#maybe ill figure out how to make it look a lil less blurry for that redo….

[peppermintpuffs]

theyre on a date again :) (feat. slightly better quality)

[val-cansalute]

can u do ellie best friends to lovers with a lil angst 👀

SELF CONTROL

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Dim warm lights, the constant hum of talking and laughter, bodies swaying to the gentle music like grass in the breeze.

Somewhere near the centre of the buzz, Dina and Jesse are slow dancing. The sight warms your heart; your face brightens with a small half-smile and you look down at the alcohol in your cup which you’ve been nursing for a while. A nervous habit.

The metallic taste of blood seeps into your mouth rather than the bitterness of the drink as you chew your bottom lip and look back up to scan the room for Ellie. Again.

You’ve been standing awkwardly by the drinks for a while now, the place that the two of you usually spend most of your time at whenever there’s a dance.

She had gone to go find someone, telling you she’d be right back, but she still hasn’t returned and it’s pissing you off ever so slightly.

The only part of these things that you enjoy is chatting drunkenly with her after all.

Or, just being in her presence. You’d enjoy just that. The warm, tingly feeling makes almost anything worth it. You’ve known for years that you are in love with Ellie Williams, and almost everyone else in Jackson knows it too.

You like to pretend it’s not like that; she’s your best friend and you’re just super close, especially since Jesse and Dina got together so you spend less time together as a group and rather just as the two of you, but you know that’s bullshit.

You’ve had a crush on her since the day she arrived in Jackson, and it has only grown larger and larger into this undeniable love for her. It sits in your chest and squeezes your heart cruelly, clawing at the bars of your rib cage and churning your stomach whenever she’s around.

You’ll never be able to tell her about your feelings, and you’re lucky no one outright talks about it when she’s with you. Because the two of you are best friends; attached at the hip, as the elders often muse.

And, though it hurts, for now, you’re okay with being just that.

Your eyes skim over the sea of dancing figures, stopping abruptly at the familiar sight of choppy auburn hair.

Ellie.

Your heart drops when you see the reason she’s not with you in the form of a girl with short black hair and arms that are draped over Ellie’s shoulders.

Ellie’s dancing with Cat. But Ellie never dances with anyone. Hell, she’s only ever danced with you or Dina about two times at best.

There’s a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach - something akin to nausea, anger, and despair. They’re standing too close. Ellie’s holding onto Cat’s waist too comfortably. The hall is too small. The air is too hot. Everything is too much.

You only just saw it but the room is already becoming blurry, so you place your drink down at the table shakily and walk out as quickly as you can, eyes glassy and legs quivering, ignoring the sound of Dina’s voice calling out to you over the much too loud music. Your ears are still ringing when you get home.

Ellie looks over at the table and notices the absence of you. Suddenly, she feels thrown off. You’re always there. Where did you go? She chews her lip - a habit the two of you share - as she looks back down at Cat, silently telling herself you probably just went to the bathroom.

When the song ends, she eagerly separates from the confused girl and jogs over to Dina to ask about you.

“You just missed her. She upped and left about five minutes ago. Tried to talk to her but she looked kinda out of it. I think she wasn’t feeling well.”

“Did she look ill?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe just drunk.”

“Why’d she go? She didn’t even tell me she was leaving…”

“I’m sure she’s fine, El, you’ll see her tomorrow anyway.”

“Right.”

——

The thought of patrol is making you deeply upset.

You don’t know how to face her; how you can look her in the eye when you feel so hideously jealous over something as small as seeing her dancing with another girl.

A few steps behind at all times, you pick at your nails as you muster up the effort to pretend that you’re not feeling like shit.

Shouldn’t be this hard to talk to your best friend.

Ellie looks over her shoulder at you for a moment and you’re already dreading what’s coming when her eyes meet yours.

“So, where’d you go last night? I looked around and you were gone.”

“I… just- home. I went home. Wasn’t feeling it.”

Ellie nods as her head turns to face forward once more. She’s rambling on about something but you can’t hear her. You’re about to do something you will inevitably regret - in fact, you regret it before even doing it.

“You looked like you were having fun, though… Cat, huh?”

The smile that plays on Ellie’s lips makes all those feelings you felt at the party rush through you again. With intensity. Once more, you feel nauseous.

“Yeah… We’re just… It’s just a thing. I don’t know. She’s cool…”

You’re face morphs out of a grimace and into one of neutrality when Ellie looks back at you nervously again, smile slightly more unsure as she gauges your reaction.

Of course she cares about your opinion of Cat. You’re best friends. For that reason, you force a smile to push up your aching cheeks and shove her shoulder gently as you trek further into the snow.

“A thing? Wow. I’m sure she’d love hearing that.”

Ellie throws her hands up in defeat, “Hey, I never claimed to be good at this sappy shit.”

“Pfft, yeah. I’m more than aware of that.”

Ellie laughs and grabs onto your waist wordlessly to move you out of the way of a branch you were going to trip over,

“You’re such an asshole. Fine, right now, there’s not really a label, but, I mean, she’s cute. I don’t know, maybe something could come outta this.”

You nod, but the juxtaposition of her words and her touch are driving you insane.

“Cool. You looked cute as fuck together.”

All you can hope is that she can’t tell your words are laced with bitterness. But you’ve known each other for years. Ellie can obviously tell that something is wrong. The way you brushed her hands away and kept walking was a pretty obvious sign.

Ellie makes incessant attempts at starting conversations, but your one word responses leave her feeling confused, her signature smirk faltering.

As you return to the stables in silence, you can feel her gaze piercing through the side of your face before she reaches out her hand and rubs your back gently, as she usually does whenever you’re sad.

“You okay?”

You try to play off the way you flinched under her touch and clear your throat, refusing to meet her strong gaze as you move away from her.

“I’m fine, yeah, just tired.”

She stops and stands still, watching in confusion as you walk off in the direction of your home without acknowledging her again.

Over the next few days, she can see clearly that something is happening quick, that the trajectory of your relationship is pummelling towards the ground, but she can’t figure out why. At that point, it really doesn’t take a genius to see.

The day after, on your way to the stables before patrol, you encountered a sight that took your already breaking heart out and trampled all over it.

Ellie and Cat were making out. And, though you’re used to hearing details about Ellie’s emotions, seeing it in the flesh occurring with so much passion is like a slap to the face.

The last few months had given you hope. You had felt as though your dynamic was becoming more affectionate. You must’ve been badly mistaken. This was confirmation that there was no meaning to the drawn-out glances and lingering touch. No feeling. No reciprocation. God, you feel like an idiot.

You can’t believe Ellie still doesn’t know. You can’t believe you have to go through this again, even if you have a feeling they won’t last very long. Will you really just spend your whole life obsessing over her? You feel like you’ve been pushed past breaking point.

Before you know it, you’re back at home with the door slammed shut behind your heaving figure. You know it’s completely idiotic that you’ll be holed up in here for the next few days, moping over Ellie. At least now, it’s for the last time.

You won’t let yourself crawl back to her.

Ellie walks away from your locked door with a frown, a hoarse voice and knuckles sore from knocking to no avail for the nth time that week.

You don’t open up. You can’t see her, not for a while.

Dina stops by almost every day, brushing her fingers through your hair and comforting you while trying to get you to go out and meet someone else. Maria borderline harasses you through her, asking when you’ll be back on patrol, if you’re still all depressed.

You can’t help but want to sink into your bed and stay there for eternity.

And when you finally start going out again, you catch wind of Ellie spending more and more time with Cat, not understanding why you’re suddenly nowhere to be found. Obviously, Ellie hasn’t declared anything to be official, but you refuse to read into it. Ellie’s never been one to do shit like that.

She speaks to Dina about it constantly, looks around for you in her free time, chases after you when she catches glimpses of you around the market. You rarely stop or give her more than a tight-lipped smile, claiming you’re busy.

You’re always out of reach.

But the straw to break the camel’s back is being met with Jesse’s face instead of yours on the day that you’re supposed to return to patrol. Patrol, with her.

Irrefutable evidence that you’re avoiding her.

Even now, however, she can never manage to get a hold of you to confront you about it. Her mind is consumed with thoughts of you. The last few weeks had been chaotic, the hours you spent together daily suddenly dissipating into a head nod as you speed past her on the rare occasion your paths cross. She has so much to tell you, and so much to ask you. Too many questions.

So, when she finally sees you stagnant at the Tipsy Bison, her heart starts racing.

Of course, you’re not beckoning her over by the drinks like you used to. You’re standing by a girl she somewhat recognises, throwing your head back in laughter and touching the girl’s arm in a way that makes Ellie’s jaw clench.

That’s the way you act around Ellie, or used to. That was the way it had always been, and it was a comforting affection that she had found solace in. That was your friendship; it felt like home.

But, now you left Ellie waiting at your doorstep and invited someone else in. She knew deep down that it was weird for her to feel this way about you being “friendly” with another girl, but her thoughts were clouded as she watched you. You replaced her.

The girl you’re with is someone you barely recognise, but she seems nice enough to make you want to be around her. Maybe you’re finally moving on from the crush that had you in a chokehold since you were 15. Or maybe the way a lock of her hair fell out of her low bun and framed her face reminded you of something, or someone, you craved desperately.

Whatever. You’re drunk enough to stop feeling anxious about seeing Ellie again in a place you couldn’t avoid her in.

When that familiar cold touch settles upon your shoulder and you’re spun around to face the person you had been running from for weeks, you just shrug it off and turn back to face the girl, Emily, or something.

Damn, even the name.

But she’s noticed the tension and she’s not continuing the conversation.

Ellie grabs you by the shoulders and turns you back around in frustration,

“Maybe you should cool it on the drinks, dude, you don’t even know this chick. She’s practically on top of you…” Ellie whispers aggressively and you know that she’s beyond pissed off because she rarely lets herself get so obviously annoyed.

“Whatever. Can you leave? I’m in the middle of something.”

She scoffs, a flash of hurt illuminating her irises,

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“You know what? You’re clearly drunk off your ass so let’s get you home, Y/N.”

That throws you off the edge,

“Fuck off, Ellie! What right do you have to say shit about who I’m fucking around with! You’re just a friend!”

Ellie’s expression becomes unreadable. Her hand curls around your wrist as she mutters, “… I know, but, I’ve been meaning-”

“We’re friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

The upset flickers through Ellie’s expression just long enough for you to notice before it darkens coldly again. She squeezes your wrist tight and starts pulling you towards the exit, both of you becoming aware of the people stopping and watching the interaction go down.

“C’mon. You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.”

You squirm, hunching over and dragging your feet as she leads you out while you try to pry her fingers off of you. It’s no use.

“Ellie, fuckin’ get off! I’m not-”

She turns and you flinch at the stern glare she gives you before saying,

“Stop being a fucking dick and cooperate for once.”

Your shoulders slump as she pulls you out and you blink back the tears that threaten to fall, whispering,

“I’m tired of this...”

Ellie doesn’t look back at you. She just keeps walking.

“What? You don’t wanna be friends anymore? Are you a goddamn five year old? Fuckin’ go ahead. I couldn’t give a shit less. I’m still taking your ass home.”

“Yeah! I don’t wanna be your fucking friend, Ellie! I’m tired of lingering around and- and pining after you for forever, or some shit. I don’t wanna watch you do all the shit I wanna do with you with some other girl! I hate it! It’s not fair; you keep giving me mixed signals-”

She stops dead in her tracks, still refusing to look at you.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit! If you don’t like me, why are you so fucking touchy? Why do you say all of that flirty shit when you’re drunk or high? Why do you get all protective when someone’s being flirty! Everyone and their fucking mom knows I have been in love with you for so long, it’s ridiculous, so stop ignoring it and just fucking turn me down or leave me the fuck alone! It’s not fair, Ellie. You can’t keep leading me on!”

She just shakes her painfully beautiful head and turns her gaze to the floor. You can feel the shattered remnants of your hearts piercing through your insides. You don’t want to hear what’s coming.

“You don’t want this. You dont. You dont know what you’re getting into.”

“I know you better than almost anyone. Yes, I do. You don’t get to decide that.” Your voice comes out shaky, defeated, but there’s no way you could get any more ashamed.

She finally turns to look at you, squeezing your wrist ever so slightly. Her thumb gently traces circles into the skin and there’s a sadness that paints her face in a way you’ve never seen before, one that makes you want to hold her.

“No… I don’t get to. But, you’re you… If it’s you, it’ll get too real. I can’t handle that. I’m not good at this shit. I can be open and free with you when we’re the way we are now. What we have now is good. If I let it happen, I’m scared I won’t be able to give you what you want. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

The night breeze embraces the two of you, connecting you in a way that the words which die on your tongue are incapable of doing. There are unspoken truths in the way you look at each other. A comfort in the touch, hidden beneath the pain.

You don’t want to hear all the complications. You don’t want to worry about that shit. You just want her to hold you. You just want her.

With tears, thick as blood and carrying your love, running down your cheeks, you rest your head on Ellie’s shoulder and let yourself go.

“Please, Ellie. Please. Just stop. I just wanna be with you. I don’t care about that shit. I love you so much, it hurts. Don’t leave me like this. Please.”

A shaky breath escapes her lips as Ellie’s rigid figure relaxes into you.

“Fuck, you’re making it so hard to have self control.”

“Then, let go of it, Ellie, please.”

Gentle touch, her fingers caress your face as they brush the hair stuck to your cheeks, wet with tears, behind your ear and tilt it up so you’re looking at her. You love her. You love this.

“…I love you too.”

Then, Ellie leans in and gives you what you’ve been yearning for for years.

——

idk how i feel abt this but OH WELL and also dk if anon wanted a modern au but i might do that later with this concept anyway so don’t fret 😩 send more requests before i decay.

i have huge massive penis.

[autisticidiot]

my spider-man collection !! + loadssss of my rambling (as per usual) and a calculation of how much it costs cuz @marshber's post had me curious about mine !! :3 a lot of my collection is just gifts from people hehe ^_^ the images r all over the place..

ohh my god it's so blurry T_T anyways,, 11 comics, 4 magazines and 1 omnibus :3 i stopped getting the magazines because uhhh.. i couldn't find them in my co-op anymore aha. also they were kinda pricy i guess.. they had these lil plastic toys sometimes. made me feel bad for some reason lol,, @-@ maybe i'll get some specific one of the website but uh yeah.

i think all my comics feature chameleon hehe ☆(ゝω·)v except the daily bugle one. that was my first !!

my plushes !! i thinkkk the first one i got was the 2nd one. his head is like that because he got lobotomised and had to get stitched back up ! ^_^ his head was still kinda funny looking before that though lol. the one i got after that is the squishmallow !! it was a birthday gift from my friend !! yayayaya it's my favourite of the bunch. very soft (๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ✧ the b i g head one makes thwip sounds !!

oh and my bed covers !! i love them a lot :]

my figures (ignore the black blob pls >_<‶) + some extra !! that gwen helicopter turns into a motorcycle !! i got it for free :3 it's part of a set i think but i don't have it. the lil spidey is a rubber !! it was a mystery thing. i wanted to get one of the villains,, but i suppose nothing beats good old spidey >_^

i keep shocker and electro in the packaging because umm.. it's easier to store lol. and i would keep the packaging anyway it's nice :3 i still have the packaging for my pins lol and chameleon is forever imprisoned because he's made of lead i think. apparently it's fine but i'm an anxious person lol

i loveeee the feel of mayhem's hair.. and i just really like the pop. prowler's heads broken 😔 he was like that when i first got him. tried to fix him but it just broke again.. maybe it's meant to be  o(TωT)o 

..and everything else !! (+ stuff that i forgot to put in the others lol)

i wear that spider-man shirt for like everything lol !! with a specific pair of jeans. and spider-man socks :P AND OH WAIT I FORGOT TO PUT MY SPIDER-MAN VANS.. ill put those after this !! :3 there's 2 more pairs of socks but they're in the wash.

my spider-man water bottle is scuffed because it fell out of my bag and spent a day outside o_o

my spider-man vans !! <3

anyways the total price of this !! retail price. and converted to pounds if needed. unless it doesn't say and i can't find it then it's just estimated. and im really bad at estimating !! and i may have accidentally added a couple more or less !! is: £484.83

.. woah !! i think the vans do a lot of heavy lifting since (from what i searched online..) the retail price is $134.99.. but um yeah wow (´⊙ω⊙`)

[tdrcycle09]

Mini Challenge #6 - Left To Your Own (De)Vices

For this week’s mini challenge, our sickening seven gave us makeup inspired by things that they indulged in. Here’s what they did!

Analyse Thropic | Alcohol

Hey jufgess its meeee analyze Thropicv and mY vice mjni chalemnhe i chose aclohol becaus it s v on brand for me and i also wantefd to drinkk to make thesre accesorise but i think i deank to much because thenb i starteed seeing douvble and i didnt kno wherre to put my makeuvpo on my facer n i was taking my picvitrs for the submissoin and i had to trhow up but i madde it in tim and tookk anothers selfie fro youuu i m gonna go textt my exes now byeeee

Lila: Ugh, I feel sick when I look at you, all those bottles and wine corks are making me think of all the days after hungover and being ill in bed. I think this is such a creative makeup honestly, i get that seeing double, beer-goggle like idea and its really fun and totally works with the connotation of drinking - a vice indeed! You did put a second brow next to the amazingly snatched on in the middle of your forehead, however your accessory kind of clunkily covers it. I do wish you made your pupils a little bigger as it kind of gets more of that wicked detail in there that when people get drunk, their pupils dilate a larger amount - however, I’m not pressed at this concept at all! Great job!

Letha: This is really cool, Analyse. You really created a concept and commited to its execution. You’ve got accessories, an outfit, even a toilet. I will say the technical aspects of the makeup sort of blunder for me. The doubled features mostly work (one of the lashes on the lower eyes is a bit wonky), but it just gets a bit too muddy/blurry in some areas for for me personally. That being said, it’s a really fun and creative look, good job! 

Toni: To start off I think this is a better optical illusion makeup than the actual optical illusion makeup you did before, because the extra parts or doubles seem so well done. I don't know how but the colors on the fake eye makeup seem so much more brighter than they do on your actual eye so I’d love to figure out how to make it the same. I like the accessories I think a little bit more time could have been used on them to really make them look a bit more interesting like you could have filled the bottled with dyed water just to add pops of color.

Avana Noir | Ice Cream

Hello judges and tdr community bitches! lets jump right into this! so for this challenge my vices that i usually have aren't rally physcial except for one...ICE CREAM. let me tell yall. I love ice cream so much. like bruh, Its so bad for me but A BITCH IS STILL GONNA EAT IT. so for this lewk I wanted to go for like a thing where I love ice cream so much that I have become ice cream ! This was really fun to do! 

Lila: HOLY SHIT. Coming from last week, I was coming into this mini expecting very little, but you proved my gay ass wrong - I love it. It’s giving me KAWS artist vibes with old school grafitti and honestly, without your heavy makeup around the eyes you look so damn beautiful. The outline of the cream on the white kind of spurred me to think you could’ve blended this out way, way more than you did, and I would’ve either painted your ears or even added some cones on your ears, get all Katamari Damacy with it because it’s super true to your aesthetic, just push it a lot futher than this. Overall, I love this, great work this week!

Letha:  Avana, this is such a fun look! It’s drippy, messy, and really makes sense with the vice you chose. The neckpiece is a fun addition, as are the ice cream cones. I’m not loving the plain boy hair, though. I wish you had either slicked it back and covered it in chocolate sauce or found some other way to incorporate it into the paint. But other than that, I really do like it, great job!

Toni: I wanna li li li li lick you from your head to your toes. Oh this is such a sweet look….get it….sweet? I really like this and I think this is a really nice step outside the box for you and such a creative paint. I do have issues with it thought. I wish that the colors were more pigmented, and that the lines were more defined and darker as well. I like the sprinkles, they were cute. I think instead 3 cones you could have rolled up paper and made one large cone and I wish you had a wig on or something other than just your boy hair.

Lexi Lamour

A vice, by definition, is an immoral or wicked behavior or personality trait. For this challenge I went with the latter and picked my competitive pride. Competition can sometimes get the best of me and I greatly apologize to anyone or any relationships that I have that I've let it effect in this race. It's something that I'm really trying to work on and grow from moving forward. One image shows my softer side/attitude trying to resist the competitiveness coming out, and the other shows the attitude of someone consumed by competitive drive.

Lila: This is such a beautiful makeup honestly - it’s simplistic in design, yes, but it hits home quite a lot. Vulnerability is a powerful state of mind that not many people get an opportunity to express, let alone express it too. I love the gold accents, really exciting and it got me twisting my head because I thought the coin was some sort of lense from a pair of sunglasses - it’s a coin! For me, your brow could be a lot sharper than it is. It’s getting a little blurred in this makeup, just throwing a little bit of concealer in a lighter colour and fix that up, but never the less, great job!

Letha: Heya Lexi! So this look is very interesting. I can see competitiveness as a vice so it makes sense, it’s out of the box and not one I would immediately think of. I really like the eye patch thingy you constructed on the right, it’s really fun and is easily my favorite part of the look. The hair is fierce for sure, it’s great drag hair. The other eye makeup is pretty good too, and the nails/accessories help tie the look together. The lip throws me off a bit, I think, it’s very shiny and not well defined. All in all, I like it, but I wish it had been pushed a little farther creatively. 

Toni: To start im glad you do have self awareness because sometimes the competition can get the best of everyone. I think this is a very pretty look but I think there's a lot more that could have been done. I would have liked to see the gold stars maybe dot off into your wig on that side even if they aren't stuck on but held on using bobby pins. I would have loved to see you try something like making a star shape out of the other eye with makeup to add a level of creative makeup and I don't think that lip is working at all, my suggestion for a gold lip would be to do a base color of a matte lip, maybe black,and then go over with a hold shadow to have the color there but still mask your natural lip shape.

Marcella Fox | Reading

Marcella has a lot of vices: red hair, metallics, triangles… But if there’s one thing Marcella can’t truly resist, it’s READING. I was so disappointed this mini wasn’t the reading challenge that I knew it had to form the basis of my look (Also, the real life male human who plays Marcella does have a bit of a book vice going on currently). I’m giving SHADY smokey eyes and COLD metallic lips, and my HARSH expression is saying “Everything about me is better than you”. Brows, earrings, fascinator and boa provided curtesy of Aldous Huxley.

Lila: W o w. Breathtaking and absolutely clever, just call yourself Matilda henny because you psyched me up for this. It’s giving me like Elizabethan era which is probably the elements of your signature ginger wig and the ruffling of the paper pages from your books. Your face is just stunning and you capture such perfect conceptual images, so dynamic and graceful. ONE tiny *tiny* problem I have is something that was brought up with me last cycle - using glossy or satin lipsticks to overdraw always produce this visible crease where your natural lip ends - the way to overcome this is to dab a smidgin of highlight on this area to kind of hide the crease created by the lip and the skin. Overall, however, Excellent work!

Letha: This look is total high fashion, Marcella. I think the accessories, hair, and makeup really tell a story, wink wink nudge nudge. The metallic lip prominently displays your real lip line, which works from these angles as a sort of highlight, but I’m not sure it’d be the look from other points of view. The eyes are well blended, and you know how much I love blush so that works for me. I suppose my only main hurdle with this look is viewing reading as a vice. I think you were going for shade/reading as your vice, which I’m not so sure that even that’s a vice, but the wires sort of get crossed once you made it literary. I do still love the look, though!

Toni: Hello dear, let me start off by saying the shape you have created is very interesting and pleasing to my eyes and I do like your use of paper not only in acessories but as well as on your brows. I do wish the brows were placed a bit higher so it doesn’t look like you have garage doors because its throwing me off a bit and I wish you had maybe found a way to make it look like there were words (even if you made or got like a scroll work/ cursive stencil) and done that over your forhead or your chest, somewhere so it looks like theres writing on you, i think that would have been a cool extra deminison to add to the look.

Paprika

So I took a little more of a conceptual route to this challenge, and my vice was vanity cause im a cocky bitch. I made a lil planchette headpiece thing with a smashed compact mirror (6 years bad luck or some shit ik ik) and went for an almost demonic feel with the mug because I feel like the idea of vices and vanity itself is really dark and i wanted to give the like, “sinful” vibe bc vanity IS one of the seven sins. But yeah thats my look xoxo pap

Lila: I love how editorial you are. You give me such an Adore Delano vibe in this challenge and you remind me of like the anti-Virgin Mary? While it’s quite an effortless looking piece, it’s just so capitvating to look at. One thing I want you to work on is trying different lip shapes. Your lips are always one and one, there’s no cupid’s bow! Try experimenting with this and I’m sure you’ll find one that you’re attracted to. Overall, great job with this!

Letha: Paprika, this is a pretty look, and I can see “vanity”, but it’s not really the strongest for me, creatively. I think the headpeice is cool, but I wish you had brought the reflective elements more cohesively thoughout your makeup. I see you did a lighter color on the lid, imagine if that had been in the shape of a mirror, with your eyeliner being the handle with some filligree added? A highlight on the lips could have been cool as well. Things like that would have really helped elevate the look, which isn’t bad by any means, it’s just pretty simple. Your paint is getting better all the time, just remember to push yourself creatively!

Toni: I like your choice of vice because I think its one as drag queens most of us have. I think that the choice to do a darker look works in your favor because its something tht you haven’t shown us but over all this reads as lacking for me, i think a way you could have really amped it up would be to have covered parts of your face in the mirror bits so it looks like youre reflecting back at yourself and its kinda meta if that makes sense.

Phoebe St. Jefferson

Hi judges! For my mini I decided to do Survivor as my vice since I just can't get enough of trashy reality tv! I decided to incorporate the jungle into my face, and try to really sell my expression. I'm wearing my survivor buff and holding my huge ass immunity idol! Phoebe! She voted out her mom!

Lila: UGH. I wanted to win this season of Blood Vs Water how dare you ya little game changer. I love your props, it’s extremely cute and i love that this is your vice, however there’s not much creative makeup going on here. Your natural face is really shining here, however I wanted to see some sort of 3-D aspect in here on your face - look at your competition’s, a little bit of foliage you could steal from your university’s trees or flowers - just to kind of bring that little POP to your look. You know? The tribe has spoken, and it’s a good job at best.

Letha: Pheebs, when you were talking to the judges about your concept and you listed your plan of elements to include, I was really excited because there was so much that you could have gone over the top with. With the look as it stands, I’m getting more… “camp counselor” than “Survior”.  I think the hair and the makeup could have been wilder/rattier to more tell the story, which right now both are just a bit too tame/clean. Overall, it’s okay for me.

Toni: Phoebe… i’m not really impressed with this look to be honest. I think the issue here seems to be you focused to much on the survivor aspect of it, i think if you had just done “reality tv” or even “tv” you would have given yourself to get a much more conceptual and interesting makeup. Your eyemakeup and brow is pretty and constantly getting better but the vines seem to be a bit faded and the white could do with a bit out black outlining and I also think you could have done a wig so it has fake leaves and sticks in it to make it look a bit more wild rather than jsut using boy hair.

Sugar Monroe | Smoking

Hiiiiieeeeeee! :3 so, for this mini, we had to be inspired by our vices. Well, mine isn’t really a “good” one, per se. I smoke. A lot. And so I took inspiration from that to create this ashy, burned cigarette look.

*Sugar Monroe does not condone smoking children. It’s a filthy habit. Don’t start.*

Lila: Hello, Ms. Monroe! First off, a step in the right direction for me is the burn marks and scarring - really exciting and your makeup is always such a beautiful clean look. For me, personally, I think you could’ve draped some of the texture over the cigarette carton or something, just to make it more grotesque essentially. Loving the cleanliness of this, despite its punk-eqsue roots, and the black pigment on your neck gradiating out really adds so much to this concept. For me, more cigarettes in the hair would’ve pushed this a lot further and watching your colouration on the scar, but for me, great work this week!

Letha: Sugar, this look is…. Smokin’. Hahahaha bad jokes aside, I really do like the makeup. The elements you have, like the smoky eye and the classic lip, make sense with your vice, and I really enjoy the hair and the bitch brow. The cigarette eyepatch is o-kayyyy, not my fave part of the look, as it sort of covers up your burn makeup, which is pretty good, from what I can see.  Overall, good work on this, girl!

Toni: I’ll start by saying I like this a lot more than the first one you showed us because I think this one is a lot more conceptual. I’m glad you added accessories and I think they all make sense and really show the idea, I do wish there was a bit more of an ash aspect because if youre gonna paint it as a bad vice I wanna see the “bad to it”. I think the burns are a nice step into the pool of new and creative techniques and ideas from you but i need to see you diving head first into the pool for the main.