holiday, so enjoy the extra time you won't be spending on your makeup routine.

Express our natural beauty: Your cheeks have a natural blush-like color, but your skin is as smooth as glass... Isn't this what we're all after? It is preferable to have naturally healthy-looking skin rather than skin that requires constant makeup to conceal flaws.

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[the-blaze-empress]

hi! hi! yr cosplay is delightful, specifically the makeup you did for tubbo :D can i ask what brands you use, if any?

aaa thank u sm!! oh boy imma have to go rooting through my makeup drawer for this. that makes me sound so much fancier than i am all my makeup is basically 'whats the cheapest i can find yeah thatll do'. imma put the info under a readmore bc its prolly gonna b a fairly longish list

foundation: maybelline fit me. idk my mum got it for me years ago bc i kept using hers lol

contour: essence contouring duo palette. it was the cheapest i could find. the highlighter is Not Light Enough for me lol

lipstick: that is an eyebrow pencil!! specifically ushas cosmetic pencil. i fucking despise the feel of lipstick and have never found a matte black lipstick that actually looks good for me so i use a cosmeticc pencil instead <3

eyeliner even tho u cant see it: miscellaneous black liquid eyeliner. idk its so old the entire text has rubbed off i cannot tell anymore. i need a new one

eyeshadow: so fun fact the scar is 90% eyeshadow! i have SEVERAL revolution palettes (neutrals, colourful, colourful sparkly, and a massive fuckoff one thats as big as the other three put together) and i adore them. the one type of makeup i actually care about the brand. its relatively cheap too which helps. i just layered several reds and browns and reddish browns for the scar

heres a better picture of the scar (sans extra effects talked about below)

i also used liquid latex for the scar, thats uhhh fx bys??? not entirely sure the label isnt helpful. just put a bit of latex on ur face, then a bit of tissue, wait for it to dry, then repeat. once its all dried u can pick at it and make cool effects depending on what u want! do this before adding colour/eyeshadow btw

i set everything with both setting powder (white/clear maybelline lasting fix) (i use powder not spray bc when i use body paint (which is frequent. usually snazaroo or body fx brand) its water based and water based setting spray can make it run) and hairspray. yes thats right i hairspray my makeup on if im going to be in it all day. makes it extra sure that it doesnt budge and nothing rubs off on anything it shouldnt

if u cant tell im not a regular makeup artist or anything, i know my way around special effects but i am mostly self taught and Do Not Have Lots Of Money. dont come at me for spraying my face with hairspray IT WORKS OKAY

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Genre: suggestive and fluff :)

a/n: okay so i tried my best to type out the words exactly like how i heard it in my mind. so ‘buetifo’ is beautiful if you couldn’t tell.

A small thud causes you to jolt out of your wonderland. “Shit.. what time is it?” You sit up, heels touching your butt as you do. You look to the side to see your husband still sleeping. You reach over to your nightstand and you grab your phone. “It’s eight in the morning..” you lightly huff and place your phone back on the nightstand.

Right as you’re about to slam your body back down onto the bed a little voice scares you. “Mwah.” You turn to see your daughter sitting on the floor covered in your makeup. “Oh, my—! Pearl, no!” You jump out of bed and you grab the smashed makeup pallet that was sitting on the floor.

“Hi mommy! I so buetifo!” Your daughter giggles and cups her face. “What’s wrong, babe?” Johnny groans and sits up from the bed. “Oh, my.. how did you..” you take a deep breath. “Babe, what’s wrong.. woah.” His voice trails off when he sees a big mess on the floor. “Uh oh, pearl, you made a big mess.” Johnny half hearted scolded the two year old.

Makeup dust was everywhere, your white marbled stained floor was painted in different colors. Blue, red, purple, green, gold, silver. The foundation was poured out on the floor and smeared with her tiny finger prints.

It felt unreal, how could a two year old do this by themselves?

Your daughter had makeup smudged all over her face. She had highlighter on, she had eyeshadow on her ears and lips, she had your Maybelline red lipstick on her forehead and chin. You could hear a faint whimper escape your daughters lips.

“Oh, no. Pearl, no, baby.” You cup your daughters face as she lets out a muffled cry. Thick, hot, tears rolled down her shimmery golden-brown cheeks. “Oh, noo.” You cooed, sipping her tears away, the powder of your makeup rubbing off just a bit. “Don’t cry, baby.” Johnny hops out of the comfy bed and sits next to you. “Here, I’ll take her.”

You hand your daughter to Johnny and he holds her in his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry, you aren’t in trouble. Mommy was just worried about you—, and her makeup but that doesn’t matter. Just don’t do that next time, okay?” Johnnys words only make his two year old cry even harder.

Her sobs getting louder as she cries, she gets up from johnnys lap and waddles back over to you. “I’m buetifo?” Your daughter asks in between her little cries. You frown and nod. “Yes, you are. You are so beautiful, baby. So beautiful, just like mommy.” Her cries soften but the hiccups don’t. “I—I’m buetifo?” You nod again, wiping her tears away.

“Beautiful like daddy too.” Johnny points to himself with playful nods. “Yes, just like daddy too.” You giggle at how he wanted to be included too.

“Let’s take the makeup off, okay?” She nods and stands up from your lap. You take her little hand and guide her to the bathroom. “Okay, lets take this makeup off.” You take your wipes and you wipe the makeup off.

It was satisfying watching the makeup get removed in a few swipes. You could see how johnny admired the both of you from the mirrors reflection. He looked at you both with hearts sparkling in his eyes. “There we go! It’s all off!” Your daughter turns her head to the mirror and shows off her smile she got from her dad.

“Now you look even more beautiful!” She nods and turns back to you. “Thank you, mommy!” You nod and give her a small kiss on his nose. “Okay, go play so me and daddy can get ready.” You pull her off the counter and you set her down on her feet. “Okay, mommy.” She runs past johnny and slowly walks down the stairs, not wanting to fall. Johnny walks in with a sigh.

“She’s so naughty.” You nod with a big huff. “Isn’t she just, makes me want another one honestly.” Johnny raises an eyebrow with a frown mixed with a smirk. “Yeah?” You nod, getting tying your hair up so you could brush your teeth.

“So like… right now?” You pause and let your hair fall back down. “Not now,” he shrugs but nods. “Maybe if we drop her off to like, Jaemin’s then yeah.” He jumps in excitement. “Alright! Let’s go, baby!” He cheers and does a little happy dance. “Pearl! Get your iPad, lets go to uncle Jaemin!” You shake your head as he runs out of the bathroom.

“We still have all day..” you mumble, thinking about how crazy he is.

[english8muffin]

Vogue morning routine

Y/N Y/N/L’s guide to effortless natural makeup

Summary: you are asked to do the Vogue Beauty Secrets video and your two boys decide to join the party

Word count: around 2000

Warning: none, just pure floof!

I apologize in advance if there are any spelling and/or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language (+ this is my very first fic)

HEADLINE Henry Cavill’s new girlfriend, designer Y/N Y/L/N reveals her everyday morning routine in recent Vogue video: Y/N Y/L/N shows off her secrets to the perfect fusion of European and Asian beauty.

You stood in the spacious bathroom of the hotel room, only wearing a big, fluffy, white robe, that was actually Henry’s. But since the man was in the gym, you took the opportunity to lend it and bathe yourself in his musky smell, that calmed your nerves. Last night you started panicking, thinking you would probably look stupid for the entire world to see, luckily Henry and Kal tried to calm you down with cuddles and kisses.

This was the first ‘interview’ you would do, being such a young, successful entrepreneur really caught the attention of the media. When you first started your small online shop, you never would have thought you would end up here. Five years later, with a steady income, the job you always wished for and the man you had a crush on since the first time you laid eyes on him. Being a creative, it really made your heart soar with happiness, seeing all your products, your babies, in new homes where they would make others happy.

You were really proud of yourself. Henry was as well, and he made sure you and everybody around you knew. You were apprehensive at first, being with such a well known actor, who was also much older than you, it made you nervous of what people would say, what the media would say. You didn’t want to tarnish Henry’s image. You knew there were people with a much bigger age gap, but still, people were ruthless. So you both decided to take it slow, being careful with going out in public and social media posts.

You stand in front of the large mirror, which had a camera attached to it and open up your makeup bag. Right before you went into the bathroom, you made yourself a nice cup of tea, trying to stay calm. “Hi! I’m Y/N and today I am going to show you my everyday makeup routine,” you say with a smile, “I am not a dermatologist so please don’t take what I say too seriously.”

You grab a small white washcloth and hold it up, so it was in the frame, “First, I am going to wash my face and put on a few drops of serum,” You dampen the cloth and wipe it over your face and neck. You put a few drops in the palm of your hand and pat them into your skin. “Now I going to use my jade roller to massage the serum into my skin. It’s quite funny seeing so many people use these nowadays. In ancient China they were mostly used by the elite to keep there skin ageless. They would call jade the Stone of Heaven. It’s really helpful for the people who wake up with a puffy face like me,” you chuckle.

Somethimes you’d wake up with puffy cheeks, which led to Henry calling you his chubby bunny in the morning.

“Just a quick tip, and this is for everybody, make sure you always use SPF. I personally use SPF 30 and this one is shine control, since I tend to get an oily skin, but you can also use a regular one or a foundation with SPF in it. Believe me when I say your skin will be thankful.”

You grab the small tube of sun cream and show the amount you’ll use. You even convinced Henry to wear SPF everyday. At first he said he didn’t think it would make such a big difference, but when he realised you were going to be the one to put it on him, he was convinced about its benefits and adamant to wear it everyday. After working the thick cream into your skin, you put on some lipbalm and rummage through the pouch in front of you. When you find the product you’re looking for, you hold it up. “Now, I am going to put on a bit of concealer, this one is from Maybelline. After this, I will use a lighter shade under my eyes and on my acne scars that I have here,” you point and circle around the small cluster of scars on the sides of your cheeks.

Before blending out the concealer, you smile at the lens and put in two bright yellow hairclips, to keep your dark locks from falling into your face. “I probably should have done this at the start,” you laugh. The nerves creeping up a little. It wasn’t that you where a shy person, but knowing thousands of people will watch this, did something to you. You were always a very easygoing person, who could talk with pretty much everybody. But knowing people were going to watch you do something so intimate in a way, and would probably comment on it, scared you a little. While you would be 100% yourself, doing something as mundane as getting ready. If they didn’t like you now, then they probably won’t like you later. And that was what made you so afraid.

The bathrobe falls a bit down your shoulder, but you ignore it, since your hair fell down your shoulders in big waves. “Okay, brows. I used to block them in really dark when I was younger, but now I try to keep a light hand. I’ll use this Got 2B Glued as a brow gel afterwards. The tails of my eyebrows tend to move if I don’t use a strong enough gel. If you’re Asian you will understand the struggle.”

You quickly finish your brows, put some bronzer on your face and eyelids and take out your liquid eyeliner. “Am I the only one that acts like I’m a beauty guru whenever I do my makeup? Like, I’m just acting as if I’m used to this, right now, but to be honest, I was really nervous to do this video for Vogue,” you admit, “they will probably regret asking me,” you chuckle. You finish your eyemakeup with curling your long lashes, thanks to your mother’s genes, and add a coat of mascara.

You take in a deep breath, excited to show everyone the product you had been waiting for. “The next thing I am really proud to show you guys, because I designed the packaging. This is the new limited edition blush and highlighter palette from Dior, which they created for Lunar New Year!” You beam with pride, holding up the elegant looking palette. It had a darker toned glossy finish and the borders were the traditional Chinese looking frames, which were 3D and were surrounded by a wild variety of peonies. In the middle of the lid was your Chinese calligraphy in big golden brush stokes that said ‘year of the Ox’, the clasp was designed so it resembled an antique Chinese coin and on the side hung a jade charm.

“You can pre-order this palette now, I think they will put a link-thingy in de description. I wish you all a happy and blessed Lunar New Year, 祝农历年新年快乐牛年大吉!”

Just as you’re about to add some blush to your cheeks, the bathroom door creaks open and a curly-headed, sweaty Henry pops his head in. Fresh from the gym, and were you thankful for his new intense workout, because he was truely a sight to behold. A cheeky smile graces his handsome face when he spots you in front of the mirror, only wearing his robe, which made his grin widen.

“what are you doing in here? Are you hiding from me? Playing hide and seek is it?” he teases and rakes his large hand through the tousled curls, but just as he’s done speaking, he sees the camera behind you, and blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know you were filming, I’m sorry darling,” he smiles and gives a small wave in the direction of the camera. You led out a giggle, cheeks turning red already, if he’d keep this up, you wouldn’t need to add blush. You couldn’t focus anymore, he looked so attractive, only wearing his black gym shorts and a tight dark blue tank top. Damn that camera, otherwise you would have jumped him. Henry, thought the exact same thing. Seeing you, only wearing his robe and your hair still a bit wild from this morning’s cardio, made him hold back a moan. Those two cute, yellow clips in your hair could have fooled him, because you were anything but innocent.

Before he’s about to close the door again, he blows you a kiss. But his actions are stopped when a big bear makes his appearance. Bolting past his dad’s legs, Kal comes into the bathroom. Henry tries to catch him but misses. The black and white akita excitedly sniffs his head around the sink, trying to see what you were up to with all the stuff lying on the marble counter.

“Kal!” Henry whisper-yelled, trying to stay hidden behind the door. But you could still see his massive body crouched down behind the wood. It was rather funny, seeing the large man so panicked about getting his dog to listen. It kind of reminded you of that one video from BBC were a professor was being interviewed and his baby and nanny showed up in the background. While Henry tried to get Kal’s attention, the dog just sat next to your legs, and smiled when you pet him behind his ear. He was your good boy.

You both knew there was no other option but to keep Kal here, once he saw you do your makeup, he wanted to watch and get his ‘makeup’ done as well.

Henry also saw the look in Kal’s eyes and let out a sigh. Might as well stay with his two loves. He stood up from his position and walked to you, wrapping his sweaty but oh so save body around your figure, and placed a prolonged kiss on the exposed skin just by your shoulder. So far for taking it slow… He pressed himself thighter against your back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and intertwined your hands, slowly rocking you two back en forth. “You look beautiful, my love,” he whispered, so only you could hear it, at least you hoped the camera wouldn’t pick that up. You let out a little giggle, like the inner schoolgirl you were whenever he was around you.

“Kal loves when Y/N does his makeup as well, don’t you boy,” Henry explains with a smile and looks down at the bear by your bare feet. Kal gives a small ruff and sweeps his tail eagerly. “Did you show them what you made,” he asked you with a wide smile, and looked straight in to the camera, “she worked really hard on that design, so I hope you all like it,” he declared proudly.

You ended up doing your makeup routine with your two boys in the background. Henry left for a few minutes to shower in the second bathroom your hotelroom had, and came back clad in a pair of light jogging trousers and a sweater. Even though you were inside, it was still a bit too chilly to walk around in short sleeves, being mid-winter and all. He just sat on the small wooden bench by the door, still in frame for everybody to enjoy and behold. His hair now damp. He was reading in a book and patiently waiting for you to get ready, occasionally looking up and laughing when you would wet your hands or Kal’s special makeup brush in the sink and pretend to do his makeup. The dog would bark excitedly and give you kisses. “Wow Kal, you look so pretty,” Henry told the big floof with the chuckle.

“Okay, this was my -somewhat- everyday makeup routine! Thank you guys for watching this chaotic mess, hope you laughed a bit, bye-bye, 再见!” How do those vlogger end their videos? Smash like and subscribe?

Behind you Henry looked up from the pages of his fantasy book and arched his brow, “Hey! No shout-out for your special guests? See you all next time!”

WOOHOO!! This is my very first fanfic, I really hope you enjoyed it. Liking, reposting and commenting would mean a lot to me! If you do repost this, please do not edit or copy my work. I worked really hard on this.

Much love, Nahmi xxx

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keithtober💢🎃🔪 day 13: emo🖤

a/n: we can have little a broganes. as a treat

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content included: broganes, eyeliner, mcr, emoness. shiro gives keith eyeliner!

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Shiro knocks on the door to Keith’s room, hoping that he’ll actually be able to hear the sound over the blaring music he’s playing. It’s probably My Chemical Romance—take that, Adam, I can remember the name!—which draws a snicker to Shiro’s lips. Perfect timing, then.

If Keith ever opens the door, that is.

“Keith,” Shiro says, knocking more insistently. “Open up.”

Suddenly, Shiro hears a groan and, a few seconds later, the volume of the music goes down. Typical of Keith to not even bother actually turning it off. With a roll of his eyes, Shiro leans against the doorframe and waits for Keith to appear.

“What do you want?” Keith says gruffly the moment they’re finally face-to-face. He looks messy; his hair clearly hasn’t been brushed in a while, and his clothes—and old Texas Longhorns T-shirt and dark blue sweatpants—are rumpled. Shiro once again considers moving Keith into his own home instead of the Garrison, just so he can make sure he takes care of himself, but represses it quickly; it’s not like this behavior is strange for a 14-year-old, and Keith needs to learn to be independent

Maybe this snippet of (hopefully?) joy will help with that.

“I’ve got something for you,” Shiro says easily, shouldering his way into Keith’s room despite his squawk of protest.

“Do you have to come in here to give me it?” Keith asks, moody. So ungrateful.

Wordlessly, Shiro fishes around in his pocket, searching for the item he’s brought. Aha! There you are. This’ll surely cheer Keith up.

He takes it out of his pocket and presents it with a flourish, waving the black box around like a wand in front of Keith’s face. Keith’s eyes attempt to track it confusedly.

“Um,” he says, awkward, shifting his focus to Shiro with a raised eyebrow, “what is—“

And then his face morphs into comprehension, and then shock, his eyes pulling wide and mouth forming an O. Shiro grins—now that’s the kind of reaction he’d been looking for!

“Eyeliner?!” Keith whispers, holding out his hands for the package, awestruck. Shiro gives it to him loftily. “You actually got me some? Holy shit!”

“Language,” Shiro reprimands automatically, but this time, he truly doesn’t care. Seeing the excited wonder in Keith’s eyes as he pulls the package open (badly, Shiro might add) is enough to make anything he does wrong now seem negligible.

The tube Keith pulls out is long and black with a paint-stripe of pink on the lid, above the label: Maybelline Master Precise Liquid Eyeliner, in fancy text. Just like the one Shiro has; they’re identical.

“Wow,” Keith says, eyes shining. And then, looking up at Shiro eagerly, “Can you teach me?”

Hm. Shiro hadn’t really planned to spend more than a few minutes with Keith tonight—they’re seven years apart, after all, and Shiro has, like, adult things to be doing. Like playing Mario Kart with Adam. And failing at Mario Kart with Adam. And then retreating to their room to mess up the bed a bit…with Adam.

He’s super mature.

But, Keith’s giving Shiro a look he rarely sees on the boy: excitement, happiness. There’s no way Shiro’s going to kill his dreams now.

“Yeah—Fine, but you have to actually listen to what I’m telling you to do, okay?”

Keith nods eagerly and rushes to his bathroom, propping himself in front of tw mirror and unscrewing the cap. Shiro jumps in panic.

“Wait, not yet, wait till I get there—“

“Then hurry,” Keith says, always impatient; he’s already got the tip up near his eyes when Shiro finally gets there and lays down the law.

“I will do it first, you watch,” he instructs, himself turning toward the mirror with a huff. “Look.”

Unexpectedly, Keith actually does as he’s told, turning sharp purple eyes to Shiro’s face with an intensity that is almost humorous given the low-stakes activity they’re engaging in. It doesn’t matter, though; Shiro’s going to teach this kid how to do eyeliner if it kills him.

….

Five minutes later, Shiro is sitting on the toilet, head in his hands.

“How can someone so skilled with a weapon be so bad at putting on eyeliner?” he groans, while Keith hums a little tune, still smudging the liner on the skin around his eyes. He’s watched Shiro’s demonstration and promptly did almost the exact opposite; Shiro had actually asked if Keith was doing it on purpose, and he’d sworn he hadn’t, but Shiro isn’t convinced.

Every time he looks at Keith he’s reminded of this failure. Head back in hands.

“I don’t know,” Keith says, finally putting the tool down and gazing intently at himself in the mirror. “I kinda like it.”

Okay, that’s enough to drag Shiro out of his hands. “You like it?”

Keith nods, and then turns to look fully at Shiro, smiling proudly as he shows off the dark smudges around his eyes, shaded with different amounts of the liquid in different areas, accented by failing points at the edge of the eyes. It’s, um, pretty awful to Shiro’s trained eye, but…

“It’s emo, you know?” Keith goes on with a shrug. “People call me that all the time. Now I look the part, too.”

A pang laces through Shiro’s heart. “Do you like being emo?” he asks cautiously; he’s not going to let Keith believe he has to fulfill the perception of him by bullies. To his surprise, though, Keith rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Hell yeah! It’s super cool. Nobody talks to me if I don’t want them to, and the music is so good!”

Huh. Shiro stands from the toilet. Alright then.

“Well,” he says, leaning forward to ruffle Keith’s hair affectionately (and noting that Keith isn’t pushing him away, this time), “with this look, you’ll be the best emo kid in town. Guaranteed.”

“Really?” Keith’s eyes shine. “Nice. Hey, Shiro, you wanna listen to some MCR? I think you’d like Danger Days.”

Shiro laughs and consents, staying there for another hour or so to listen and discuss the album with this excitable fourteen-year-old. He comes home late and relates the story to Adam, who gives him a hug and a soft smile.

“You guys are really starting to get close, huh? I’m proud of you. You’re getting through to him.”

The best part is, Adam might actually be right. That, in itself, is enough to make all the time he’s spent with Keith worth it.

…They’re listening to old-school Japanese rock next time, though.

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☕️ko-fi - PLEASE

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Thinking about demonrry letting angel practice makeup on him. She’s sitting in his lap on the bed, applying eyeliner while he’s leaning back on his palms with his legs spread open below her thighs, looking up at her with a soft little smirk on his face as she carefully wings out the ink.

“Harry, stop moving!”

“I’m not moving!”

“I can literally feel your hips shifting under me.”

“Yeah, because you’re sitting on my dick in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. My sincerest apologies that I can’t control my body’s natural reaction.”

“Which is?”

“‘There’s a hole nearby. Gotta find it.’”

“You’re such a pest.”

“A demonic one, yeah.”

After she finishes doing the entire look, she holds up her front camera for him to a peek, visibly excited to hear his opinion on the results. Harry cranes his head from side to side, surveying her work with his eyebrows poised in mild surprise, studying the dark accents she’d colored onto his cheekbones, over his eyelids, and along his sharp jaw. “Looks good, baby. Runway material, even.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Mmhm. A work of art is only as good as its muse, and I reckon my face is the highest quality canvas around, so of course it looks good.”

Y/N snorts bluntly, dropping her products into her makeup pouch and zipping it closed with finality. “How about a bit more praise to the artist instead?”

“How rude of me, you’re absolutely right.” He flutters his mascara-coated lashes up at her dramatically, the cheeky grin across his face carving his dimples into place. “You truly did so well, dove. Didn’t expect anything less, though— you’ve always been quite good with your hands.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m actually the face of Lancôme’s upcoming launch, so you should show me a little more respect.”

“I should show you respect for my work?”

“Your work wouldn’t have come out so well if it wasn’t for my incredible bone structure.”

“Yeah, okay, Gigi Hadid. Just stay here—”

“She’s the face of Maybelline; I only do luxury campaigns.”

“— while I go get the micellar water to remove all of this.” 

When Y/N begins to dismount his lap, he wraps one arm around the dip of her back and pulls her closer once more, flushing their fronts together intimately. The black glitter across his eyelids sparkles in the dim buttery lighting of the bedroom, standing out against the smokey maroon and plum purple shadows underneath, complimenting the flecks of black winking in and out of existence amidst the jade of his irises. His voice comes out low and sultry, the crescent above his mouth curving upwards and accentuating the burgundy lipstick blended over his satin lips. “Why don’t you just fuck it off me instead? I bet your thighs would look so pretty covered in this shade.”

[bardicious]

Witcher Season 2 Spoilers - Fashion Edition

Going to get this little review out of the way cause too many pictures. LMAO.

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Okay, shout out to my peeps that got hella screwed up because the costume department or creative team got real f*cking weird and tasteless.

First Ciri's two gorgeous parents, what happened to you two? 😭 Still pretty, just annoying ass eyebrows and wig for Pavetta, and literally what ever the fuck happened to Duny/Emyr. Literally thought it was a different actor??? No seriously, I still don't believe it. (He was WAY more handsome in season 1. Kind of had a natural look, now he looks like he should be on the cover of Maybelline.)

Onto Ciri! Once again the eyebrows have destroyed a perfectly ethereal look! Though I will give you this, I find it forgivable at times cause Ciri still looks pretty (BUT SERIOUSLY, WHY THE DARKENING OF THE BROWS, HATE IT).

And my poor girl Triss (though I have mixed ass feelings about her - don't know if she's going to go the - lets kill ciri route -). Her hair was massacred. 😭

My boy Jask - while I've grown to accept the new look since watching the new season. He quite legitimately looks godawful - poor choice of clothing all around!

Honestly the only person that got some decent clothing was ciri??? But when she wasn't in that it was something else ugly as hell.

OKAY, I will give them this. MY BOI JASK HAS ABS, which I really didn't know about Joey Batey. Kudos to you, dude. Straight up gorgeous. (What's he wearing on his neck, I just noticed? And his hair looks fab if he just styles it right - all the hair in this show has become a nightmare - except for fringilla's)

So yeah, lots of just plainly weird costuming decisions. They should have stuck with Season 1's aesthetics, and not.... dollar store props plus unnecessary emphasis. But I think this is literally one of my only issues with this season? Otherwise well done! :D (I'll have another review with other stuff later lmao)

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Hi! Sorry for the question but do you have any good makeup recs? Everyday and special occasion. Thank you!

i do! Here are some things I love recently:

Complexion-

Maybelline 4 in 1 perfector- this is a drugstore dupe of auric glowlust, Charlotte Tillbury Hollywood flawless filter etc. I use it as a sheer glowy base layer and dab extra on my nose and cheekbones to highlight.

Laneige glowy makeup serum- the only primer I've ever loved. Makes my skin juicy but also helps my base makeup stay longer.

Elf flawless brightening concealer- a very sheer satiny concealer in a clicky pen which I love bc I hate cakey concealers. Perfect for undereyes or to cover light texture or redness. Not a high coverage concealer, it's like drugstore touché eclat.

Erborian Skin Hero- this is kind of like a primer but it's meant to be worn alone on no makeup days. I love to put this on after a sheet mask and just add a lip color and go. It brightens a little and smooths pores.

Cheeks-

Glossier solar paint- the only bronzer I've ever enjoyed using. I have the fairest shade and it looks so natural, I love how luminous it is without being a heavier cream.

Patrick Ta doubletake blush duo- I love this bc it comes with a cream and a powder, they are not the same exact shade but are meant to work together effortlessly. I have the shade "do we know her" it's a soft peach powder with sheer coral cream. This is perfect for a longwearing juicy cheek as the powder provides more longevity.

Sunnies Face face gloss- a glossy highlighter in a doefoot wand, this is a very easy to use glossy highlight that I like to put all over my eyelids as well as on my cheeks/nose. I have the shade Barbarella, an opalescent lavender shade (very sheer).

Eyes:

Maybelline sky high mascara- this is my favorite drugstore mascara currently, I like a light elongated fluffy lash and this does this well without flaking or wearing off.

Jones road pencil eyeliner- my favorite black eyeliner, it's not the best for graphic lines but ideal for smudging. It has the best texture and is so easy to use.

Jones road just a sec eyeshadow in "icy pink"- a very sophisticated silvery pink glitter paste. Demure but very sparkly.

Kosas brow pop pencil + airbrow- super fine pencil in a million shades (I have taupe) I find it very easy to use. The airbrow pomade is the best eyebrow gel I've tried, I love the natural fluffiness and light shine it gives.

Lips:

Laneige lip glowy balm- I have the shade pear which is clear- it's soo juicy and shiny and satisfying to apply. I think I've almost finished mine. Daily I switch between the lip glowy balm and the laneige lip sleeping mask in gummy bear for lips that are always shellacked with moisture. Next time I'll buy the peach or berry shade.

Sunnies Face fluffmatte lipstick- the best matte lipstick ever imo. Thin light silicone-y smooth and comes in a million shades of nude, pink, rust and one or two reds. I have Milkshake (nude pink) girl crush (terracotta rose) and hot sauce (bright warm red). I buy sunnies face from PNY beauty as they're a Filipino brand.

Essence soft contour lip liner- this is my favorite lip liner! I think it's discontinued on their website but can still be purchased on drugstore websites. I love the shade "under my skin" for overlining. Should be like $1.50.

Hope this helps and wasn't too long! I wear all these things for every day and special occasions :-)