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coffeefromvoid · 3 months ago
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Jonny D’ville Cosplay Jonny D’Ville Cosplay Jon-
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This isn’t the full cosplay obviously but its coming along nicely, today i tried the makeup for the first time to see how long it will take
Also eye reveal 😨
I look so different without my glasses help
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eijirousbestie · 2 years ago
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We all know bakugou wear eyeliner so he probably knows how to do it himself but if one time he runs out of eyeliner and asked you for yours but he couldn’t do it cause yours is different type and You offered to do it for him
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS THIS BUT IT CAME TO MY MIND WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO SLEEP
“I can do your eyeliner”
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this idea is so cute
i literally have a playlist saved titled “doing bakugou’s eyeliner at 1:48am”
he hates liquid liner
He brushes the felt-tip over his eyelid over and over again but there’s simply nothing coming out. His eyelid is turning a soft shade of rubbed red the more pressure he applies to the eyeliner. This shit just won’t come out. At this rate, he’s about to poke his eye.
Taking the marker-like brush from his eye, he runs a few test strokes on the back of his hand. Only dry, faded streaks from the used pen stain his hand. He lets out a gruff sigh and caps the pen, tossing it into the small trash can in the bathroom.
His palms rest on the spacious counter of the sink as he stares at his reflection in the large, wall width mirror. He could always buy more but he doesn’t have the time to stop at the convenience store before his patrol. The whole eyeliner get up isn’t necessary but in his eyes, it takes his hero costume to another level, and he’s done it for ages.
He makes sure to turn off the bathroom light as he leaves and walks to your room. Not wasting a second, he brings his fist to your door and his signature three knocks rap on the wood. He places his hands on either side of his hips, his foot tapping impatiently as he waits. His feet are still clad in his slippers, contrasting with the stark display of his hero costume.
A soft shuffling can be heard behind your door just before you open it. You come face to face with Katsuki’s agitated expression. Already reading the room, you cut to the chase.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ran out of eyeliner. Thought you might have some to spare.” Giving him a quick once over you can see he’s getting ready to head out for patrol. Ahh so that’s why.
“Yeah I got some you can use. Let me grab it real quick.”
You leave the door ajar as you turn into your room and grab your makeup bag. You sort through it and grab your eyeliner before heading back to Katsuki and passing it to him. He holds it in between his thumb and index finger and examines the tube. It looks different from what he’s used before. Instead of it resembling a marker, the eyeliner is shaped like an elongated nail polish bottle. He shrugs it off though. He’s in a rush to get ready anyways.
“M’gonna use your bathroom mirror to put this on. Mine’s too far of a walk right now.”
“Have at it boss. Just don’t go crazy in there.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbles as he pushes your bathroom door open and switches on the light. He can hear you chuckle in the other room as he unscrews the top of the bottle off. This is definitely not what he’s used before. The brush is incredibly fine and dips into the bottom of the bottle to gather the eyeliner. Liquid eyeliner. He’s never used liquid eyeliner. It always looked like too complicated of an option compared to a pen.
He contemplates calling you into the bathroom for help but decides against it. He can do this. He’s kicked villain ass plenty of times. He can surely conquer a bottle of eyeliner. Tentatively raising the applicator to his eyelid, he closes his eye and begins to paint the makeup on slowly. The thin line he makes looks a bit messy but relatively decent. He opens his eye to get a better look and all hell breaks loose.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He sneers at his reflection, the skin just under his eyebrow is blotted with wet, black smudges. He furrows his eyebrows and the smearing just seems to get worse. “Fuckin’ hell!”
You, on the other hand, are lounging in your bed, legs stretched out as you beat another level of a game on your phone. His string of curses poke at your attention. You call out to him from your bed.
“You good in there?”
“The hell is this shit you gave me?” He yells back from the bathroom.
“You having trouble?”
“What do you think?” You pause for dramatic effect before speaking again.
“…want me to come in?”
“Do whatever you want.”
He’s always been horrible at asking for help. You hop of the bed and make your way to the bathroom regardless to see what’s going on. The door is already open and you see an angry looking Katsuki when you walk in. He’s got your micellar cleansing water and cotton pads laid out on the counter, his right hand using a soaked pad to dab away any residual black streaks from his eye. You lean a hip on the counter and grab the bottle.
“Have you ever used liquid liner before?”
“Take a wild guess.”
“Katsuki-”
“No. Now, you gonna tell me how this thing works or what?” He tosses the dirtied cotton wipe into your trash can and faces you, frown still etched on his face.
“I mean I could but don’t you have work in like, 15 minutes? I don’t think you have time to mess it up again.” His body slightly tenses and he reaches for his phone and checks the time.
“Shit…” he cuts himself off and exhales, shoulders dropping. He puts his phone back in his pocket and moves to clean up your counter.
“I could always just do it for you, y’know? It’ll be quicker since I’ve used this before.” He stops cleaning and looks over at you, left brow raised.
“Huh? What do you mean ‘do it for me?’”
“I can do your eyeliner is what I mean. I’m fast.” He squints at your proposal.
“How fast we talkin’?” A cocky grin creeps it’s way onto your face.
“Faster than you.”
“Don’t be a smartass.”
“Is that a yes?” You chide.
“Just be quick about it. I don’t got time for any extra shit.” Without wasting anymore time, you dip the applicator into the tube a few times before taking it out, cleaning the excess off on the lip of the bottle.
You get closer to his body and move the brush near his face. “I’m gonna hold down on the top of your eyelid okay? Helps make sure the line comes out cleaner.”
“Whatever. Do what you gotta do just hurry up.” And with that, you get to work. Your thumb lightly presses on the area just above the top of his left eyelid to smoothen the skin. Your other hand gently swipes the tip of the brush on his eye, a thin, clean line of black following the curve of his lash line. His lashes just barely graze the palm of your hand, each exhale he blows through his nose is warm on your forearm. The side of your hand propped on the side of his face, to steady your strokes, is flush on his cheek. You can feel the muscles under his cheekbones flex every so often as he clenches his teeth. In a matter of seconds you’re moving onto the next eye when his left cracks open.
You tap his arm. “Don’t open your eye yet.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You have to let it dry first. This isn’t a quick dry liner like you’re used to.” He grumbles in response, the low tenor echoing off the bathroom walls. You finish up his right eye and straighten up, fanning your hands in front of his face to help the drying process. After a few seconds, you deem it good enough.
“Alright, you’re good to go.” You cap the bottle and watch as Katsuki stares at himself in the mirror, a smug smirk showing off his pearly whites. It’s almost scary.
“Not half bad. Might appoint you as my stylist when I’m a pro.”
“Get the hell out of my bathroom.” He lands an unbothered stare at you and folds his arms across his well built chest, jaw tilting upward in a challenging angle.
“Make me.”
You cock up a brow. “Doesn’t your patrol start in nine minutes?”
A choked noise leaves his throat before he grabs his phone and checks the time again. His eyes widen and he all but bolts out of your bathroom, practically bulldozing through your bedroom and racing towards the front door. You laugh as you notice his slides are still on, his boots left near the door. You jog to the front door and fling it open, yelling out into the street.
“Shoes, Katsuki!”
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transfem-kirito-truther · 4 months ago
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i know in my heart that asuna and rika take the time to show kaz how to do cute little winged eyeliner and then the next time they see her she’s got 2009 scene queen panda eyes and she’s so excited about being the goth girl of her dreams 😭😭
Showing her how to do a very simple, graceful like that accents the shape of her eye only for her to come out the next day guns blazing eyelids fully blacked out and the biggest smile on her face. Lizbeth questions why they even bothered trying to show her the normal way while Asuna is looking lovingly at her over the top edgy girlfriend. Honestly Lizbeth wonders why she even tries with either of them.
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bitter69uk · 25 days ago
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“In the aching grit and woah-oh-ohs of Ronnie Spector’s voice was a woman from Spanish Harlem harnessing her dreams and pushing them inside out. Drama, wonder, devastation, and confidence all coalesced in her perfect pop storm. Ronnie’s colossal vocals tore out a space in the universe in the name of love, which is to say desire: for the object of her affection as much as for her awe-inducing music itself. In every note, from her early days as a fabulous, beehived Ronette alongside her sister Estelle and cousin Nedra to her self-possessed solo work, Spector tenaciously held onto her dreams … The Ronettes proceeded to seek out Phil Spector: picking up the phone, locating the number for his Philles Records, and calling directly to mastermind the hit song they desperately craved. The partnership of Phil Spector and the Ronettes started with two hungry teenage sisters in their Harlem bedroom, laser-focused on a rock’n’roll fantasy that would change music forever … They released one album, 1964’s dazzling Presenting the Fabulous Ronettes Featuring Veronica, a girl-group masterpiece … The baroque pop perfection of the Fabulous Ronettes was pushed into the stratosphere of greatness by Ronnie’s overflowing mix of innocence and rebellion …”
/ From Pitchfork’s obituary for Ronnie Spector by Jenn Pelly, January 2022 /
Grab the Maybelline Velvet Black eyeliner pencil and can of Aqua Net and start ratting-up that beehive like a teenage Jezebel … Presenting the Fabulous Ronettes featuring Veronica, the sole studio album by the iconic American girl group, was released this month (November 1964) sixty years ago! The album compiles the Ronettes’ triumphant statements like “Be My Baby”, “Baby I Love You”, “Walking in the Rain” and “(The Best Part of) Breakin’ Up”, songs that express the yearning soul of every tough but tender teenage bad girl ever born against Phil Spector’s Wall of Sound!
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pawbeanies · 7 months ago
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my only achievement in life so far is once someone was doing my makeup for a thing and they went "can you look up at me" and i did so in such a Way that they paused for a second and their breath like did a Thing. thats my only bulletpoint on my resume
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cameoutstruggling93 · 8 months ago
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I got a bulletproof heart. You got a hallow point smile.
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vintage-vermin · 3 months ago
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don't mind me, cunty cringey selfie time
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godtrauma · 11 months ago
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you are not immune to
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victoryrifle · 5 months ago
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sorry for the eye closeups and my bleeding lip but forever doing my eyeliner like this from now on
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marcsalmonds · 6 months ago
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getting real sick of the cycle of I find a makeup product I like, it doesn't come in a colour I need, it gets discontinued, all similar options that might not even work as well are twice the price
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lesbian-of-nine · 7 months ago
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switch up of the century (butch wearing a dress to prom)
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one of the biggest scams in the modern day is high-end makeup and skincare. how has the industry convinced hundreds of thousands of women that 40 dollars is an acceptable price for a lip gloss. everytime I walk into a sephora I feel like I've entered an alternate dimension where everyone has hundreds of dollars lying around and they all like the same five shades of brown
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coffinflop · 10 days ago
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i'm ashamed to report that high end makeup is good, actually
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themyscirah · 3 months ago
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Got bored this afternoon and gave myself green lantern nails
The other photo is just to fill space
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bitter69uk · 5 months ago
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Q: What are you thankful for? A: “My health and my family. And Lana Del Rey.” John Waters interviewed in AnotherMan magazine, 2018
“She’s unearthly suburban and unreasonably talented, and she can pretend to be a normal person. I think of the ad campaign for Russ Meyer’s Lorna... [The tagline] could go for her: ‘Longing, love, lust, life, Lana. Too much for one man.’” John Waters interviewed in Harper’s Bazaar, 2023
Q: What is it you like about Lana Del Rey? “She’s very David Lynch to me. Everyone makes fun of her, but that first album [Born to Die] was on the Billboard chart for three years, longer than a Kid Rock album. She infuriates people, but I think she’s in on it. I really want her to hook up with David Lynch, because he produces great albums these days.” John Waters interviewed in Rolling Stone, 2014
“She tells a story in her music. She gives a mood and a story and a way to think, and she paints a picture in your brain.” David Lynch interviewed in Harper’s Bazaar, 2023 Happy 39th birthday to pop’s alienated and complicated dark princess, the glorious Lana Del Rey (née Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, 21 June 1985). Remember when the “gangster Nancy Sinatra” first emerged with Born to Die in 2012 and uptight stale pale male rockist cultural gatekeepers bugged-out, labelling her a phony because she wasn’t really some trailer park Laura Palmer-type and she’d adopted a show biz name (guess what? “Bob Dylan” and “David Bowie” aren’t their real names, either!). Seems like a lifetime ago! And all these years later, the defiant and triumphant Del Rey is a veteran artist with an entirely singular body of work under her belt. My favourite tracks by her vary all the time but today let’s say it’s “White Mustang” from 2017. Now sing along with me: “My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola / My eyes are wide like cherry pies …” Pictured: bad girl Del Rey photographed by Nadia Lee Cohen for the February 2023 issue of Interview magazine. Styled by Mel Ottenberg.
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shapeshifterraccoon · 1 month ago
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makeup look of the day :) it's not perfect because I was in a hurry but it still turned out nice I think
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